Somehow, Mizu did not expect returning Lance's compliment to elicit such a dramatically large smile from the man. He seemed to burst forward, off the cot, with the energy it gave him, and one of his hands brushed his hair back with a flourish while the other struck a pose against his hip.
Mizu reached up to cover her mouth as a smile erupted onto her face, and quiet huffing sounds that suspiciously sounded like suppressed giggles came from her mouth. Gods, she didn't want to laugh fully--what if someone walking by heard?
"Why thank you," Lance said, his eyebrow raised now in a sultry invitation. He then grabbed the back collar of his shift, pulled it over his head, and threw it lightly to the floor before looking toward Mizu once more, shifting his hips forward slightly and rotating by small degrees this way and that to give Mizu all the angles of his chest, chiseled stomach, and hipbones as the shadows of the flickering candles moved across them. His movements made her very aware that Lance knew she was staring at him, and her eyes flickered to his feet in embarrassment for a moment, sympathizing with Lance's earlier impulses to do similar.
But, when Lance came back to the cot and lay with his elbow propping him up, she looked at him again and caught his eyes wandering over her body. She was gratified and became very sure that both of them had a nearly equal appreciation for each other's appearance. It was an unnecessary but lovely piece of knowledge. Lance's eyes returned to meet hers in short order, however, and his daring smile returned--well, it really had never left. Did this man ever stop smiling? Some part of her hoped not.
Without thinking, Mizu's hand reached out to touch Lance's chest, starting with his sternum, circling one nipple again and traveling down further to the hem of his pants where her fingers slipped underneath slightly, only enough to touch his pubic hair. Her fingertips ran slow circles there, too, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his coarse hair as it caught lightly around her fingers. She hummed quietly, unconsciously enjoying herself. Then, she shifted to lay her head between his shoulder and his chest as she softly pressed a leg between his legs. A quiet breath escaped her as her hand came away from Lance's pants only to trace down further across the bulge her fingers found there, exploring the shape of him beneath his clothing.
Mizu/Lance
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Re: Mizu/Lance
Mizu's fingers reached forward to brush down Lance's sternum and then circle around his nipple, and it was tempting to sink beneath the touch and lay fully down on the cot, but something kept him propped up, perhaps a bit stubbornly. Her fingers trailed downwards from there, pulling a small surprised sigh from Lance as they reached into his pants and even his underwear, though only just. He hummed pleasantly as she traced gentle circles through his pubic hair, a near-involuntary relaxation finally convincing him to stop propping himself up and lay down on his back to enjoy the sensation, his hands hooked behind his head again, mostly to be out of the way.
He heard a pleasant hum from Mizu and smiled wide as he turned his gaze to her. Her eyes had fallen shut, and then she shifted to lay her head on his chest, her leg wrapping around his, and a nervous flutter rippled through Lance. Somehow he just really hadn't expected the commander to be so... tender? And, he wasn't very practiced at tender, himself, in ways that amped up his anxiety a bit, like the likelihood was increasing that he'd end up doing something wrong.
Mizu drew her hand out of his pants, and disappointment admittedly escaped Lance in the form of a small puff of air. But, she quickly moved her hand to feel Lance's bulge over his pants, which was simultaneously an odd sort of comforting, and undeniably exciting. He was sure he swelled under her touch, his attention suddenly drawn almost entirely that direction with a soft, sharp inhale of breath.
His hands started feeling antsy quickly thereafter, though, and he shifted his attention back to Mizu's head on his chest. He liked the sensation of its weight there, and the softness of her hair on his skin, but it felt almost like he was pinned by it, if only by his own uncertainty. He wanted to do something, though, and mustered enough bravery to bring a hand out from under his head and brush its fingers into Mizu's hair, lightly tracing soft circles through her scalp as he let his eyes trail over to a flickering candle.
He heard a pleasant hum from Mizu and smiled wide as he turned his gaze to her. Her eyes had fallen shut, and then she shifted to lay her head on his chest, her leg wrapping around his, and a nervous flutter rippled through Lance. Somehow he just really hadn't expected the commander to be so... tender? And, he wasn't very practiced at tender, himself, in ways that amped up his anxiety a bit, like the likelihood was increasing that he'd end up doing something wrong.
Mizu drew her hand out of his pants, and disappointment admittedly escaped Lance in the form of a small puff of air. But, she quickly moved her hand to feel Lance's bulge over his pants, which was simultaneously an odd sort of comforting, and undeniably exciting. He was sure he swelled under her touch, his attention suddenly drawn almost entirely that direction with a soft, sharp inhale of breath.
His hands started feeling antsy quickly thereafter, though, and he shifted his attention back to Mizu's head on his chest. He liked the sensation of its weight there, and the softness of her hair on his skin, but it felt almost like he was pinned by it, if only by his own uncertainty. He wanted to do something, though, and mustered enough bravery to bring a hand out from under his head and brush its fingers into Mizu's hair, lightly tracing soft circles through her scalp as he let his eyes trail over to a flickering candle.
Re: Mizu/Lance
Mizu heard the soft breaths that escaped Lance, once when she removed her hand from underneath his pants and once when she placed it on top. Each of them sent a cascade of sensations through her chest, the effect like slow lightning within her.
She felt Lance shift underneath her, moving an arm her direction, and she tensed, concerned where he might be going. She had hid her concern well, but her peripheries were armed and alert, her nerves nearly several inches above her body in anticipation. The moment his hand reached her hair, however, she took a breath and slowly let muscles relax to make her reflex invisible. She didn't want to put Lance off, and she knew it was her fault; she was being hypervigilant. Prepared in case something went wrong.
Reminding herself that Lance had followed her request, that he had not initiated, Mizu felt echoes of the way she had caressed his coarser hair in the ways he was touching her hair now. It comforted her, and she pressed her side of her face a little further into Lance's chest. Sensations of satisfaction and surprise kindled quickly as Mizu also remembered that her right hand still held Lance's bulge. She rubbed her fingertips over it slowly, once and again, to feel the full three-dimensional experience. Then, she pressed her fingers in a little, squeezing in a few small places at once.
A wave of craving shot up Mizu's hips and pelvis, causing her to squeeze a little harder, her breath quiet but audible now. Her body was certainly responding with arousal. Was this what she wanted? Yes, resoundingly, yes.
It felt almost like a dance to her now, Lance's movements in her hair joining with how she pressed herself against his leg and torso, traveling down her arm toward where she had her hand on him and squeezed. Gods, this was beautiful and thrilling, and she didn't want to think too much about what might or might not come next.
She felt Lance shift underneath her, moving an arm her direction, and she tensed, concerned where he might be going. She had hid her concern well, but her peripheries were armed and alert, her nerves nearly several inches above her body in anticipation. The moment his hand reached her hair, however, she took a breath and slowly let muscles relax to make her reflex invisible. She didn't want to put Lance off, and she knew it was her fault; she was being hypervigilant. Prepared in case something went wrong.
Reminding herself that Lance had followed her request, that he had not initiated, Mizu felt echoes of the way she had caressed his coarser hair in the ways he was touching her hair now. It comforted her, and she pressed her side of her face a little further into Lance's chest. Sensations of satisfaction and surprise kindled quickly as Mizu also remembered that her right hand still held Lance's bulge. She rubbed her fingertips over it slowly, once and again, to feel the full three-dimensional experience. Then, she pressed her fingers in a little, squeezing in a few small places at once.
A wave of craving shot up Mizu's hips and pelvis, causing her to squeeze a little harder, her breath quiet but audible now. Her body was certainly responding with arousal. Was this what she wanted? Yes, resoundingly, yes.
It felt almost like a dance to her now, Lance's movements in her hair joining with how she pressed herself against his leg and torso, traveling down her arm toward where she had her hand on him and squeezed. Gods, this was beautiful and thrilling, and she didn't want to think too much about what might or might not come next.
Re: Mizu/Lance
Mizu pressed her cheek more firmly against his chest, and Lance smiled crookedly at the candle, his hand in Mizu's hair briefly pressing its palm against her. Then his attention lilted downwards again, swaying with Mizu's fingers as they rubbed over his length, and then gently squeezed. A pulse thrummed through his body, rippling multiple muscles at once and pushing a quick, quiet gasp from his lips. Mizu squeezed more firmly in response, and Lance wanted to moan, but he knew the muscles in his throat he needed to relax to interrupt that particular impulse, though every time it made him yearn a little melancholically for privacy. He supposed that this time tomorrow night, he might never have to worry about being too loud again.
The melancholy ebbed and flowed as his body moved in a subtle undulation against Mizu's, in rhythm with the rich pulses her hand and her hips enticed from him. His fingers started to grasp at her hair--and his own--tightening and releasing in the same rhythmic flow. Anxiety started to ripple in as the melancholy slowly dissipated, though. Impulses were starting to arise to shift towards action--to roll them both over, return some of her touches in kind, perhaps plant a few kisses as he began to undo her pants... But, no, he felt confident that would be escalation.
A brief flare of resentment did bloom that Mizu had restricted him from that, but he released it, determined to enjoy this, whatever it was. He sank back into the feeling of her hand on his arousal, again a ghost of a moan silently caressing his carefully-opened throat. He thought about at least undoing his own pants, but no, the position wouldn't really allow for that. He sank back into their bodies' pulses and undulations again, and this next time when he started to come back up, he settled on letting his hand caress down Mizu's hair and over her back, fingertips dipping below her pants and pressing gently against the skin there, grateful that finally an impulse arose that he felt good indulging.
The melancholy ebbed and flowed as his body moved in a subtle undulation against Mizu's, in rhythm with the rich pulses her hand and her hips enticed from him. His fingers started to grasp at her hair--and his own--tightening and releasing in the same rhythmic flow. Anxiety started to ripple in as the melancholy slowly dissipated, though. Impulses were starting to arise to shift towards action--to roll them both over, return some of her touches in kind, perhaps plant a few kisses as he began to undo her pants... But, no, he felt confident that would be escalation.
A brief flare of resentment did bloom that Mizu had restricted him from that, but he released it, determined to enjoy this, whatever it was. He sank back into the feeling of her hand on his arousal, again a ghost of a moan silently caressing his carefully-opened throat. He thought about at least undoing his own pants, but no, the position wouldn't really allow for that. He sank back into their bodies' pulses and undulations again, and this next time when he started to come back up, he settled on letting his hand caress down Mizu's hair and over her back, fingertips dipping below her pants and pressing gently against the skin there, grateful that finally an impulse arose that he felt good indulging.
Re: Mizu/Lance
While Mizu could feel both of their desire mounting, she was grateful Lance wasn't vocalizing. He was being incredibly considerate, which she deeply appreciated. It made her want to push him and his resolve further. How much could she do to him before he made a sound? It was a dangerous game but one Mizu felt the confidence to play.
She smiled into Lance's chest where he might not see as both of their bodies continued to undulate against each other. Lance's hand left Mizu's hair and trailed down her bare back down toward her pants and underneath them, pressing into the skin of her backside. She was surprised, but his reflection of her earlier action again pleased her, and she squeezed Lance's length a little harder before shifting off him, all her limbs moving smoothly to readjust in tandem. Her knee came over Lance such that she was straddling him again, and the arm closest to the cot pushed up while the other reached across Lance, giving him more access to her backside if he wanted it. She stayed for a moment on all fours above him before she leaned down and lay on his chest, their bare skin touching, her face betraying the ghost of a smile.
Lifting her chest off Lance slightly, she drug her own nipples in slow, small circles around on his chest and then pressed her chest back down against his. He was warm and comfortable and arousing, and she was... happy. Her feet reached down and up Lance's legs, wrapping around him for more contact. And then, sitting back on her heels for a moment, Mizu looked pointedly at Lance, her face stone, before she looked down toward Lance's pants and moved her hands to begin unbuttoning them. She pulled one button undone and took a breath, staring down at Lance's stomach with suddenly parted lips and a heavy sigh. She paused a moment before undoing the second button, leaving three of them to work through... later.
Placing her hands on the fronts of Lance's thighs behind her, Mizu moved her hips over Lance's bulge once and again, and her head fell back to relish in the sensation between her own legs.
She smiled into Lance's chest where he might not see as both of their bodies continued to undulate against each other. Lance's hand left Mizu's hair and trailed down her bare back down toward her pants and underneath them, pressing into the skin of her backside. She was surprised, but his reflection of her earlier action again pleased her, and she squeezed Lance's length a little harder before shifting off him, all her limbs moving smoothly to readjust in tandem. Her knee came over Lance such that she was straddling him again, and the arm closest to the cot pushed up while the other reached across Lance, giving him more access to her backside if he wanted it. She stayed for a moment on all fours above him before she leaned down and lay on his chest, their bare skin touching, her face betraying the ghost of a smile.
Lifting her chest off Lance slightly, she drug her own nipples in slow, small circles around on his chest and then pressed her chest back down against his. He was warm and comfortable and arousing, and she was... happy. Her feet reached down and up Lance's legs, wrapping around him for more contact. And then, sitting back on her heels for a moment, Mizu looked pointedly at Lance, her face stone, before she looked down toward Lance's pants and moved her hands to begin unbuttoning them. She pulled one button undone and took a breath, staring down at Lance's stomach with suddenly parted lips and a heavy sigh. She paused a moment before undoing the second button, leaving three of them to work through... later.
Placing her hands on the fronts of Lance's thighs behind her, Mizu moved her hips over Lance's bulge once and again, and her head fell back to relish in the sensation between her own legs.
Re: Mizu/Lance
Lance sighed happily as Mizu's hand squeezed his length again. For a moment, it almost felt like a reward for his hand's bravery, but then Mizu began to withdraw, and nervous butterflies once again erupted in his chest. He watched her calmly, though, waiting to see where she was actually going, and soon enough she was straddling him, and then leaning her bare chest down against his, and warmth splashed through him. Gods, skin-on-skin contact felt so damn good. His hand caressed up and down the back of her hip, inviting yet more warmth with slow, soft friction. The movement slowed when Mizu pulled back a little bit, but before nervousness even had time to settle in, Lance's eyes were drawn down to the sight of Mizu's nipples barely touching his skin and drawing slow circles over his chest. A soft, delighted breath of a chuckle escaped his lips, and then another happy sigh as her feet rubbed up and down his legs. He sank into relaxation and contentment, feeling almost pampered. His other tousles had tended to be rougher - not (always) as a point, but a side-effect of haste if nothing else. He felt almost in awe of Mizu's patience.
Mizu sat back on her heels and looked at Lance, and he was sure his awe showed in his face. Her expression was as stony as ever, and he swallowed without realizing. Then, her gaze turned towards his pants, her fingers pulling at the buttons, and both of Lance's hands moved to her thighs, pressing and rubbing over her pants in a gentle, excited encouragement. He watched enrapt as Mizu undid the first button and a sigh escaped her parted lips, the glimpse of her own pleasure washing Lance in satisfaction. She undid the second button, and Lance let out a heavy sigh of his own, excitement mounting, but then she sat back, hands on his thighs behind her, and began to move her hips over him. A soft whine escaped Lance's throat, coloring his cheeks with embarrassment in its wake.
"Mizu..." his voice was breathy but thick, a plead in his eyes as he squeezed Mizu's thighs. Ache throbbed from his length as the pressure of her weight caressed him, tantalizing him with a deeper contact he was feeling more and more eager to get to. His mind finally caught up then, and he redirected his hands towards the top of Mizu's pants, determined that he was at least within his rights to undo the first two buttons. Still, his eyes flashed up to meet hers; he wasn't waiting for permission, but he was attentive for any indication that he should stop.
Mizu sat back on her heels and looked at Lance, and he was sure his awe showed in his face. Her expression was as stony as ever, and he swallowed without realizing. Then, her gaze turned towards his pants, her fingers pulling at the buttons, and both of Lance's hands moved to her thighs, pressing and rubbing over her pants in a gentle, excited encouragement. He watched enrapt as Mizu undid the first button and a sigh escaped her parted lips, the glimpse of her own pleasure washing Lance in satisfaction. She undid the second button, and Lance let out a heavy sigh of his own, excitement mounting, but then she sat back, hands on his thighs behind her, and began to move her hips over him. A soft whine escaped Lance's throat, coloring his cheeks with embarrassment in its wake.
"Mizu..." his voice was breathy but thick, a plead in his eyes as he squeezed Mizu's thighs. Ache throbbed from his length as the pressure of her weight caressed him, tantalizing him with a deeper contact he was feeling more and more eager to get to. His mind finally caught up then, and he redirected his hands towards the top of Mizu's pants, determined that he was at least within his rights to undo the first two buttons. Still, his eyes flashed up to meet hers; he wasn't waiting for permission, but he was attentive for any indication that he should stop.
Re: Mizu/Lance
With her head thrown back astride Lance, Mizu heard a small whimper from the man, and she allowed herself a quiet smile. It was getting more difficult for him to be discrete.
Perhaps he needed more motivation. After all, Lance might actually benefit in some way if caught in the act with her, while Mizu... she doubted she could earn back everyone's respect after something like that.
She felt Lance's hands fumble for the buttons on her pants, and she pulled herself fully straight again, intrigued and, if she were willing to admit it, frightened. She still wasn't entirely sure where she wanted all this to go, and the risk of diseases or, gods, pregnancy, weighed heavily on her.
But, she pushed those thoughts aside as she watched Lance's fingers studiously, not giving anything away. She was curious whether he would go beyond the second button, but when he stopped and looked up at her, she blushed a little in spite of herself.
Gathering resolve, she leaned over Lance again, getting close to his ear, and said, "the moment you make a sound loud enough to hear beyond this tent, I will end this."
She said it evenly, but there was no mistaking the chill of a threat behind her words. A shiver of pleasure and power ran up her spine, and she couldn't control it fast enough. She enjoyed both issuing such a threat and imagining making good on it, much as she did want this to continue.
Continue where?
She sat back up, pondering the thought as she smiled with one side of her mouth and undid a third button, her black hair hanging to cover some of her face.
Perhaps he needed more motivation. After all, Lance might actually benefit in some way if caught in the act with her, while Mizu... she doubted she could earn back everyone's respect after something like that.
She felt Lance's hands fumble for the buttons on her pants, and she pulled herself fully straight again, intrigued and, if she were willing to admit it, frightened. She still wasn't entirely sure where she wanted all this to go, and the risk of diseases or, gods, pregnancy, weighed heavily on her.
But, she pushed those thoughts aside as she watched Lance's fingers studiously, not giving anything away. She was curious whether he would go beyond the second button, but when he stopped and looked up at her, she blushed a little in spite of herself.
Gathering resolve, she leaned over Lance again, getting close to his ear, and said, "the moment you make a sound loud enough to hear beyond this tent, I will end this."
She said it evenly, but there was no mistaking the chill of a threat behind her words. A shiver of pleasure and power ran up her spine, and she couldn't control it fast enough. She enjoyed both issuing such a threat and imagining making good on it, much as she did want this to continue.
Continue where?
She sat back up, pondering the thought as she smiled with one side of her mouth and undid a third button, her black hair hanging to cover some of her face.
Re: Mizu/Lance
Lance was pleased to see a little extra color on Mizu's cheeks as he undid the first two buttons on her pants. Despite her stony composure, she was getting excited, wasn't she? Lance revisited the soft sigh in his memory that had escaped Mizu's lips when she'd started to undo his buttons just moments ago, savoring the tiny expressions she was giving him.
Soon enough she drew his attention back to the present, though, as she leaned down to bring her mouth by his ear.
"The moment you make a sound loud enough to hear beyond this tent, I will end this."
An instinctive, breathy exhale of a chuckle huffed out of Lance almost as a reflex - can't have things getting too serious - but he swallowed in its wake, the weight of her words settling in. Of course a crooked smile still clung to his expression, but with an unmistakable waver of nervousness. He definitely didn't want to fuck up.
Mizu sat back up, and somewhat to Lance's relief, there was a small smile curling up one side of her mouth, lightening the brief chill in the air. Still, the elegant, understated drama of her words and her expression and even her hair hanging a slight shadow over her face kept Lance's gaze transfixed; he hardly even realized she'd undone a third button before the echo of its release silently pulsed through him, his lungs drawing in a soft, shaky breath in reply. Briefly, that flashed another tug of longing through his eyes and furrowed brow, but self-consciousness about the expression welled up quickly, and his smirk returned in full vigor as he collected himself.
"Understood." He only barely whispered, the consonants tiny soft pops of velvet on his tongue.
Soon enough she drew his attention back to the present, though, as she leaned down to bring her mouth by his ear.
"The moment you make a sound loud enough to hear beyond this tent, I will end this."
An instinctive, breathy exhale of a chuckle huffed out of Lance almost as a reflex - can't have things getting too serious - but he swallowed in its wake, the weight of her words settling in. Of course a crooked smile still clung to his expression, but with an unmistakable waver of nervousness. He definitely didn't want to fuck up.
Mizu sat back up, and somewhat to Lance's relief, there was a small smile curling up one side of her mouth, lightening the brief chill in the air. Still, the elegant, understated drama of her words and her expression and even her hair hanging a slight shadow over her face kept Lance's gaze transfixed; he hardly even realized she'd undone a third button before the echo of its release silently pulsed through him, his lungs drawing in a soft, shaky breath in reply. Briefly, that flashed another tug of longing through his eyes and furrowed brow, but self-consciousness about the expression welled up quickly, and his smirk returned in full vigor as he collected himself.
"Understood." He only barely whispered, the consonants tiny soft pops of velvet on his tongue.
Re: Mizu/Lance
Mizu expected Lance's soft chuckle, but as she watched his throat bob in the swallow that followed, she felt a satisfaction that made her a little afraid of herself.
It wasn't as though she had issued a threat to Lance's life--she only promised to end the encounter--but she burned with an intensity after she said it as though she already anticipated the smell of his blood.
Such a simple cruelty, and yet why did she revel in it so much? She had felt none of this for herself before, whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom, but now, on top of this lieutenant, she realized her tenderness with him felt best slid along the knife's edge of what he knew she could do to him. What she didn't have to do to him. Yet.
Lance's expression grew worried, his brow furrowed, but a shaky breath of longing overcame him and determination after that, a smirk returning.
"Understood," he whispered, barely audibly, the consonants of the word rubbing together enough to cause the hairs on the back of her neck to prickle.
She undid another button, her eyes downcast, but she wouldn't have been surprised if some of the malice she felt glittered there. Was it wise to continue? Could she indulge such an impulse? But, if not here, in the safety of these circumstances and these harmless threats, then where? She could not call herself a good commander if she let even the slightest hint of this out anywhere else.
Mizu was briefly reminded of her conversation with Yukiko about the gods. How it wasn't up to humans to think as far ahead. That they all needed to make the best decisions they could with the information they had access to.
Maybe, in this way, Lance's last evening here with her was a gift, or... a warning.
Mizu undid the last buttons on Lance's pants, her exhale full of anticipatory pleasure, none of which she hid.
She pulled her legs together to squeeze Lance, straining her thigh muscles such that his length would push further up beneath her, even trapped as it was under cloth.
And then, she moved off him to stand, deftly bending down to grab his pants at his hips and slide both that fabric and his underwear down, negotiating his knees and ankles with grace, leaving him naked.
The ache between her own legs mounted with frightening hunger as she stared down at Lance, over the curving muscles of his shoulders and the slope of his collarbone, over his taut stomach and its sparse blonde hair, and finally down toward his length, erect and ready for her, if she wanted it. An offering, even before the goddess would get anything from him.
This is all going to your head, she told herself petulantly, but she did not want to care.
With the back of one hand, she traced the skin down the side of his stomach and down the inside of his hip, relishing in whatever reaction this elicited in Lance as her eyes rolled back in her head and her breathing came fast and heavy.
When she could finally open her eyes again, she looked at Lance, all her walls falling down, her pleasure bare in the soft, languid nature of her eyes and the openness of her lips.
"Now," she said, her words only slightly more audible than Lance's had been, and swallowed, testing, "take off mine."
It wasn't as though she had issued a threat to Lance's life--she only promised to end the encounter--but she burned with an intensity after she said it as though she already anticipated the smell of his blood.
Such a simple cruelty, and yet why did she revel in it so much? She had felt none of this for herself before, whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom, but now, on top of this lieutenant, she realized her tenderness with him felt best slid along the knife's edge of what he knew she could do to him. What she didn't have to do to him. Yet.
Lance's expression grew worried, his brow furrowed, but a shaky breath of longing overcame him and determination after that, a smirk returning.
"Understood," he whispered, barely audibly, the consonants of the word rubbing together enough to cause the hairs on the back of her neck to prickle.
She undid another button, her eyes downcast, but she wouldn't have been surprised if some of the malice she felt glittered there. Was it wise to continue? Could she indulge such an impulse? But, if not here, in the safety of these circumstances and these harmless threats, then where? She could not call herself a good commander if she let even the slightest hint of this out anywhere else.
Mizu was briefly reminded of her conversation with Yukiko about the gods. How it wasn't up to humans to think as far ahead. That they all needed to make the best decisions they could with the information they had access to.
Maybe, in this way, Lance's last evening here with her was a gift, or... a warning.
Mizu undid the last buttons on Lance's pants, her exhale full of anticipatory pleasure, none of which she hid.
She pulled her legs together to squeeze Lance, straining her thigh muscles such that his length would push further up beneath her, even trapped as it was under cloth.
And then, she moved off him to stand, deftly bending down to grab his pants at his hips and slide both that fabric and his underwear down, negotiating his knees and ankles with grace, leaving him naked.
The ache between her own legs mounted with frightening hunger as she stared down at Lance, over the curving muscles of his shoulders and the slope of his collarbone, over his taut stomach and its sparse blonde hair, and finally down toward his length, erect and ready for her, if she wanted it. An offering, even before the goddess would get anything from him.
This is all going to your head, she told herself petulantly, but she did not want to care.
With the back of one hand, she traced the skin down the side of his stomach and down the inside of his hip, relishing in whatever reaction this elicited in Lance as her eyes rolled back in her head and her breathing came fast and heavy.
When she could finally open her eyes again, she looked at Lance, all her walls falling down, her pleasure bare in the soft, languid nature of her eyes and the openness of her lips.
"Now," she said, her words only slightly more audible than Lance's had been, and swallowed, testing, "take off mine."
Re: Mizu/Lance
Lance continued watching Mizu's gaze as she looked down to the next button, something dark curling in the shadow of her smirk. A trill of fear spiraled up from Lance's gut, the kind that was hard to tell from excitement, and his grin widened in anticipation, his hands squeezing her thighs again.
As Mizu undid the last button on his pants, she exhaled deeply, and Lance could swear a shiver of pleasure briefly wracked them both. Then she squeezed her legs around him, and Lance's mouth parted to let out a soundless gasp as his hips couldn't help tensing against her, his length pressed eagerly against the thin fabric of his underwear and a primal lament settling deep in his gut that Mizu's pants were still on. His hands started caressing back towards her buttons, but before he could catch up on that front, Mizu was moving off of him, standing beside the cot. Lance propped himself up on his elbows, a quizzical tilt to his brow, but just as quickly as she'd stood, Mizu reached down to grasp his pants and his underwear at his hips. An exhale pushed from Lance's lungs, full of both relief and thrill, and he cooperated gladly in getting the last of his clothing stripped off, a delighted sensation of freedom dancing over his skin. And then, when he returned his gaze to Mizu, he saw that she was beholding him again, naked in all his glory, and he couldn't help laying back down against the cot with a gentle stretch that curved his back and rocked his hips to the side just-so, a blissful grin painting his expression.
Lance let out a slow, long sigh as the back of Mizu's hand traced down the side of his stomach and over to the inside of his hip - it absolutely wanted to bloom to a moan, but he diligently kept his throat relaxed, and instead allowed his hips to sway against her hand as they willed, impulse control receding from his body to focus on his voice. His eyes had fallen shut, but he could hear Mizu's breathing growing heavy, and his heart thumped eagerly in his ears.
"Now," she said softly, and Lance drew in a tiny startled breath as he opened his eyes again, pulling himself up from something in order to pay attention to her words. She swallowed, and Lance looked at her again - and, oh, gods, she was beautiful, her face open and soft in the candlelight, her eyes drinking him in. "Take off mine."
Lance's grin spread across his expression again almost instantly, and he sat himself up with a slow, languid determination, one hand absent-mindedly caressing across his chest, ultimately brushing hair back behind his shoulder as he pushed himself to his feet. A little shadow of something--honestly, maybe just ego--darkened Lance's smile just a touch as he closed the distance between them, his eyes gentle but insistent upon Mizu's as he slowly released the remaining buttons on her pants.
As Mizu undid the last button on his pants, she exhaled deeply, and Lance could swear a shiver of pleasure briefly wracked them both. Then she squeezed her legs around him, and Lance's mouth parted to let out a soundless gasp as his hips couldn't help tensing against her, his length pressed eagerly against the thin fabric of his underwear and a primal lament settling deep in his gut that Mizu's pants were still on. His hands started caressing back towards her buttons, but before he could catch up on that front, Mizu was moving off of him, standing beside the cot. Lance propped himself up on his elbows, a quizzical tilt to his brow, but just as quickly as she'd stood, Mizu reached down to grasp his pants and his underwear at his hips. An exhale pushed from Lance's lungs, full of both relief and thrill, and he cooperated gladly in getting the last of his clothing stripped off, a delighted sensation of freedom dancing over his skin. And then, when he returned his gaze to Mizu, he saw that she was beholding him again, naked in all his glory, and he couldn't help laying back down against the cot with a gentle stretch that curved his back and rocked his hips to the side just-so, a blissful grin painting his expression.
Lance let out a slow, long sigh as the back of Mizu's hand traced down the side of his stomach and over to the inside of his hip - it absolutely wanted to bloom to a moan, but he diligently kept his throat relaxed, and instead allowed his hips to sway against her hand as they willed, impulse control receding from his body to focus on his voice. His eyes had fallen shut, but he could hear Mizu's breathing growing heavy, and his heart thumped eagerly in his ears.
"Now," she said softly, and Lance drew in a tiny startled breath as he opened his eyes again, pulling himself up from something in order to pay attention to her words. She swallowed, and Lance looked at her again - and, oh, gods, she was beautiful, her face open and soft in the candlelight, her eyes drinking him in. "Take off mine."
Lance's grin spread across his expression again almost instantly, and he sat himself up with a slow, languid determination, one hand absent-mindedly caressing across his chest, ultimately brushing hair back behind his shoulder as he pushed himself to his feet. A little shadow of something--honestly, maybe just ego--darkened Lance's smile just a touch as he closed the distance between them, his eyes gentle but insistent upon Mizu's as he slowly released the remaining buttons on her pants.