( 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.
( The kiss is one he gently welcomes — hand still on her lower back there, even as she just barely pulls away after. Blue eyes blink at her words, smile soft yet still retaining some of the playfulness he'd been feeling before. All of this has been... something. An experience. One that's different from anything else he's really had up until this point. He can't help but wonder if being here on Etraya — being around these other mutants here, if he'll find more of those than he might have ever back on Earth.
Smile still soft, he lifts a hand and, with the backs of a couple fingers, he brushes some of her blonde hair out of her face. )
(There's no way Sophie doesn't lean into the touch, quietly content, even if she is trying to bury it so he doesn't notice quite as much. Keep some of her mystery to herself.
The fire within her has died a little, so she's going to climb off of him for a moment, maybe to return later, to be seen. Instead, she'll sit next to him, stretching her arms above her head before her pinky comes out as if asking for a promise.)
You better. I'm a Cuckoo, which means nothing to you, but definitely is a brand.
( He lets her go when she crawls off him — lays there alongside her while she chooses to sit up. When the pinky finger comes out, he stares to it for a moment and then, lifting his own, he hooks it around Sophie's. A promise. )
You don't have anything to worry about there. Promise.
(Soph is sweet, and every time someone calls her Soph, it melts her just a speck. The smile on her face is large, it hurts her a little, and she huffs after she catches it because this shit is gonna give her smile lines, thank you, Nate.
With a roll of her eyes, she'll drop their hands back to the bed.)
Go to sleep, I'll pick up where I left off another time.
( Without even thinking about it, he wraps an arm around her waist there despite her sitting up, and curls up on his side some, smile faint as blue eyes gently fall shut. )
You should sleep, too. I'll keep the bad dreams away.
(Bending, she manages to press a kiss to his cheek, her hand moving to scratch his scalp with her nails to hopefully send him right to sleep. He earned it.)
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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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Date: 2025-05-15 10:03 pm (UTC)Smile still soft, he lifts a hand and, with the backs of a couple fingers, he brushes some of her blonde hair out of her face. )
Your secret's safe with me.
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Date: 2025-05-15 10:41 pm (UTC)The fire within her has died a little, so she's going to climb off of him for a moment, maybe to return later, to be seen. Instead, she'll sit next to him, stretching her arms above her head before her pinky comes out as if asking for a promise.)
You better. I'm a Cuckoo, which means nothing to you, but definitely is a brand.
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Date: 2025-05-15 10:56 pm (UTC)You don't have anything to worry about there. Promise.
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Date: 2025-05-15 11:24 pm (UTC)Thanks, Nate.
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Date: 2025-05-16 11:14 pm (UTC)Anytime, Soph.
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Date: 2025-05-17 02:09 am (UTC)With a roll of her eyes, she'll drop their hands back to the bed.)
Go to sleep, I'll pick up where I left off another time.
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Date: 2025-05-17 03:58 pm (UTC)You should sleep, too. I'll keep the bad dreams away.
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Date: 2025-05-17 05:03 pm (UTC)(Bending, she manages to press a kiss to his cheek, her hand moving to scratch his scalp with her nails to hopefully send him right to sleep. He earned it.)