[How easy it is for large mammals to move her is never lost on her, even in the midst of kissing and enjoying ones company, there will always be that slight hiccup of instinct that jumps inside her whenever she's lifted at the behest of another. It's not altogether unpleasant, and the warmth of him against her grounds her.
There is a common ground when it comes to sex, and she makes a small noise as he lifts her. And as he lays her down on the bed she brings her legs up, making due with their difference in size to tug down at the waistband of his slacks with her toes, even if it takes a few tries to find purchase.
She returns his kiss at the corner of her mouth by turning her head, hand coming up to cup his cheek to guide his mouth back onto hers. It's a deep kiss, one that gives tell to her need for this kind of connection with another.]
[ There's no instinct there for him; no jump of fear. Just an intense need and desire. But they are on opposite sides of the divide, aren't they? He's a predatory, a carnivore, and she's an herbivore. A dividing line that maybe ought to keep the mapart, but certainly doesn't. Not now. There's a noise from him - a laugh - as her toes catch against his waistband and he drops a hand to help with it, shuffling it off of his hips as they lock lips again.
He deepens the kiss and as he does, he steps out of his slacks and slides onto the bed with her, covering her with his body and his larger bulk. How small she seems to be compared to him is always a point of amazement and early on he was afraid of hurting her.
Not so now.
His hand, now free, slides up her side, cups the slenderness of her waist. There's no need to rush this, is there? ]
[The first few times, it likely took some convincing that, at least in bed like this, she's more nimble and difficult to break when it comes to sex. She's been with mammals large and small, after all, and while a larger carnivore like John is new to her, when it came to sleeping with him there was some common ground.
And, honestly, it wouldn't matter if he did hurt her. But he doesn't, and he won't.
Him assisting her attempts to get his pants off so she can feel his full weight covering her as they kiss elicits a sigh from her against his mouth. The drag of his hand along her waist raises her heartrate even more. There is no need to rush, in fact she prefers to take things slow when it's with a guy she actually likes, but a rabbit's body always seems to rush through things.
Her hand comes down to rest atop his, guiding it up.] Can you--? [Bringing the large breadth and weight of his hand up against the small rise of her breast. Beneath her robe is a silk nightgown, and it's sheer enough where she can feel the heat of his touch through the fabric.
Everything she says is between each kiss, separating only for a breath or two.]
[ The touch of her fingers against his hand gives him a moment of pause and then her request makes it make a little more sense. He laughs, something low and throaty, and he dips his head to press a lingering kiss against the curve of her throat. There's the threat of teeth, but it never quite emerges. Instead, there are murmured words as his hand brushes against the swell of her breast of her breast. Really, he more engulfs it, considering how slight she is. Not that he particularly minds that. ]
Of course.
[ His palm gently grinds against her through the thin, silken fabric, brushing it against the peak of her nipple as he trails another little line of kisses toward her collarbone. Slow and measure and easy, wanting to treat her right. He wasn't really planning on rushing, anyway. ]
[She won't admit to it out loud, but the threat of teeth against the thin skin of her throat, knowing how easy it would be for him to just tear into her should he so choose, makes her feel utterly breathless. Things seem to slow down to near stopping, in a way which elevates her sensitivity towards touch and movement, and she can't help but make a small whimper of a noise as his palm presses against her breast at her behest.
She's small, but everything she feels is just so big and overwhelming, squirming a bit as his hand grazes her nipple, already peaked and obvious through her nightgown. And as he kisses downward, she brings her hands up to feel up along his upper back, fingers featherlight against the broad breadth of his shoulders, coming to rest at the back of his head, running her hands through warm fur.
Each movement, each touch draws a noise from her. She was never much of a quiet bedmate.]
[ That's fine. He enjoys it when she's vocal; it tells him that he's doing the right thing. That she enjoys the touch he drags over skin and fur and that he's making sure she feels good. What else can one ask for? He drags at her nightgown - its in the way now, preventing him from getting as close as he'd like - and tugs the strap off of one shoulder and then the other so he can pile it at her waist and let his mouth find the peak of her nipple, tongue lathing against it.
There's pleasure in this; in being allowed to give rather than take. ]
[The nightgown slips off her with ease, fabric smooth against her soft fur. She does shift a bit to help him do away with it, and she's laid half-bare beneath him. The fur at her chest is the same as it is throughout the rest of her body, but the fur at her nipples is finer, and her arousal brings them to prominence, sensitive to his touch.]
Mmm [Her fingers tense through his fur, gripping him as he puts his mouth over her, his tongue brushing against the sensitive peak in a way that tightens her to her very core, body burning up. She's been with him a good handful of times now, but each and every time his mouth is up against her, she can't stop thinking about his teeth...]
[ Those teeth of his close gently against her flesh, trapping the nipple between them so that he can lavish it with more attention from his tongue. There's always a thrill here; the sense of danger, perhaps, or the threat of breaking the skin. Carnivore and herbivore balanced together. He wouldn't hurt her. Doesn't want to.
But there's always the possibility.
He switches teeth and tongue and lips to her other breast and by now one of his hands are running down her side to the cloth bunched at her waist, trying to find his way underneath. The other seeks out one of her hands, interlaces their fingers and squeezes - it's a gesture of affection and intimacy, one that makes him shiver head to toe with that sense of anticipation. ]
Ah, John... [His name escapes her, beyond her control almost, when she feels his teeth teasing sensitive flesh. Knowing how easily she could be torn apart, the danger rattling through her in a way that builds with the threat of release.
Sex is instinct, but fear is too for her, and muddled within that is the sense of control and power sleeping with someone does offer her and it's one of the few times she actually still feels alive.
She's looking, eyes half-lidded, up at the ceiling, finding shapes in the cracks to keep herself grounded, shifting her hips up so he can pull the cloth of her gown further down, along with her undergarments if he so chooses-- lacy and useless with how wet she is now.
Her hand meets his, and she shifts back a bit more to prop her back up against a pillow to look down at him. Her own way of intimacy, along with her lacing his fingers between his.
He seems to take up the whole bed compared to her.]
[ The way she says his name makes him shiver on top of her and his fingers squeeze a little tighter around hers. There is instinct in this; appreciation and affection and more. Her nightgown is disposed off, tossed aside along with her undergarments, and she is gloriously naked underneath him.
Although now he feels overdressed.
He'll deal with it in a moment.
For now he continues to essentially worship her - or perhaps consume her - with every brush of his tongue and nip of his teeth against her breasts. He sprawls out before (over) her, gazing up at her with lidded eyes as his mouth finally moves lower, planting kisses in the soft fur against her belly, threatening to go lower and lower. ]
[Being stripped bare is a relief for her at this point, what remained on her feeling clingy and stifling in the wake of this expanding, overwhelming heat. She squeezes his hand back in return, sitting up even more so as he begins to trace her with his mouth down further.
He is overdressed, even having removed his pants, but for now that observation doesn't even linger for long when he looks up at her, his mouth at her stomach, her own fur already in disarray from the brush of his tongue.
She's needful, body pleading with her to push him downward even faster, but the nights are long and for now she has time. Even still, she shifts once again beneath him, legs splayed for him.
She wants to be consumed...in any way he'd have her.]
[ There's still his undershirt and his boxers, but he hasn't touched those yet. His attention is on her for now and he isn't worried about himself. Not yet. Instead, his fangs scrape against her belly, mouth opening wide as he glances up at her, and he drags his tongue along the slickness of her sex, tasting her. It's a gentle, slow lick and drag and then he repeats it, teasing at her labia, pulling the flat of his tongue against the hood of her clit.
It's a slow sort of devouring, but one he appreciates intensely. ]
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There is a common ground when it comes to sex, and she makes a small noise as he lifts her. And as he lays her down on the bed she brings her legs up, making due with their difference in size to tug down at the waistband of his slacks with her toes, even if it takes a few tries to find purchase.
She returns his kiss at the corner of her mouth by turning her head, hand coming up to cup his cheek to guide his mouth back onto hers. It's a deep kiss, one that gives tell to her need for this kind of connection with another.]
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He deepens the kiss and as he does, he steps out of his slacks and slides onto the bed with her, covering her with his body and his larger bulk. How small she seems to be compared to him is always a point of amazement and early on he was afraid of hurting her.
Not so now.
His hand, now free, slides up her side, cups the slenderness of her waist. There's no need to rush this, is there? ]
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And, honestly, it wouldn't matter if he did hurt her. But he doesn't, and he won't.
Him assisting her attempts to get his pants off so she can feel his full weight covering her as they kiss elicits a sigh from her against his mouth. The drag of his hand along her waist raises her heartrate even more. There is no need to rush, in fact she prefers to take things slow when it's with a guy she actually likes, but a rabbit's body always seems to rush through things.
Her hand comes down to rest atop his, guiding it up.] Can you--? [Bringing the large breadth and weight of his hand up against the small rise of her breast. Beneath her robe is a silk nightgown, and it's sheer enough where she can feel the heat of his touch through the fabric.
Everything she says is between each kiss, separating only for a breath or two.]
Play with me a little.
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Of course.
[ His palm gently grinds against her through the thin, silken fabric, brushing it against the peak of her nipple as he trails another little line of kisses toward her collarbone. Slow and measure and easy, wanting to treat her right. He wasn't really planning on rushing, anyway. ]
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She's small, but everything she feels is just so big and overwhelming, squirming a bit as his hand grazes her nipple, already peaked and obvious through her nightgown. And as he kisses downward, she brings her hands up to feel up along his upper back, fingers featherlight against the broad breadth of his shoulders, coming to rest at the back of his head, running her hands through warm fur.
Each movement, each touch draws a noise from her. She was never much of a quiet bedmate.]
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There's pleasure in this; in being allowed to give rather than take. ]
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Mmm [Her fingers tense through his fur, gripping him as he puts his mouth over her, his tongue brushing against the sensitive peak in a way that tightens her to her very core, body burning up. She's been with him a good handful of times now, but each and every time his mouth is up against her, she can't stop thinking about his teeth...]
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But there's always the possibility.
He switches teeth and tongue and lips to her other breast and by now one of his hands are running down her side to the cloth bunched at her waist, trying to find his way underneath. The other seeks out one of her hands, interlaces their fingers and squeezes - it's a gesture of affection and intimacy, one that makes him shiver head to toe with that sense of anticipation. ]
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Sex is instinct, but fear is too for her, and muddled within that is the sense of control and power sleeping with someone does offer her and it's one of the few times she actually still feels alive.
She's looking, eyes half-lidded, up at the ceiling, finding shapes in the cracks to keep herself grounded, shifting her hips up so he can pull the cloth of her gown further down, along with her undergarments if he so chooses-- lacy and useless with how wet she is now.
Her hand meets his, and she shifts back a bit more to prop her back up against a pillow to look down at him. Her own way of intimacy, along with her lacing his fingers between his.
He seems to take up the whole bed compared to her.]
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Although now he feels overdressed.
He'll deal with it in a moment.
For now he continues to essentially worship her - or perhaps consume her - with every brush of his tongue and nip of his teeth against her breasts. He sprawls out before (over) her, gazing up at her with lidded eyes as his mouth finally moves lower, planting kisses in the soft fur against her belly, threatening to go lower and lower. ]
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He is overdressed, even having removed his pants, but for now that observation doesn't even linger for long when he looks up at her, his mouth at her stomach, her own fur already in disarray from the brush of his tongue.
She's needful, body pleading with her to push him downward even faster, but the nights are long and for now she has time. Even still, she shifts once again beneath him, legs splayed for him.
She wants to be consumed...in any way he'd have her.]
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It's a slow sort of devouring, but one he appreciates intensely. ]