(Wasn't she exhausted? Yes. Also. Consider. Nate Grey is under her. Why is she like this? But at least this is the little flirty waltz they were doing ever since day one, so she has no idea where it will go anyway.
Her tone is as playful as his, the laugh ever so present in her words.)
You know, I totally don't mind at all, but wow, guess my legs forgot how to move.
(Okay, that is actually funny, and she wrinkles her nose before she lets out a laugh, hands moving to caress his cheeks before she presses a lingering, but chaste kiss to his lips.)
( The sweetness of that kiss draws a hum from deep in the back of his throat and hands smooth gently along the small of her back there, keeping her in his lap despite his suggesting she could get off. )
(She is still without her top, the cardigan keeping her covered. It feels good against her bare skin under it, with the weight of his hand as she settles a bit more comfortably on his legs.)
I actually really do, but your lap is definitely more comfortable.
( A glance down between them, he leans back then — rests on an arm while his other slips away from around her waist a little, hand coming to hold her hip instead. He's in that white t-shirt of his again but the sleeves aren't rolled up since it had been taken off earlier. Still, his muscles are there and he tilts his head some as he looks to her there on his lap. )
And how long you planning to stay comfortable like this?
(He doesn't help, and she is sure he knows he isn't helping. He's probably doing it on purpose, isn't he?
When he rearranges his position, one of her hands rest against his hip for stability while the other enjoys those biceps of his. Just because Sophie can, she grinds just a little bit under the excuse of rearranging her position too.
But really, it's just because she can.)
If you keep distracting me from the arduous mission of leaving, I might be here for a while.
( Her innocent shift there on his lap gets a hum out of him albeit a rather quiet one and he huffs a moment later, gaze dropping and head ducking some, hand still there on her hip. When he looks up, it's with a flick of those bangs out of his face and he's tilting his head the other way then. Still lounging back some. )
I was, past tense, but you know, maybe you're super right.
(She wants him to tell her not to, to keep her there on his lap. Maybe, if he observed it, he can tell her heart rate spikes a little whenever he holds her hips.)
( He can feel it — he always feels things. It's just more whether or not he lets himself feel it, same with hearing the thoughts and voices of others in his head. He keeps himself leaning back there — keeps that hand on her hip like it is, but gently presses the replay of them on her desk and then against the wall into her mind, along with how it felt to be inside her on his end. Smile there on his lips as he does, he gives a lazy shrug. )
(She knows he knows, it's the same as her reliving the delicious memories he is revisiting in his head, her hold a little stronger on his waist. The smile on her face is a little mischievous, a finger hooking on the collar of his shirt.)
( Wasn’t he supposed to be leaving? Sleeping? He can’t remember which one he actually settled on now, not when he has Sophie Cuckoo here on his lap. The tug to his collar gets him to lean in just a bit — his own lips quirking into the beginnings of something a little more than an innocent smile and he chuckles softly then, keeping his weight mostly there on his arm he’s leaning back on. )
You say that as if I haven’t clocked that about you by now.
(And then he has the gall to ask if she wants to be mean!! Yes, she does, teasing is what she does best, excuse her. The hooked finger pulls on his shirt a little bit, curling around the fabric as she comes a little, just a little closer.
This is definitely not gonna be like the first one, if they do make it past the flirting stage. She doesn't have a third of that energy right now, but it doesn't mean it won't be interesting in its own right.)
( He smiles oh so sweetly as he says that, clearly teasing a little, head tilting with bangs falling in front of his face as he does. Lazy little shrug to come, he glances down between them and that finger there hooked in the collar of his shirt , blue eyes flicking their gaze back up to the other telepath. )
I didn’t know I was such a band influence on you with that.
I take it back. I want to be extremely mean to you.
(Nate. Nate. She's fickle, and remember when she warned him that teasing is fun to her? Well, he's gonna get to see it now, with her mind going into his again, making him feel cold touches against bare, warm skin that she doesn't physically deploy.)
( Her reaction tears a warm couple of chuckles out of him despite the cold touch and he falls back fully against the bed as he does, hand slipping away and squirming a little as if to try and escape the chilly fingers ghosting along his skin. Worth it, really. )
(Oh. Nice. The smile on her face is priceless, a grin when she sees him squirm. Of course he can push her out, overpower her own telepathy very easily — Omega, and all that, but when he doesn't, with that chuckle and that feeling of 'worth it', well.
She's dimming his every perception of touch, the coldness she had given him present but a whisper, and that little pleasure from stimulation starts to bloom. Not nearly enough to be satisfying, really, with everything so reduced, but strong enough to nearly touch the threshold she put in place.)
( He knows he could — that he could overpower her with his mind and his gifts, but. He doesn't want to — knows she doesn't mean to genuinely harm him and so he just goes along with it and lets her have her fun as she is.
The way she alters the touch — the way it feels and the things she both gives and takes away from it, he sucks in a breath at first and then chuckles a little again, still laying back there against the bed, hands at his sides and smile on his lips. )
(She was thinking maybe, just maybe, in the morning it would be ideal, she'd be more rested. Maybe before he leaves. Maybe when he comes back. Planning is really not Sophie Cuckoo's best feature, and if anything, she's horribly stubborn. The more he tells her she can't, while she has full knowledge he's doing it on purpose, the more she can't ignore the little voice in her head. She's... Stupidly happy, that's all.
And here she thought he was the sweetest man on Earth. Love being mistaken. The sensation within him continues to dim, gradually, the stimulation ever so present, but once she leans down to press lips to his neck and peppering them down to his chest, she redirects all the focus to how her warm lips feel.)
( Is he? It's not as though he's about to admit to anything, so.
It's funny though. He'd been so uncertain with how this was all going to go right from the get-go. From the very moment she'd teased him about making out and giving him some incentive to come back, he hadn't known what to think or if he even should. He has his own hangups currently — is still trying to fit in with the other mutants here and doesn't want to mess anything up. Something you'd think would be easy for a telepath to avoid, but. Not always the case really. A lot of the times, they're actually the worst for that.
Yet here he is, on her bed, chuckling warmly under his breath as she leans in to press those kisses to his neck, hand touching to her back as he revels in the warmth her lips give him. Blue eyes falling shut, his head tips back some and he hums a little — pleased — smile still there on his lips. )
Would I ever do that? Seems like something only a person with a death wish would try with you.
(In her mind, this is not a bad thing. It's... Nice, even. Nate should have something normal, to feel wanted and to be seen aside from all the Omega-level bullshit, the doom and gloom, and the uncertainties they all have. For Sophie, it makes her feel less alone. She most likely wouldn't deal any better with this place and the quietness in her brain without someone that makes her feel warm, a bit special, connected. For someone whose core is to be one of many, to be alone and to feel alone are looming, freezing nightmares, and it's one she's been experiencing harder than ever before.
It's scary. To have arms she can go. Safe. Secure. And it's Nate. She finds him a sparkle of amazing, but that thought is buried under all the layers of her bullshit. God forbid she's that genuinely nice for free.
The smile on his lips is not a bad sight either, and she keeps her eyes on it as she keeps her trajectory.)
( Hand coming to rest there at her lower back then, blue eyes flutter open and he looks up to her, smile still there despite the way it seems to soften some. )
One would have to be to think they can mess with you.
( It's playful but gently sweet at the same time because, well. It's true, isn't it? Despite her not being an omega like himself, she can certainly hold her own — dish it out even without so much as a second thought and he can appreciate that, even if he goes about teasing her some. It's all in good fun, which is what all this is, isn't it? )
(She stops the kisses by the time she reaches his ribcage, returning all the feeling with the inclusion of all that she had repressed, a similarly sweet smile on her lips as she sits up to watch him as he speaks.
First unwanted thought she has is to quip, make some comment about how it's great that he knows, or some other mean girl bullshit that she has on, but... He's getting cute again, and she is a bit at a loss of words, hence why she kisses him lips both to keep him from pointing it out and to give herself some more time to think on what she wants to say.
She separates, and yet, she has no answer, nor does she move too far from his when she does find one.)
You're gonna ruin my mean girl reputation like that.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:34 pm (UTC)Me? No, sir, definitely not.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:42 pm (UTC)( Even as he says that, it's with a quiet little grin on his lips. )
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:47 pm (UTC)Her tone is as playful as his, the laugh ever so present in her words.)
You know, I totally don't mind at all, but wow, guess my legs forgot how to move.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:57 pm (UTC)Not trying to get me to float you around, are you?
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:00 pm (UTC)God, not at all.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:03 pm (UTC)No? And here I thought you liked when I did that.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:10 pm (UTC)I actually really do, but your lap is definitely more comfortable.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:15 pm (UTC)And how long you planning to stay comfortable like this?
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:29 pm (UTC)When he rearranges his position, one of her hands rest against his hip for stability while the other enjoys those biceps of his. Just because Sophie can, she grinds just a little bit under the excuse of rearranging her position too.
But really, it's just because she can.)
If you keep distracting me from the arduous mission of leaving, I might be here for a while.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:36 pm (UTC)Thought you said you were tired. Ready for sleep.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:51 pm (UTC)(She wants him to tell her not to, to keep her there on his lap. Maybe, if he observed it, he can tell her heart rate spikes a little whenever he holds her hips.)
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:59 pm (UTC)Don't let me keep you up then.
( What a tease. )
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Date: 2025-05-15 12:05 am (UTC)Nate Grey, you tease me and I tease back.
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Date: 2025-05-15 08:54 am (UTC)You say that as if I haven’t clocked that about you by now.
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Date: 2025-05-15 12:57 pm (UTC)This is definitely not gonna be like the first one, if they do make it past the flirting stage. She doesn't have a third of that energy right now, but it doesn't mean it won't be interesting in its own right.)
What else have you clocked?
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Date: 2025-05-15 02:06 pm (UTC)( He smiles oh so sweetly as he says that, clearly teasing a little, head tilting with bangs falling in front of his face as he does. Lazy little shrug to come, he glances down between them and that finger there hooked in the collar of his shirt , blue eyes flicking their gaze back up to the other telepath. )
I didn’t know I was such a band influence on you with that.
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Date: 2025-05-15 04:29 pm (UTC)(Nate. Nate. She's fickle, and remember when she warned him that teasing is fun to her? Well, he's gonna get to see it now, with her mind going into his again, making him feel cold touches against bare, warm skin that she doesn't physically deploy.)
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Date: 2025-05-15 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-05-15 07:08 pm (UTC)She's dimming his every perception of touch, the coldness she had given him present but a whisper, and that little pleasure from stimulation starts to bloom. Not nearly enough to be satisfying, really, with everything so reduced, but strong enough to nearly touch the threshold she put in place.)
Ready to take it back?
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Date: 2025-05-15 07:14 pm (UTC)The way she alters the touch — the way it feels and the things she both gives and takes away from it, he sucks in a breath at first and then chuckles a little again, still laying back there against the bed, hands at his sides and smile on his lips. )
That you don't have it in you? No. I'm not wrong.
( So there. )
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Date: 2025-05-15 08:04 pm (UTC)(She was thinking maybe, just maybe, in the morning it would be ideal, she'd be more rested. Maybe before he leaves. Maybe when he comes back. Planning is really not Sophie Cuckoo's best feature, and if anything, she's horribly stubborn. The more he tells her she can't, while she has full knowledge he's doing it on purpose, the more she can't ignore the little voice in her head. She's... Stupidly happy, that's all.
And here she thought he was the sweetest man on Earth. Love being mistaken. The sensation within him continues to dim, gradually, the stimulation ever so present, but once she leans down to press lips to his neck and peppering them down to his chest, she redirects all the focus to how her warm lips feel.)
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Date: 2025-05-15 08:09 pm (UTC)It's funny though. He'd been so uncertain with how this was all going to go right from the get-go. From the very moment she'd teased him about making out and giving him some incentive to come back, he hadn't known what to think or if he even should. He has his own hangups currently — is still trying to fit in with the other mutants here and doesn't want to mess anything up. Something you'd think would be easy for a telepath to avoid, but. Not always the case really. A lot of the times, they're actually the worst for that.
Yet here he is, on her bed, chuckling warmly under his breath as she leans in to press those kisses to his neck, hand touching to her back as he revels in the warmth her lips give him. Blue eyes falling shut, his head tips back some and he hums a little — pleased — smile still there on his lips. )
Would I ever do that? Seems like something only a person with a death wish would try with you.
( And yet, here he is. )
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Date: 2025-05-15 08:48 pm (UTC)It's scary. To have arms she can go. Safe. Secure. And it's Nate. She finds him a sparkle of amazing, but that thought is buried under all the layers of her bullshit. God forbid she's that genuinely nice for free.
The smile on his lips is not a bad sight either, and she keeps her eyes on it as she keeps her trajectory.)
No one can tell you you're not a brave man.
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Date: 2025-05-15 08:59 pm (UTC)One would have to be to think they can mess with you.
( It's playful but gently sweet at the same time because, well. It's true, isn't it? Despite her not being an omega like himself, she can certainly hold her own — dish it out even without so much as a second thought and he can appreciate that, even if he goes about teasing her some. It's all in good fun, which is what all this is, isn't it? )
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Date: 2025-05-15 09:36 pm (UTC)First unwanted thought she has is to quip, make some comment about how it's great that he knows, or some other mean girl bullshit that she has on, but... He's getting cute again, and she is a bit at a loss of words, hence why she kisses him lips both to keep him from pointing it out and to give herself some more time to think on what she wants to say.
She separates, and yet, she has no answer, nor does she move too far from his when she does find one.)
You're gonna ruin my mean girl reputation like that.
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