Set It On Fire [closed/ Nic&Dami 8/24 late eve]

Damiana had one of her lighter "little dresses" on. Which was, in fact, an indigo satin slip dress. Her feet were bare. She'd flown from her home here. Tallest building in Athens. And no one went there anymore. She had her music, ear buds in her ears, music blaring. The song was one sharing the title. A blanket was spread beneath her, a pillow under her head.

Her dark hair was loose, wild, entirely untamed. For once, Dami was entirely relaxed. Her eyes were closed. She was in her own little world, drifting.

and as she drifted, she felt something nip her neck. a light, familliar feeling. but as she goes to look, nothing, noone is there.

This game was familiar. And fun, in it's way. She let herself go back to drifting. She knew the feel of Nic the way she knew her own energies. She was safe, even if she was in for it.

the next feeling was at her ear, then settling lightly on her lips, almost teasingly and fading again.

She knew the rules, and so, sat still. But she as perfectly able to make noise. A little whimper is caught back in her throat as he nips her ear, a soft good sigh passed her lips when he kisses her. Her hands ball in the blanket beneath her.

once more a bite met her neck. a light touch sends a shiver up her sides. the bite digs, and draws alittle blood, before a lick and once more fading

She arched into the touch, the teeth in her neck, whimpering, then crying out for him softly. Nic was the only one she'd ever let do this to her, and he knew it. She folloed the rules for him. At least in this sort of situation.

he laughed lightly. not much, enough that you could question if you heared anything at all. she feels a light brush down her body, from her lips, down her chest and stumach, and fading once more, just as it passes her waist

Dami is sharp sensed and tuned into sounds like that. It wasn't as if she didn't know it was her twin. Her body flowed with the stroke over it, with a breath, a bare whimper. Obvious signs of what he's doing have begun to appear. Hardened peaks eren't precisely hidden by satin.

the invisible hands made their path back upward when they reached her lips, they faded. she could feel his warmth against her, lips, once more brushing hers. then the warmth was gone, faded once more.

She shivered, trembling beneath his hands. She wasn't cold. This was something else. He knew what it was. She gave a soft sigh, a sound. It asn't a whine. Not yet.

shes always hard to crack.
another light laugh, then a hand is felt on her leg, gently creeping up her thigh. and just as it brushes the point it led up to, it fades. a maddening tease

Her leg had bent to open more for that caress, and he knew precisely how to play her nerves. She gave a quiet moan, but gritted her teeth against begging, pleading or anything of the sort. Yep, always tough. But well worth the work. She certainly was a sight to see. She looked like an absolute wanton.

he smiled, supressing a full on laugh, though she could practicly hear this smile itself. what next, what next?... a gental rub, the lightest touch, his warmth once more upon her... and gone away.

Her body arches higher, and his fingers come away damp. She gives a strangled little sound, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip, tugging it into her mouth. Her body twists, legs opening further. She's refusing to let her mouth make a sound.