Siren would absolutely take it. She wasn't ready to leave him yet. Maybe they could get dressed and pray their timing wasn't so bad that Blaze would show up between them exiting the sheets and putting their clothes on.
In a rush, Siren rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed Quill's clothes. She placed them by his side and reached for hers. Surely their luck wouldn't be so bad that her roommate would show up in their most exposed state.
Oh good, she liked that idea. Besides, he'd love to see more of her. He hopped up to his feet and pulled on his boxers, fishing for his jeans and pulling them on. "Ah... word of warning, I haven't really cleaned up much. I wasn't expecting company. Especially not, well, you," he said, buttoning up and zipping up.
Siren was sure she'd seen worse. Things strewn about? Better than rocks and water.
"It will be okay," she assured him as she pulled up her skirt and draped her blouse over her head, pulling her arms through the sleeves as if it was a skill of hers. To save Blaze a little bit of embarrassment, she kicked her bra and panties under her bed. She doubted she'd need them that night.
Don't think Quill didn't notice her kick her underwear out of sight. He made sure to remember that. Don't get distracted, man. He pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up. "It's just down the hall," he told her. "C'mon. I'll lead the way." He offered Siren his hand, and when she took it, he led the way down the hall. Fortunately his dorm was not a long walk, seeing as they lived in the same house.
Quill unlocked the door and opened it to let her in. His room was a lot more modest than Siren's. He didn't have a lot of personal things, and seemed to live minimally. But he had clothes strewn about, and on one table he had a half-eaten pizza still in its box. It was a bit messy, but it was home. And he sure hoped Siren didn't mind the decor.
To think this was what Quill what was worried about. Everything that had his signature on it, whether it was clutter or whatnot, she thought it was endearing. She squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek.
"It's lovely, don't worry."
She still felt the need to cuddle with him more. She eyed the closest bed to both of them.
"Is this one yours?" she asked with a flick of her hand in its direction.
"Next time I'll tidy up before you come," he said with a small sheepish chuckle. Squeezing her hand, he followed her gaze towards the bed she indicated. "Yeah, that's mine," he said. He hurried over to it and smoothed out the sheets, making it up a bit and fluffing pillows. If he was going to spend the night in it with Siren, he wanted it to be comfortable.
Siren was touched that he was so concerned about appearances. It honestly didn't matter to her as long as they were together. Still, his efforts weren't lost on her. Once he was done tidying as much as he felt was necessary, she plopped down on the bed and raised her welcoming arms to him, inviting him to come and cuddle.
Quill stopped himself from continuing on. He didn't need to stress over it. She didn't care. Taking a deep breath and convincing himself he wasn't disrespecting her by inviting her to a messy room, Quill sat down next to her on the bed and slid his arms around her to hug her to him. "Thanks, Siren... I'm not exactly used to having, well, any company over." He rested his forehead against hers and just relaxed in her arms like that. He had all sorts of things he wanted to do with her, but right now this was nice.
"Nor am I," she admitted without shame. "But the state of our rooms doesn't matter as long as we are together, does it?"
She kept her forehead pressed against his and curled her arms under his. It was the best way, she felt, to pull him as close to her as she could. She still couldn't get over how much she wanted to be close to him after all the things they'd done with—they'ed learned about—each other.
"No, I suppose it doesn't," he agreed with a smile. "I can't believe how lucky I am that we're together, you know." He rested his forehead against hers and embraced her tightly. It felt so right to hold her close like this... Could you get addicted to hugging another person? "I thought for sure I'd feel so much more tired than I am... But I feel so alive."
"I don't think anyone's ever asked me that before," Quill said, returning the gesture and sliding his hands up the back of her shirt to stroke her back softly. "I mean... It's not something I really have a choice in, right? It's just... genetics. This is just what I am. I don't have any regrets, really... I'm comfortable with myself."
It was just as satisfying to her curiosity as she could have hoped for. Whether he had answers or not. It's not like she'd had a choice in the matter of her typing either. If it came down to it, naturally, he would have no power in what he would become. Still, she loved him as he was. She just made a mental note to herself to not hurt him inadvertently.
"I understand." She rested her cheek against his chest and sighed contentedly. "I guess..." She hope this didn't offend him somehow. Sincerely. "...I will worry about you."
"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine," he reassured her. He held her head against his chest and slid his arm around her to hold her tightly. "It'll take a lot to hurt me. I'm too stubborn," he joked.
He was joking again. Siren felt like she should tap into her humorous side. She enjoyed their closeness and responded in the most jesting tone she could.
"Your stubbornness can deflect an Ice Beam?" she asked with a smirk on her face. Not that he could see it, but she had one anyway.
"Heh! Probably not. But I'd get right back up again!" he suggested, stroking her hair softly. "I've always been one to pick fights against stronger opponents. You learn to adapt quickly. So don't worry, I'll be fine."
He slid his hand around from her back, and lifted it up her shirt, releasing the buttons of her blouse as he went. "Besides. Your typing is not the thing that's most super effective against me," he informed her.
He had such a way with words. It was another thing that put her at ease. She was aware he wasn't afraid of her. Without hesitation, she let him undo her blouse while she slid her hand up his chest, beneath his shirt. Her gestures indicated she'd like him to take it off, but she wouldn't dare force him to. She'd once again felt too forceful, too vulnerable. But she didn't mind him exposing her again. They had been close enough already. There was nothing left to hide.
"And what is?" she asked curiously and, she hoped, not too awkwardly. It wasn't another Flying type, was it? Did he possibly have feelings for someone who DID have another Super Effective advantage over him?
Quill unbuttoned her shirt and lifted his hands to slide it off of her shoulders, discarding it to the floor next to his bed. He grabbed on to his own shirt and pulled it up and over his head for her, dropping it to the side. He wouldn't be needing that again for a while. He stroked her cheek and smiled at her. "Your smile," he told her. "I just can't resist you."
Siren felt like she didn't have to respond to his reaction. She leaned in and kissed him again, passion as raw as it ever was. Without the fear of a familiar roommate coming in and ruining their mood, she reached down and began unbuttoning his pants, hungry for another go. At this point, she didn't care. She loved him. He loved her. There was no end to how much she expressed that love.
"Nor I you," she muttered between kisses. Why, she wondered, did he make her feel so uninhibited? To quote her song, she whispered: " ♪ I need your love...♪ "
Quill noticed her confidence back in full force, and he couldn't blame her. He loved it. And her eagerness was matched only by his own. He lifted his hips to help her pull his pants and underwear down, and responded in kind by gripping her skirt and pulling it down her legs. He needed it again. It was simple as that.
"I need yours too," he whispered right back, kissing her deeply and embracing her tightly.
Siren wondered if this was what heaven was like. She was with her true love and they were expressing it in the best way possible. She helped him to remove the last remnants of clothing she had and kicked it off the bed as she had in her own dorm. Clothes were useless with what they were intending to do to each other.
Still inspired, again, she kissed him with hungering desire and pulled away only to whisper more singing, " ♪ Arceusspeed your love... ♪ " She kissed him hard, ensuring he knew how much she wanted him. "...♪ to me. ♪"
Quill sat on his bed as Siren kissed him, then pulled away to sing for him again. She'd found a perfect recipe for inspiring him to desire. He didn't need to wait any longer now. Wrapping his arm around her middle, Quill pulled Siren into his lap, helping to guide her legs to either side of him. With a firm, fiery kiss, and a pull of her hips down over him, they began round four of their passionate lovemaking, with Quill eagerly bouncing Siren in his lap.
Siren was enjoying every moment of it. It was as if they'd become one person, one entity, if only for that period of time. She tried to hold back her cries of ecstasy when she climaxed, but as usual, she was unable. Hopefully, for her, no one nearby heard her cry her lover's name over and over and over.
But she hadn't heard him react. Should she keep going, she wondered? She searched his face for an expression that indicated that she should continue her motions.
Quill's pleasure was more subdued, but it was there. Grunts of pleasure and need, needy grip, gritting his teeth against the pleasure, face flush... It was all there to see. And when he finally finished, it was with a loud, satisfied moan of pleasure, clinging to her for support.
In the end, they collapsed to the bed together, Quill flopping back with Siren lying on top of him to catch his breath. This was incredible. His muscles were aching and screaming. But he ignored them for now. "Aaah... Wow..."
Wow, indeed. Siren was again perspiring as she doesn't normally do, and breathing heavily. She lay over Quill, entirely satisfied in every sense of the word, and exhaled contentedly. This might just be the best day of her life.
"Are you all right?" It was an odd thing to worry about, but still, she wanted to make sure he was okay. It was a VERY intimate and tiring experience, after all.
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Date: 2020-03-04 03:35 am (UTC)In a rush, Siren rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed Quill's clothes. She placed them by his side and reached for hers. Surely their luck wouldn't be so bad that her roommate would show up in their most exposed state.
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Date: 2020-03-04 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 03:57 am (UTC)"It will be okay," she assured him as she pulled up her skirt and draped her blouse over her head, pulling her arms through the sleeves as if it was a skill of hers. To save Blaze a little bit of embarrassment, she kicked her bra and panties under her bed. She doubted she'd need them that night.
"Where is your dorm again?"
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Date: 2020-03-04 04:15 am (UTC)Quill unlocked the door and opened it to let her in. His room was a lot more modest than Siren's. He didn't have a lot of personal things, and seemed to live minimally. But he had clothes strewn about, and on one table he had a half-eaten pizza still in its box. It was a bit messy, but it was home. And he sure hoped Siren didn't mind the decor.
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Date: 2020-03-04 04:20 am (UTC)"It's lovely, don't worry."
She still felt the need to cuddle with him more. She eyed the closest bed to both of them.
"Is this one yours?" she asked with a flick of her hand in its direction.
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Date: 2020-03-04 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 04:45 am (UTC)And do, well, maybe more.
"It's wonderful, Quill. Don't worry."
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Date: 2020-03-04 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 04:56 am (UTC)She kept her forehead pressed against his and curled her arms under his. It was the best way, she felt, to pull him as close to her as she could. She still couldn't get over how much she wanted to be close to him after all the things they'd done with—they'ed learned about—each other.
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Date: 2020-03-04 04:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 05:13 am (UTC)"I feel the same way. I don't want the night to end."
She ran her hands up his shirt and stroked his back.
"Tell me," she asked, suddenly curious. "Why did you give up being Flying type like I am in place of being Ghost?"
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Date: 2020-03-04 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 05:44 am (UTC)"I understand." She rested her cheek against his chest and sighed contentedly. "I guess..." She hope this didn't offend him somehow. Sincerely. "...I will worry about you."
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Date: 2020-03-04 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 05:58 am (UTC)"Your stubbornness can deflect an Ice Beam?" she asked with a smirk on her face. Not that he could see it, but she had one anyway.
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:04 am (UTC)He slid his hand around from her back, and lifted it up her shirt, releasing the buttons of her blouse as he went. "Besides. Your typing is not the thing that's most super effective against me," he informed her.
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:13 am (UTC)"And what is?" she asked curiously and, she hoped, not too awkwardly. It wasn't another Flying type, was it? Did he possibly have feelings for someone who DID have another Super Effective advantage over him?
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 06:26 am (UTC)"Nor I you," she muttered between kisses. Why, she wondered, did he make her feel so uninhibited? To quote her song, she whispered: " ♪ I need your love...♪ "
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:32 am (UTC)"I need yours too," he whispered right back, kissing her deeply and embracing her tightly.
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:39 am (UTC)Still inspired, again, she kissed him with hungering desire and pulled away only to whisper more singing, " ♪ Arceusspeed your love... ♪ " She kissed him hard, ensuring he knew how much she wanted him. "...♪ to me. ♪"
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-04 06:57 am (UTC)But she hadn't heard him react. Should she keep going, she wondered? She searched his face for an expression that indicated that she should continue her motions.
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Date: 2020-03-04 06:59 am (UTC)In the end, they collapsed to the bed together, Quill flopping back with Siren lying on top of him to catch his breath. This was incredible. His muscles were aching and screaming. But he ignored them for now. "Aaah... Wow..."
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Date: 2020-03-04 07:06 am (UTC)"Are you all right?" It was an odd thing to worry about, but still, she wanted to make sure he was okay. It was a VERY intimate and tiring experience, after all.
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