Kit's Apartment
The raen was growing accustomed to being near Kit, his embrace the only one they'd had since they'd died. He was the only sort of affection they'd had since then and the only source of tenderness that they'd had in a long time, far more used to casual and detached yet lustful encounters rather than lovers who cared about their well-being. He was comfortable and he was safe, even in spite of a different field organisation and strength than they were used to and one that could merge with their own tattered one, as if the two were tantalisingly close but could never touch, even when they were together in a physical sense. The matter of the field was definitely uncomfortable, more because they knew they were the reason they couldn't merge, having lost the ability to do something that they had always taken for granted. In spite of that, they were getting used to his proximity, almost needing it. Even his scent was something pleasantly familiar now, enough to make Shae want to remain close to the galdor and curl into him at every opportunity.
That probably said something about their relationship or at least Shae's view on things but it wasn't like- He'd helped them out, he'd looked after them when they'd needed it when they were at their lowest - and they were still pretty low and vulnerable right now - and he was a friend that they honestly couldn't be more grateful for. A friend that they really wanted to fuck as well but... obviously he was important. He was just a very good and attractive friend who more than likely understood the benefits of getting along very well with one another and had things in common like sex.
They were good friends. There wasn't more to it than that, there certainly wasn't any other level of need or connection. There was need here right now that was very easy to understand, very easy to get lost in, sufficiently shallow and basic enough to brush aside any silly thoughts of anything more going on between them. Right now they were sexual tension and want that had been building for the last few weeks only driven up to new heights after the Pie Debacle. There certainly wasn't any depth here although there was definitely potential for some, just not the emotional kind.
Kit pulled them so close that there probably wasn't an inch of space between their bodies, the galdor obviously eager to join them physically, even if it wasn't possible to do so in the monic sense. And that was before the raen murmured their need in his ear, the words clearly lighting a fire under him that drew a delighted giggle from them, cut off by the almost desperate kiss pressed against their smiling lips. He'd been so calm and collected the last time they'd gone to do this, so ready to tease and prolong things and so Shae had expected something the same. Oh they'd certainly hoped to make him move things along faster - their words had definitely had that intent - but they hadn't expected to be so successful.
Their face flushed, heart beating a new staccato rhythm within the confines of their ribcage at the intensity of the desire that was billowing off him. Was there a fluttery feeling in their stomach as well? Yes but what it signified... obviously it was excitement, plain and simple, it wouldn't be anything else. There also wasn't a sense of joyous relief and utter delight, definitely not. They were just caught up in the moment, certainly not thinking about things as emotions and wordless thoughts flooded them with warmth. Later though... later though they'd be able to remember those sensations and feelings and how they definitely didn't fit desire or lasciviousness. The sort of hindsight that would bring worry and despair; hindsight wasn't always a wonderful thing...
For now, such things only heightened... everything.
His hold on their backside was tight, tugging the raen close as if he was hoping to absorb them into his skin as he lifted Shae, gaze blazing with passion that made something inside the young female body melt. Their heart was truly thundering now, ready to come out their throat for sure and they found themself struggling to breathe, as mouths moved fervently. The former wick moaned, low and needy, hands moving to tangle in his hair.
Things happened so fast.
One moment, they were on the draining board, the next trying to twine their way around him like roots seeking nourishment and then one after that, they were up against his door, gasping from shock and breathlessness.
Gasping, panting, trying to drag air into their lungs, hardly able to catch their breath as his lips shifted to their throat. There was no doubt that he'd feel that giddy pulse of theirs as delicate flesh was drawn in, the force of it likely to leave a crimson blossom behind. Shae eagerly welcomed a garden of such blooms, arching their neck to give him greater access as the raen moaned softly.
The groan that came from him sent a shiver of pleasure through the youth, the yearning within them only growing stronger. They wanted to squirm, instinct driving them and they felt they had permission when his hips tilted up. They let out a soft, throaty cry, Shae doing their utmost to give more control to their legs to press them firmly together, shifting eagerly, seeking the delicious friction that they'd discovered during their last failed encounter.
"I... I don't need gentle. I won't... break, Kit. I'm not... as fragile... as you think I am," the brunette panted, voice husky, fingers moving to paw roughly through the galdor's hair. "I want this. I want you... to fuck me, Kit. Sweet Lady please, I need you to fuck me!"
The last was much louder, desperate and wild before they dove at him, lips fiercely seeking purchase on his throat, teeth nipping as the raen moved beneath his jawline, probing for a place that garnered the most enthusiastic reaction, revelling in that attractively heady scent of his as they did so, drunk and high on him at the same time. His name escaped the former wick in a sighing whisper against his skin even as they kissed.
The fact that their field buzzed angrily around them or that their pants were still wet from the draining board were non-existent considerations, the youth noticing them only in a vague and detached way. They were too overheated now to care.