weaponwithoutpurpose

weaponwithoutpurpose

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"Alright."

He ties the cloth around her face, knotting it firmly but not too tight at the back.

"Okay." He presses a kiss to her shoulder, thoughtful, before moving away and shuffling through a drawer. He turns on his music, low and country and hums to it.

"Take off the pants. Just those," he says from behind her.

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handleyourshit

Rosita closes her eyes under the blindfold, and feels her mind's focus adjust accordingly. It's familiar: she's a scout, used to moving through dark buildings and terrain when necessary, among other things. She tips her head, curious, when she hears him moving and then smiles when she hears the music.

"Shall I make a show of it?" she asks, leaning back to work the button and zipper, standing to slide her jeans down slowly off her hips. Her underwear, as usual, is more functional than anything, soft black cotton boyshorts.

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"You already are, don't worry," he says, gentle laughter in his voice.

When she settles, he contemplates her a moment. "Bra next. You can make that one a show, though."

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handleyourshit

"This is the wrong bra for a proper show," she answers, teasing, feeling her pulse pick up a bit involuntarily. She'd had no idea which direction Jacob might take things given the opportunity, so she's a little surprised.

Only a little, though. She slips first one arm, then the other out of the straps of her sports bra, moving slowly and smoothly. It lets her pull one side up with one hand, covering her breasts with the other as she slides it off, careful not to dislodge the blindfold and twirling it a few playful times with her finger before she holds it out to him.

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weaponwithoutpurpose

He doesnt take it from her directly. Instead, he stands and ghosts his fingers along her shoulders, down her arm and slides it out of her hand. He never touches her intentionally, just lets her know where he was.

"And now the rest," he mutters, leaning close, almost like he's going to kiss her, but stopping himself. He hums along with the song still, sitting back on the bed again.

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handleyourshit

It doesn't matter that he doesn't touch her. Her skin goosepimples in the cooler air, and she shivers when the bra is pulled from her hand. She tilts her head towards his breath, waiting for the kiss, considering kissing him instead in open defiance.

She isn't a shy woman. If this had been any other night, progressing in a normal fashion, she wouldn't think twice about stripping down completely naked. But he had the right of it: there's trust involved in being exposed for him to look over at his leisure, and she almost hesitates.

She does it though. She slips her underwear off, flicks it off to a side with her foot instead of anything cheekily, and stays standing thos time.

"We locked the door, right?" she jokes, uncharacteristically self conscious.

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"Locks better than any empty cabin," he assures her, but he's noticing the difference in her now. "Hey. I got you. Thank you for trusting me this long."

He finally slides up next to her, his arm around her tightly, and presses a kiss to her cheek. He's in just his boxers now, having shucked off his pants while she was undressing. He quickly slides the blindfold off of her.

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handleyourshit

"I know."

He gets that much for free, but then he's there next to her, holding onto her, and she reaches up to cover his arm with hers. When she feels him messing with the blindfold, she reaches up and puts her hand over it, covering her own eyes with the fabric still trapped in between.

"I didn't say red yet. I'm okay."

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weaponwithoutpurpose

He lets it go. "Okay." Trust can go both ways.

So he brings her close in a kiss instead. "Tell me something you've thought about doing with me. Or me and Astarion," he mutters, his hand tracing along her hip.

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handleyourshit

She breathes through the kiss, and leans her shoulders back into his chest.

"We have a lot of combinations open to us now with three of us," she hums softly. Thoughtfully.

"You and I could share him. Or us, you. Get you up against a wall, trapped between a hard place and us -"

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"Nah, that's not what I asked," he says, but it's playful. Teasing. He's keeping the mood light, even as he traces the shape of her hip, leaning down to press his fingers against her inner thigh. He kisses her jaw a little. "What do you think about? What fantasies go through your head?"

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handleyourshit

"No?" she chuckles, only for her breath to catch when his fingers brush the softer skin of her thigh.

She tips her head, giving him a better angle where his mouth is playing.

"You don't think I think about that? What fantasies do you want?"

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"I do think that. But - I want details," he laughs, his breath warm against her jaw before he sucks a red mark against her skin. He keeps his hand against her thigh, even as he breaks away, pulls back. "Two steps back is the bed," he mutters. "Sit there, hm?"

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handleyourshit

She shivers, imagining the way he's smiling, tracking him as he steps away from her, focusing on where he's still touching her.

She resists the urge to reach back for him, instead taking one step, and then another, until her calves brush the blankets and she sits as she's bidden.

"I'm a simple girl, querido. The kinds of things I daydream about that have details are boring."

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"What's that one?" he wonders with a smile she can't see but might hear. He's - at ease here with her. Confident in himself and his movements. Confident in her.

"Doesn't sound like a curse, so it must be something nice."

When she sits, he slides in behind her, his legs to either side, pulling her back against his chest. He's better able to touch her now that they're sitting, and he uses one hand to guide her thighs apart.

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handleyourshit

Her lips curve, playful, when she answers: "Darling. Or sweetheart."

She stays tense only because his weight moves the bed in ways she's not able to predict, but she relaxes again when he pulls her against him. She tips her head back onto his shoulder, and lets her knees fall further apart, aware of the warmth and weight of his hand on her like a firebrand. She smooths her hands up his thighs since he hasn't forbidden her from doing so.

"This could make it into a daydream," she murmurs.

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weaponwithoutpurpose

He didn't forbid her for a reason; he's quite enjoying letting her have her hands. His own drift up on the inside of her thighs, but he stops just short as he laughs. "I like that," he admits. It gives him the same warmth, the same small thrill, as when Astarion uses his name.

"And you and I have the same daydreams." His beard brushes against her shoulder as he takes her hand. "Show me how to touch you. Show me how you like it."

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handleyourshit

"You do alright on your own," she answers, arching her back a bit to press her shoulders more firmly back against him, to cant her hips to a better angle.

But he takes her hand and says that, and she hums thoughtfully.

"Gently," she tells him, and interfaces their fingers to drag them up between her legs, pressing firmly but just passing over top for now.

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weaponwithoutpurpose

He presses kisses, teeth soft against her skin, near her shoulder and nods. "Gentle," he repeats, because he is good at following directions.

He shifts a bit himself, too, already more affected than he was before by her. His skin is flushed, and he's glad of her blindfold to hide it. He curls his hand lightly around hers as she moves close, a whisper of a touch, the warmth of her brushing against his fingers.

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handleyourshit

"That's it," she murmurs, adjusting the slide of their hands to be more precise, to press just a bit harder at the top, dip their fingers just a bit deeper at the bottom.

"Nice and slow," she coaches, her hips grinding a bit forward, pulling her lip between her teeth.

"Just like that."

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weaponwithoutpurpose

He curls his fingers at the bottom, letting out a breath. She's soft and warm and enticing, and he presses a desperate sort of kiss to her back. "Slow," he repeats, and he's in no hurry to rush her through this. His other hand still curls around her, tightening against her stomach to hold her back against him. "How's that?"

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handleyourshit

As they set up a rhythm w8th their hands, Rosita's hips begin to roll to match. Small at first, but more pronounced as her arousal builds, as their fingers begin to encounter not just warmth but wetness, too, to ease the way.

She moans soft approval, leaning back against him with her entire weight now, sucking in a sharp breath at the warmth of his mouth, the scratch of his beard at her back.

"So fucking good," she groans, her other hand reaching up behind her for him. "Harder now. Just a bit -"

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weaponwithoutpurpose

He can feel her arousal there, enticing and warm, and he can feel his own body reacting in turn. So close, he knows she'll feel it too.

"God, you're so good," he mutters as he accepts her weight against him. He looses his arm around her just enough to gently caress her breast, flicking his thumb against a nipple.

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handleyourshit

She does feel him, and it makes her smile; makes her laugh, softly, pleased at the mental image she has to draw since she can't simply look down, at the attention to her breasts.

It means she can feel where their skin slides together through the light sheen of sweat, her hand up by his neck and shoulder feeling his muscles work to hold her in place and follow her lead when she switches from back and forth strokes to circular attention centered on her clit.

"I can be better," she breathes, turning her head and breathing him in, her voice low and husky with want.

"Is this what you want from me? All that you want?"

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weaponwithoutpurpose

"Right now? Yeah. Move your hand; I think I can figure it out on my own. Put it on the bed and leave it there," he murmurs against her skin, dipping a finger inside of her once before returning his attention to her clit.

"This is all I want from you. Just enjoy it." As much as he wants to fuck her, he wants even more to make her come just like this. In his arms, right against him, blindfolded and bare.