spirit_touched | Lost in the Gardens

She didn't know what it was, a sharp pulse in the air that took her breath away. Tim, her boss, told her to drop what she was doing and go look, a strange knowing in the shamans eyes. Distrustful of that expression, Ana was reluctant but went anyway, gathering her back and her magically charged coat.

Prepared and protected, the coat like armour to most things, Ana latched on to the residual touch of magic in the air and followed it to it's source, quickly finding herself in the Gardens of her city. Following the main path, and cutting across a neat green lawn to the gathering of figs close to the university, Ana slowed as she felt herself get close. Reaching for her personal wards and readying them, she peered into the shadows. Someone was there. Someone vibrant, their aural signiture like a brilliant band of colour.

What were they?

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He offers his hand to her, if she takes if he'll pull her closer, lift her effortlessly against him, up so she can be kissed properly and wrap her legs around him.

'Where?'

She takes it and kisses him back with a sigh, opening to him.

"Floor, couch at the wall. Anywhere." She says, fingers finding their way into his hair, finger trips rubbing at his scalp

He decides on the floor, it's soft enough for now, and they can always move. There's more room, here. He lays her down, leaning over her before he kisses along her throat, slowly down to her collarbone, taking his time to tease, please.

Ana closes her eyes and lets herself feel, feeling the magic that she could now identify as Torins. Aware of it, she could be sure it held no sway over her mind. Mingled with him was another presence. Cernunnos, a wild hum which explained her reaction to Torin.

Her fingers played with Torin's hair, stroking through it to brush against his brow, strangely tender for someone so unfamiliar.

His fingers made short work of finding their way up her skirt, tracing along her thighs lightly, teasingly, nipping and nipping and kissing, teasing Ana's throat with a skilled mouth till his hand found fabric, and his lips, too, when he moved her shirt aside a little to tease at her breast. he stopped, if only to work out how to best gain access, curious, yet unsure for the first time in a long, long time.

She was content to let him work, softly sighing as she shifted beneath him. When he paused Ana had to blink at the ceiling for a moment before it clicked. Giving Torin a small smile she arched her back and reached behind her. A quick fiddle and she could pull the straps of her bra down her arms and then the whole garment out of her shirt.

"Tadaaa."

'I don't know what that is, but it likes to get in the way...' the underwear, at least, he worked out on his own and pulled away from her skin, fingers tracing her folds, thumb teasing her clit as he worked out if she was wet enough to sink his fingers into, lips teasing at her nipple, rolling the delicate flesh with his tongue.

Ana giggled gently. "It's called bra..." Her breath hitches as his fingers find their way to touch her. She was wet, wet enough for fingers at least. Her back arched, pressing her chest up towards him, fingers tangling in his hair.

Oh he was good.

There was no real worry about anything else, yet, he hadn't touched his own clothes, only hers, and so, gently, he rocks one finger inside of her, then two, a muffled groan against her breast as his fingers rocked still, sunk into her with every stroke.

She groaned, head falling back against the rug as his fingers moved inside of her. "Yes." She breathed the word, eyes closing. This was just what she needed.

His fingers scissored and teased, then he added a third, fingers moving in tandom with his mouth at her breast, every nip, every time he sucked or rolled or just teased her breast, moved in time with his fingers fucking her.

Ana's hips started to roll, rocking back against his hand. She lets out a breathless moan as his fingers work and stretch her.

"Ffffuck."

There was the smallest of smirks on his lips when she moaned, swore, and his lips worked down further, ghosted over her clothes until they found her rumpled skirt at her waist, nibbled along her hip, slowly making a trail inward, first to nibble on her thighs, but soon to find his fingers, his thumb still teasing her clit.

She moaned again, still moving with him. When his mouth joined his fingers she let out a surprised yelp that moved into begging mewl. It was good, it was so good.

Torin knew what he was doing, even though she was new, he could feel when things pleased her as well as he could hear her moans. While his fingers kept moving, his mouth quickly replaced his thumb, sucking and swirling over her clit, very slightly teasing with his teeth, just a little, a sharp spike amongst gentle caresses, fingers going faster, curling inside of her, seeking.

Ana mewled again, hips jerking against him. His fingers working inside of her brushed against the right spot and she yelped, back arching as her orgasm swept through her like fire.

His fingers slowed, and his head moved slightly, so that he might watch her, watch the pleasure shoot through her, watch for signs she'd had too much, before he bowed his head again to see if he could drag another out of her.

It was only a small one, hard and fast and Ana started to come back down when he started up again, drawing out a whine. It wouldn't take long for her to come again, a few more strokes, a firm suck on her clit and she'd be like putty in his hands.

His mouth sealed over her clit, sucking and teasing, a low hum, part magic, part tune vibrating from his tongue to her tender bundle of nerves. His fingers curled inside of her again, rocking, teasing, patient and knowing.

It hit her harder this time, knocking the breath from her lungs. Ana arched silently, mouth open as if to scream before she slumped back down with a quiet whimper.

"Fuck."

This time, when she's come he does lean up move, to watch her, to kiss along her collarbone lazily, to wait for her to calm.

She humms, trembling hands lifting to touching him, to bring his face up to hers for a kiss. "You..." she opened to eyes, meeting his gaze.

"You're very good."

He smiles, shrugs slightly. 'Tis not so hard once you know what a lady likes, and you like.' he kissed her softly, still smiling, licked his lips after a moment, licking the taste of her wetness off his lips.

"I like a lot." she kissed back, mouth opening to his. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and down his back, feeling his warmth through the cloth of his shirt.

The change of position, with him hovering over her instead of far removed caused the press of his hard cock through his trousers to press where he hadn't lifted himself far enough from the ground. From her.