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Summer’s eyes flew open, huge and round. Her mouth worked, and one hand, trembling a little bit, brushed her temple. “That’s — ” she started, and stopped. She wasn’t even sure what she felt — raw amazement, faint violation, yearning delight — it was all a tangled mess inside her. At last, she said, “How did you do that? Can I do that?”

The Dark Fae chuckled at the shocked expression on her face. “It’s not ‘ard, love,” he told her gently, tracing a light pattern on her skin to distract her from the confusion. “Firstly, calm down, because I can’t ‘ear anything in your ‘ead that you don’t want me to ‘ear. And secondly, yes, you can. You just ‘ave to focus on me, and then focus on a specific thought.”

Mildly, she replied, “I’m trying to figure out how that works around what I already know. I don’t want to shove my feelings at you when I’m trying to scream for help, y’know.” She gave him a half-smile. “You forget I know something of this sort of thing already.”

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She made a little purr sound, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. “I might just go to sleep … you’re exhausting, darling. In the best kind of way.” A beat of silence, and then, “Still owe me that explanation. ‘M I likely to find myself inexplicably craving leather?” It was the silliest thing she could come up with.

Vex’s lips quirked into a smile at that. It was kind of cute, watching her drowsily relax at his side, cuddled close to him to keep warm under the chilly weather. “I do try,” he murmured, stretching slightly before resettling into the sofa. “Hm.. No, nothing like that, although—” He stopped, and then focused on his own thoughts. After a second, his thought could be heard in Summer’s mind: ‘I may be able to do this now.’

Summer’s eyes flew open, huge and round. Her mouth worked, and one hand, trembling a little bit, brushed her temple. “That’s — ” she started, and stopped. She wasn’t even sure what she felt — raw amazement, faint violation, yearning delight — it was all a tangled mess inside her. At last, she said, “How did you do that? Can I do that?”

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Summer inspected one arm, lazily holding it up in the air in front of her face. “You, sir, are lucky I work from home,” she informed Vex, admiring a particularly vivid mark on the inside of her elbow. She wriggled just a tiny bit closer, glad of his heat. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk straight, at that.”

Vex chuckled at the woman’s words, the sound breathy and happy as it left his throat. It was moments like this that he really found peace, which wasn’t nearly as common as it should have been. He bent his head slightly to kiss her on the cheek as he told her, “Well, you can lay ‘ere as long as you like.” He could still hear the music from the Halloween party downstairs, but he didn’t mind that he was missing it in the slightest.

She made a little purr sound, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. “I might just go to sleep … you’re exhausting, darling. In the best kind of way.” A beat of silence, and then, “Still owe me that explanation. ‘M I likely to find myself inexplicably craving leather?” It was the silliest thing she could come up with.

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She bit at his tongue, at his lip, scraped her nails into his back and wrestled him down to sprawl over her on the leather where she could buck her hips up into his. For a long time there was nothing but his mouth, his hands, his warmth, and the build of desire. When at last she pulled her lips from his, words were hard to form. “Clothes. Off. Now,” she gasped.

The Mesmer soon reached the point that he couldn’t hold back the low moans that slipped from his throat with each bite of her teeth, each time her nails bit into his skin. It was fucking wonderful, exactly what he wanted from her, but after a while, they both had grown impatient. He nodded at her words, catching his breath as he moved so that it was easier to get his clothing off; it was a task and a half, but he managed to get them off much quicker than she would have been able to. Once he was naked, he turned to her and was quick to finish undressing her, crushing his lips back to hers with a growl of lust that had no coherent words in it…

* * * 

Vex let out a heavily contented sigh as he sprawled out on the leather sofa, holding Summer close to him. It wasn’t often he let his cuddly side show, but this was an exception to that. He wasn’t speaking much, opting to lay there and just enjoy being close to her, but whenever he did speak, his voice sounded like a cat purring. They were both covered in bruises and bite marks, not to mention the scratches from Summer’s nails that covered the Mesmer’s back. But then, it wouldn’t have been a night together if that weren’t the case.

Summer inspected one arm, lazily holding it up in the air in front of her face. “You, sir, are lucky I work from home,” she informed Vex, admiring a particularly vivid mark on the inside of her elbow. She wriggled just a tiny bit closer, glad of his heat. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk straight, at that.”

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She inched her hands around until she could pull herself flush to his body, basically hanging off him. He felt so good under her grip; someone who would give and take, push and pull and never let her just run over him. “Love you, you gorgeous bastard,” she said, and kissed him some more so he couldn’t talk.

The words surprised the Mesmer, in all reality. They hadn’t been said before, hadn’t even been hinted towards all that much between the two of them. But..once she’d said them, they felt right, especially with the fold name he received afterwards. He wanted to speak, wanted to reply, but then she was kissing him so deeply he couldn’t pull back to say a goddamn word – he didn’t complain, of course.

She bit at his tongue, at his lip, scraped her nails into his back and wrestled him down to sprawl over her on the leather where she could buck her hips up into his. For a long time there was nothing but his mouth, his hands, his warmth, and the build of desire. When at last she pulled her lips from his, words were hard to form. “Clothes. Off. Now,” she gasped.

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“My fetish is you,” Summer murmured, sliding her fingertips down his chest. “The hell with the clothes. Prefer you without.” She arched to catch his mouth with hers, biting at his lip and easing off just before drawing blood. Better to not, until she knew what /that/ might mean. Long fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and still-booted feet linked up behind his waist, caging him in. “Mine.”

The Mesmer smiled sincerely at those words. It fit them so perfectly, made him feel like maybe this wasn’t just an off-the-wall chance type arrangement. He gasped in surprise when she caught his lip in her teeth, a quiet moan managing to slip from his throat at the pain. He noted that she pulled away before drawing blood, and he couldn’t blame her; despite it having little actual value, gods only knew what it meant if you didn’t ask – and now wasn’t really question time. He smirked down at her as she trapped him to her, voice purring like velvet, “‘Mhmm.. Definitely.”

She inched her hands around until she could pull herself flush to his body, basically hanging off him. He felt so good under her grip; someone who would give and take, push and pull and never let her just run over him. “Love you, you gorgeous bastard,” she said, and kissed him some more so he couldn’t talk.

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She choked on a laugh. “Not doing the obedient thing,” she hissed, peeling one arm out of the top. “Also, Halloween. Shut up. And don’t stop, for fucks’ sake! don’t stop.” Every second or third time his mouth hit her skin she shuddered, want burning deeper, and squirmed. It didn’t take long for her to be nearly flat on her back, helpless under his hands.

The Mesmer let out a pleased laugh against her skin at Summer’s words. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he answered in a rough voice, breath hitching in his own desire. Her arm being out of the suit gave Vex plenty of room to start getting it the rest of the way off, continuing to assault her collar with kisses and nips, occasionally sucking at the flesh, leaving fresh hickeys as he worked on removing her clothes. 

He /kept/ moving, making it hard for her to get her hands where they were most wanted; he was wearing entirely too much now. “God you are a cruel — gah — son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed, trying to figure out /how/ his top came undone. She curled her fingernails into his skin. “How the fuck do your clothes even work?” Summer finally complained.

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Summer gave him her throat, head tilted far to the side, but when he started trying to bare her shoulder, she sniggered. “There’s a zipper, idiot,” she said, and dragged his free hand up to it. “It took me entirely too long to find this bodysuit, and get /in/ this bodysuit, for you to tear — hnngh — it.” The whole side-by-side only being kissed thing was not going to last much longer, if she had anything to say about it.

Which — she abruptly didn’t, because he found that one place just behind her ear, and all coherent thought went out the window.

Vex nearly growled at her mention of the zipper, but he was quick to undo it enough that the fabric covering her shoulders and collarbone was out of the way. “No more bloody suits; they get in my fucking way,” he muttered, voice bordering on commanding when he said it. He continued to tease her, kissing and licking and biting at her skin; the biting part was never gentle, no matter how many times it came up, and he ‘may’ have managed to draw blood another time, to which he was quite pleased. Meanwhile, his pale hands roamed her body, skimming over her sides, her chest, her belly.

She choked on a laugh. “Not doing the obedient thing,” she hissed, peeling one arm out of the top. “Also, Halloween. Shut up. And don’t stop, for fucks’ sake! don’t stop.” Every second or third time his mouth hit her skin she shuddered, want burning deeper, and squirmed. It didn’t take long for her to be nearly flat on her back, helpless under his hands.

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“Obviously, I should have asked before I said anything,” Summer said, but she smiled when she said it. She reached up and ran a fingertip over his mouth, then traced the edge of his goatee. “More forgetting, please. Unless you’d care to explain?” 

The Mesmer chuckled at that. She was right, of course; it would have been best to ask before she let him do something like that, but neither of them really seemed to care now. More forgetting. That may as well have been music to his ears. “Hmm… I’ll explain later,” he decided as he pressed a series of slow, thoughtful kisses over where he’d bitten her. Then, he slipped his mouth down to her shoulder, tugging her shirt to the side with one hand before kissing there, too; it wasn’t long before the kisses turned into another rough bite, his free hand’s fingertips tracing patterns on her side all the while.

Summer gave him her throat, head tilted far to the side, but when he started trying to bare her shoulder, she sniggered. “There’s a zipper, idiot,” she said, and dragged his free hand up to it. “It took me entirely too long to find this bodysuit, and get /in/ this bodysuit, for you to tear — hnngh — it.” The whole side-by-side only being kissed thing was not going to last much longer, if she had anything to say about it.

Which — she abruptly didn’t, because he found that one place just behind her ear, and all coherent though went out the window.