[ this is the boldest he's ever been with her, and it's both surprising and a surprising turn-on. she's used to taking the lead--she likes taking the lead--when they make out, but as it turns out, she has a bit of a thing for magnus getting pushy and insistent. (a lot of a thing-- maybe because it is rare for him.)
she likes the height she has on him right now, too, being able to duck her head to kiss him, feeling how hungry for her he is. when they part, she feels a little dazed and out of breath, and when she feels lips and teeth against her collarbone, she sips in a shocked little breath, freeing her hands so they can curl instead in blond hair to gently keep him there. ]
And here-- [ one hand slides back down his nape, the heel of her palm stroking down the top of his spine. ] And here I was afraid I was moving too fast for you. [ she shifts her thigh, hitches it right up against the juncture of his own, feeling him hardening. it sends a peculiar little thrill up her spine, heat in the pit of her belly. ]
Mm, don't you already know? [ her lips graze his ear, teeth catching the curve. ] All you have to do is smile at me sometimes. I've never cared about or trusted anyone the way I do you, and you have no idea-- no idea how good you are, how easy it is to love you. [ she breathes a laugh. ] And gods, you're so hot it's no wonder half the Meadows is a little in love with you.
[it's a good thing she's holding him in place at her neck, because while he might be feeling brave enough to gently kiss half-moon bruises onto her collarbone (she's left more than a few hickeys on him, by now -- which heal disappointingly fast), the gasp makes him startle. worried grey eyes flicker upwards in a fear that he's overstepped or messed up or whatever way he's going to eventually make this all go pear-shaped. instead, he sees -- Alex looking flush and a little out of it, her breath shallow. gods, she's so fucking beautiful, and her breath is short because of something he's doing -- ]
[but he can't concentrate for too long on that (doesn't maintain that boldness), with the lean muscle of her thigh suddenly very much up between his own. okay, okay, whatever was happening before -- glancing touches, Magnus abstractly hoping Alex didn't quite realise or at least mind, maybe, how turned on he was getting -- is decidedly progressing in a direction. a punched-out moan escapes him, half-bitten off against her shoulder, and his whole body floods with tension after it; he stills absolutely, thinking, shit, fuck, and other fun exclamatory words]
[falling silent, he buries his nose against her neck, listens with a rabbit-fast heart to her amazing voice say things he frankly never thought he'd hear, much less from her. he has her care and her trust and her love and it all means so much to him, more than anything in the nine realms. he even has her eye, though he knows less what to do with that than a hole in the head, maybe. it doesn't mean he's not hungry for her, like she already knows (can feel against her thigh); it just means his eyes are nervous and his touch shaky and unsure again]
[quietly, after leaning up to taste that breathy laugh of hers, trying to center himself on the thrillingly familiar;]
I want, to be good. Just for you.
[it is a little fast for him, and his nerves are overtaking him without his consent. he feels overheated in his cotton shirt, and a bit panicked, and he wants to move his hips away and against that perfectly shaped thigh all at once]
Oh, babe. [ one of the many good things about magnus chase is that he wears his emotions on his sleeve. it could be a bad thing, were alex not here to protect him from the people that would use that against him, but she is here, and that kind of trait makes things so much easier for her. she knows, for instance, when the tension starts turning nervous again-- he's no less turned on, he doesn't want her any less, but she knows it's a lot of sensation all at once, and he's never been particularly comfortable with touch.
she softens her kiss, starts to gentle her touches, stroking a palm up and down his back to help calm him. ] You're always good for me. You don't even have to try. [ she brushes her nose against his, brushing a kiss across his mouth, then the curve of his cheekbone, her thigh shifting carefully back down. ] --Need some space? [ she pushes his hair back from his face, then gently turns him, urging him back toward his sleeping bag. ]
Sit down, okay? [ she cups his face for another lingering kiss, smiling into it. ] .. Take a few breaths. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for.
[but any stuttered explanation or apology trails off, lost to the soft kiss of her mouth and the soothing touch at his back. he doesn't know why he's this way -- painfully taut inside and raw at the touch of others, even the ones he loves and trusts most, too many nerves sparking -- but in this moment it makes him frustrated, and ashamed. he's considered it a personal victory that he's able to hug his friends, a little more often now; but the stuff with Alex is so far beyond that. he wants her touch so desperately, to smooth all his frayed wires back into the right place. that's how he feels, when she kisses him -- right, like he's never been scrambled up in the first place. just a regular person (a regular, dead, immortal, demigod person, fine, but whatever)]
[maybe he should feel weird and broken, but the way Alex carefully kisses him all over his face, the affection in that nickname that has absolutely stopped being ironic, how she smiles and tells him you're always good for me, don't let that doubt creep in. he goes as she urges, sitting down on his sleeping bag, a little hard (and, er, a little hard)]
[he breathes in a few times, and feels better that -- however intense he'd felt, the moment he's separated from her, he doesn't want to be. he wants Alex near him, always, and it was just going to be a matter of... taking things slow. he nevertheless blushes at the suggestion of what they might do, what he's ready for. his eyes rake over her long legs, the way the red fabric clings to her hips, how one side of the dress is tugged a little cute and lopsided from the press of their bodies]
...I don't think I was ready for that dress.
[it's probably a joke, to ease his own tension. probably. he holds his hand out for her to join him, eyebrows knitting in a vague anxiety not at her, but that she'll still come to him. that he hasn't scared her off, being unready, like he always is]
[ despite herself, she grins. ] I don't think anyone's ever ready for the Jessica Rabbit dress. [ she blows him a kiss, then starts to peel the dress off, changing as she goes, so that by the time it hits the floor of the tent, she's physically male up top, wearing a pair of pink satin panties. she bends to pick the dress up and set it aside, then reaches for one of his t-shirts, sliding it on over her head.
she crosses to him, then, sinking down astride his thighs-- keeping them in contact, but leaving enough distance between their torsos that magnus can take his time, can feel a little less overwhelmed.
she slides her hands over his shoulders, gently cupping the sides of his neck as she leans back in for another soft kiss. ] --Is this okay? Not too much? Should I put on pants?
[it's his true feelings, even if it's absolutely choked out -- gods, did Alex really think she was less sexy in his t-shirt and a pair of adorable, satin pink panties?]
Um, it's okay. I mean, it's not, I don't know how you think anyone would ever be ready for you like this, either?
[but the corner of his mouth is twitching; it makes a giddy feeling rise insanely in his chest, seeing her in his clothing, still. while his hands (and other parts of his body) really want to stray to satin and see how soft the material is under his fingertips (and maybe not just the material), that would probably be Too Much. yeah it would definitely be Too Much, his face is hot enough, just seeing her like this, t-shirt barely covering her lap, legs on either side of his. he settles for tucking his arms comfortably around her waist, letting his eyes linger over her bare thighs and the pink fabric peeking at the sides of her hips. his hand (still a little shaky, honestly) gently slips beneath the back of her (his) t-shirt, seeking the same smooth skin he touched before]
Gods. You're so beautiful, Alex...
[it's an almost distracted mumble, as his nerves spike and settle, with the proximity of her both teasing and comforting, like this. she could rip him apart or break his heart in an instant, and instead she's patient and loving and in her underwear, for him]
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she likes the height she has on him right now, too, being able to duck her head to kiss him, feeling how hungry for her he is. when they part, she feels a little dazed and out of breath, and when she feels lips and teeth against her collarbone, she sips in a shocked little breath, freeing her hands so they can curl instead in blond hair to gently keep him there. ]
And here-- [ one hand slides back down his nape, the heel of her palm stroking down the top of his spine. ] And here I was afraid I was moving too fast for you. [ she shifts her thigh, hitches it right up against the juncture of his own, feeling him hardening. it sends a peculiar little thrill up her spine, heat in the pit of her belly. ]
Mm, don't you already know? [ her lips graze his ear, teeth catching the curve. ] All you have to do is smile at me sometimes. I've never cared about or trusted anyone the way I do you, and you have no idea-- no idea how good you are, how easy it is to love you. [ she breathes a laugh. ] And gods, you're so hot it's no wonder half the Meadows is a little in love with you.
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[but he can't concentrate for too long on that (doesn't maintain that boldness), with the lean muscle of her thigh suddenly very much up between his own. okay, okay, whatever was happening before -- glancing touches, Magnus abstractly hoping Alex didn't quite realise or at least mind, maybe, how turned on he was getting -- is decidedly progressing in a direction. a punched-out moan escapes him, half-bitten off against her shoulder, and his whole body floods with tension after it; he stills absolutely, thinking, shit, fuck, and other fun exclamatory words]
[falling silent, he buries his nose against her neck, listens with a rabbit-fast heart to her amazing voice say things he frankly never thought he'd hear, much less from her. he has her care and her trust and her love and it all means so much to him, more than anything in the nine realms. he even has her eye, though he knows less what to do with that than a hole in the head, maybe. it doesn't mean he's not hungry for her, like she already knows (can feel against her thigh); it just means his eyes are nervous and his touch shaky and unsure again]
[quietly, after leaning up to taste that breathy laugh of hers, trying to center himself on the thrillingly familiar;]
I want, to be good. Just for you.
[it is a little fast for him, and his nerves are overtaking him without his consent. he feels overheated in his cotton shirt, and a bit panicked, and he wants to move his hips away and against that perfectly shaped thigh all at once]
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she softens her kiss, starts to gentle her touches, stroking a palm up and down his back to help calm him. ] You're always good for me. You don't even have to try. [ she brushes her nose against his, brushing a kiss across his mouth, then the curve of his cheekbone, her thigh shifting carefully back down. ] --Need some space? [ she pushes his hair back from his face, then gently turns him, urging him back toward his sleeping bag. ]
Sit down, okay? [ she cups his face for another lingering kiss, smiling into it. ] .. Take a few breaths. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for.
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[but any stuttered explanation or apology trails off, lost to the soft kiss of her mouth and the soothing touch at his back. he doesn't know why he's this way -- painfully taut inside and raw at the touch of others, even the ones he loves and trusts most, too many nerves sparking -- but in this moment it makes him frustrated, and ashamed. he's considered it a personal victory that he's able to hug his friends, a little more often now; but the stuff with Alex is so far beyond that. he wants her touch so desperately, to smooth all his frayed wires back into the right place. that's how he feels, when she kisses him -- right, like he's never been scrambled up in the first place. just a regular person (a regular, dead, immortal, demigod person, fine, but whatever)]
[maybe he should feel weird and broken, but the way Alex carefully kisses him all over his face, the affection in that nickname that has absolutely stopped being ironic, how she smiles and tells him you're always good for me, don't let that doubt creep in. he goes as she urges, sitting down on his sleeping bag, a little hard (and, er, a little hard)]
[he breathes in a few times, and feels better that -- however intense he'd felt, the moment he's separated from her, he doesn't want to be. he wants Alex near him, always, and it was just going to be a matter of... taking things slow. he nevertheless blushes at the suggestion of what they might do, what he's ready for. his eyes rake over her long legs, the way the red fabric clings to her hips, how one side of the dress is tugged a little cute and lopsided from the press of their bodies]
...I don't think I was ready for that dress.
[it's probably a joke, to ease his own tension. probably. he holds his hand out for her to join him, eyebrows knitting in a vague anxiety not at her, but that she'll still come to him. that he hasn't scared her off, being unready, like he always is]
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she crosses to him, then, sinking down astride his thighs-- keeping them in contact, but leaving enough distance between their torsos that magnus can take his time, can feel a little less overwhelmed.
she slides her hands over his shoulders, gently cupping the sides of his neck as she leans back in for another soft kiss. ] --Is this okay? Not too much? Should I put on pants?
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[it's his true feelings, even if it's absolutely choked out -- gods, did Alex really think she was less sexy in his t-shirt and a pair of adorable, satin pink panties?]
Um, it's okay. I mean, it's not, I don't know how you think anyone would ever be ready for you like this, either?
[but the corner of his mouth is twitching; it makes a giddy feeling rise insanely in his chest, seeing her in his clothing, still. while his hands (and other parts of his body) really want to stray to satin and see how soft the material is under his fingertips (and maybe not just the material), that would probably be Too Much. yeah it would definitely be Too Much, his face is hot enough, just seeing her like this, t-shirt barely covering her lap, legs on either side of his. he settles for tucking his arms comfortably around her waist, letting his eyes linger over her bare thighs and the pink fabric peeking at the sides of her hips. his hand (still a little shaky, honestly) gently slips beneath the back of her (his) t-shirt, seeking the same smooth skin he touched before]
Gods. You're so beautiful, Alex...
[it's an almost distracted mumble, as his nerves spike and settle, with the proximity of her both teasing and comforting, like this. she could rip him apart or break his heart in an instant, and instead she's patient and loving and in her underwear, for him]