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[They were at the bottom already? She tilted her head to look up as he nuzzled and nipped at her neck.

Then they were rolling and before Rip knew it, she was on bottom with her arms above her in the silt, small clouds puffing around them as she shifted beneath him as he pinned her there.

Rip never realized how soft the bottom of a lake could be as the water tugged at her clothing and left her long braid sort of floating above the pillowy ground.

Down here, she was at a disadvantage, she couldn't move nearly as fast as she usually did nor could she move like she wanted. Namur had that complete advantage~. He better enjoy that because on land, she would be the one calling the shots.

She smirked up at him, her legs parting to let him settle between them as she tugged against his hold, looking to see just how good of a grip those webbed fingers of his had on her.]

[He wasn't holding her arms very tight. Rather, he'd been admiring their softness, his fingers barely glancing over her smooth skin. Rip pulling her arms in brought him back to the present, and he grins. Namur takes his time pushing back up to a kneeling position between her legs, his knees supporting her hips and his hands travelling sensuously over her body and down to her thighs. He rubs his hands along the inner thighs, using her pants to pull her closer while he pushes forward, making brief contact at the apex. He intended to do it only once, to tease, and see what kind of reaction she'd have, but finds himself rocking forward and doing it a couple more times, mind getting lost in the push and pull and hot pressure.]

[There was definitely something she liked about this pose. Perhaps it was the way his hands were traveling down her body while she lay spread out beneath him, or maybe it was the way he was pulling her closer so he could move against her.

The brief contact was enough to entice her to squeeze her knees against his sides, enticing him to tease her a little more and happily accepting the next few teasing rocks as she bucked her hips against his thrusts.

Two could play at that game~.]

[Hell

yes.

If they weren't underwater he'd be gasping for breath. His gills flare instead. Namur slides his hands up her torso again, this time taking the hem of her t-shirt with them, exposing her belly. He curls forward, following Rip's rising shirt with tender little bites, until he finds a spot that makes her react more favorably than the others. He shifts to wrap his arms around her and nibbles at that spot to see how far he can take her that way.]

[Each little bite makes her body tense beneath him as goosebumps travel along her skin from the tender little bite.

When he found that one spot.. he would know right away! Her body tensed as her back arched, hips bucking against his as he continually nibbles at that sensitive little spot just under her breasts and right at the bottom of her rib cage.

Every little nibble made her shudder and drew out the occasional buck of her hips as she tightened her legs around his waist.]

[Namur chuckled a little, still biting at her ribs, savoring the way it made her squirm. He dug his nails into Rip's back again, and bit wide enough to have something to hang onto as he brought his hands all the way down to the waistline of her pants, then let go with his teeth as he traced his fingers along just under the hem until they met low on her abdomen. Fanning his fingers out so he could feel her with the webs, he surged upward, and picked up sliding her shirt over her head where he'd left off earlier. Namur stretched out on top of her, nuzzling his nose under her chin, setting his teeth against her throat, then seeking out her ear. His voice somehow carries through the water as it normally would, raspier than usual, and breathless.]

Seems like yer havin' fun, babe. Want more?

[He tensed and slid his abs against hers, just so she'd be sure what more he was talking about.]

Edited Date: 2016-01-04 12:26 am (UTC)

[Every nip, every bite and even the feel of his nails spurned her on. Rip bucked her hips and trembled beneath his hands as she clenched her legs against him.

The feel of webbed hands along her soft pale skin moving her shirt up.. She was loving it~. Rip tilted her head up when he nuzzled under her chin and felt fangs press against her delicate throat.

It wouldn't be hard to clamp down and tear it out.. or for him to destroy her if he wanted... and that seemed to excite her even more as he spoke in her ear. ]

Yes~. Give me more before I take it from you.

[There was no doubt what he was talking about~. Her shirt was already floating off, leaving her in a black lack bra and pants... perhaps he should see if the panties matched the bra next~.]

Sheheheh shit yer impatient.

[Smirking, Namur takes one of her hands and begins to explore every finger one by one. Touching, pulling, pressing his lips against them, biting them. Then her palm, wrist, and the back of her hand, and so on until he's covered everything she wants in little scratches and bite marks. If she doesn't seem to appreciate something he does he moves on quickly, but when she does, he lingers. He wants more of her, too, but he wants to drive her mad- and make her enjoy every moment. She'll get what he asked, and probably more than she bargained for in some ways, but she won't be able to claim he isn't thorough.]

[Can he blame her? He was hitting almost all the right notes to get her excited.

Even the nips.. the bites, the little tugs to her fingers and hands excited her and she could smell her blood from the little scratches. Nothing large.. just faint little traces where his teeth dug a little much into her skin to leave thin little scratch marks.

He'll find there isn't much she doesn't enjoy, though, she does tug away a little when he went for the back of her hands, a spot she definitely wanted him to stay away from considering the seals.

Rip let out soft little pleased moans as he continued to nibble and tease her fingers and occasionally rocked her hips against his, teasing him as much as he was teasing her, though considering the position.. there wasn't too much she could do to tease right now.]