A Diva Down in the Dumps

[Weonna]

That kiss was too nice. Way too soft. It was messing with her composure, and Rianne hated losing control of even a single moment. She needed to shift gears, to stop being the gentle comforter and get back to being the woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Pulling her face away from his, she let a wicked smirk spread across her lips. She didn't move off him, though. Instead, she shifted her weight, letting her legs rest on either side of his waist. She hovered there for a second, staring down at him with bright blue eyes, and then she slowly lowered herself.

She didn't sit down. She pressed down.

The friction was immediate. She ground her arse cheeks against the hard ridge of his bulge, feeling the damp heat of her own excitement rubbing against the fabric of their gear. She let out a breathless little laugh, tilting her hips to grind against him harder, deliberately teasing him.

"Look at you,"

she panted softly, her voice dropping an octave as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.

"You're all hard and ready, aren't you, you prat? Tell me... are you liking this 'terrible fate' of mine, or are you actually begging for it?"

She gave him another deliberate grind, sitting back on him a little more firmly, enjoying the way his fingers tightened on her hips. She wasn't playing games anymore. Tonight, she was going to take exactly what she wanted.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino - or perhaps better Drake now - wasn't sure where things were going. Just that he liked it. This was a side of Rianne that seemed more natural, more true to the girl behind closed doors. Maybe closer to her heart, to someone who yearned for an actual connection. Less the defensive prickliness and performance to cameras, for opponents. Just someone who wanted to be seen, appreciated, desired for more than the stage-diva. It's something he could relate to, in his own way. Maybe that was a part of the complexity of being a model. People idolize you, even idealize you, but they don't really know you. You're a commodity. Something easily replaced the moment you lose your edge.

The kiss ends, and Drake's eyes focus on her face again. His hands travel along her legs, down to the bare thighs appreciatively to pause as she adjusts herself. Then, suddenly, she's pressing downwards in a forceful, deliberate way that causes his eyes to widen and take a sudden breath. Everything tightens a little more, and she would undoubtedly feel it. "Nh.."

Then another grind, and his eyes drift shut briefly. His hips push upwards, seeking that sweet spot between her thighs again, but she remains in control. Every point of friction, every grind, it causes everything to tense a little further. When she sits back down again, his hands immediately move to her hips. It takes considerable willpower to not try to seize control and slide her to exactly where he wants her, having to remind himself...

"Tonight's.. about you..," he says, opening his eyes again to look up at her. "..I can take this 'terrible fate' of yours every.. single night.. you'n me.. my place.. or your place.." The hands lift a little higher, his palms finding the warm skin of her waist. "..but I wanna see you.. take what you want.."

[Weonna]

His words did something to her...it fired her up in a way that made her blood hum with heat. She wasn't about to disappoint him, not when he was finally giving her the green light to be exactly what she wanted to be.

"Right then,"

she muttered, sliding her legs off him to sit up fully on the edge of the couch. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her gear bottoms and peeled them down, tossing them aside carelessly onto the floor. She couldn't help a smirk as she looked down at him, still pinned beneath her, his eyes fixed on her with that quiet intensity.

She reached down, her fingers trembling just a fraction as she hooked into his trunks.

"You're taking your time, aren't you? You bloody sod."

With a decisive tug, she pulled them down, freeing him completely. She shifted her position, hovering over him, her hips aligned perfectly. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, before she began to lower herself.

It was slow. agonizingly slow. She gasped as she started to take him in, her eyes squeezing shut and her head falling back slightly. The stretch was intense, a delicious fullness that made her insides flutter.

"Oh!~... fuck...!"

she breathed out, a long, shuddering moan escaping her lips as she sank down further, taking him inch by inch. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard, her nails digging into his skin.

"Fucksake... you're huge..."

She stilled for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, before she let out a soft, breathless laugh.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Letting me do all the work~"