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netflix and thrill pt. 2

Dinner's done, the movie's on. For once it's not tense. Needful Things is on. It's not good. Fifteen minutes in and they've gone from sitting together to sitting on top of each other to… whatever this is, Autumn staring at the screen but not really watching while she lies up against Aria. It almost feels like things are normal.

"Wow, this sucks. I can't believe I'm saying this but I like the book better." Aria won't remember, but its an inverse of her normal complaint about Stephen King. She clicks the remote and tilts her head all the way up to look at Aria, who appears upside down in her vision. "We could switch to Misery, or Pet Sem, or… not Needful Things?" She skips Silver Bullet, because no, definitely not.

This whole thing isn't just because Autumn is pent up, Aria is, too. But she's also kind of just been waiting for the opportunity. In her mind, this isn't really that big of a deal. If they've already seen each other, been with each other, and Aria just didn't remember it - wasn't it fair play to try and see if it triggered something? She didn't think it would, but worth a shot. She does laugh at Autumn's assessment of the movie, "Firestarter looks fun." Her hands are in Autumn's hair, playing absentmindedly, but it's a little too soft for what she wants -- so she shifts up and turns, legs facing the other end of the couch so Autumn sits snugly between her legs. One of her hands plays at her stomach, over the shirt. "I liked these?"

"Firestarter is fun." Autumn can't help but grumble out a little murmur of content as Aria kneads through her hair, her eyes opening as she moves to make way for Aria's shifting movements. Her head tilts to one side to make way for Aria's. "You liked the books more, it was like, one of our first talks." She smiles, thinking about it. "I wasn't a fan but you swung me around on him. I still think he makes better movies though."

Autumn runs her hand over Aria's where it rests on her belly. "Except this one." She tilts her head back the other way, resting it against hers. "S'okay though. Better things to look at."

"Flirt, aren't you?" She laughs, though, turning her head to inhale against Autumn's cheek and neck, her lips brushing slightly against the shell of her ear. "Turn the movie on, Autumn." Her voice is gentle, but as always since the memory loss, has an edge to it. This time, she forms that edge into a soft command. "I want to distract you from it, that's half the fun." She moves her hand a little lower, over the hem of her bottoms, then sliding over to her thigh, then back up to her belly.

She can't stop a laugh, because she's not good at flirting. But she's trying to be passable. The touch of Aria's lips against the side of her face and neck elicit another low murmur of sound and she tickles at the way her lips dance on the surface of her skin, flashes of the past playing at the surface of her own memories.

Then the friction of Aria's hand against her as it slides up and down distracts her enough that there's a space of time she forgets to actually unpause the movie, though she does manage. "You're teasing."

The sound encourages her, another throaty laugh, but this time punctuated by her pulling Autumn's earlobe between her teeth - a light nibble - before letting it go and turning her head towards the TV. She wonders if this was their normal before - or if it's something entirely new for them. "I am." The movie starts up again, and Aria's hand stills - for a few minutes before moving once again, this time to allowing her fingertips to drift underneath the hem of Autumn's sweats, sliding back and forth there to tickle the skin, then back up underneath her camisole along her rib cage. "It's more fun if you're soaked and squirming, no?"

"Ahff," she exhales again at the yank at her ear. It might have been a surprised sound at the pinch of pain, or pleasure, or both. "Nice."

The movie continues, in all its low budget cheese, and she even starts to watch it, but in the back of her mind she's thinking about Aria's texted threats and promises from earlier in the day, and the caress chases lightning across her skin, feeding warmth into the pit of her gut. Something in her stirs, something hungry, and she almost has to shake her head at the sensation that roils over her as Aria's hand strokes down, and then up, staggering her breath.

"Mm," Autumn catches the corner of her bottom lip under her canine. Her other hand, not beholden to a remote and resting on her stomach, rises up, searching for something to occupy it.

"Oh, you are gone already." Aria grins and uses her free hand to grab Autumn's - at first seeming like she might hold it, but instead brings it to her mouth. One kiss to the tip of her fingers, while her other hand continues its movements along Autumn's kiss. A lick along the length of her index finger, her tongue dipping between index and middle, while she dips her hands lower beneath the sweats -- a little lower than before, enough to swipe at warmth before pulling back up again. Then she pulls the finger into her mouth, then another, sucking on them as if she were fully trying to blow her -- Then lets go again, hand back up to her ribcage before starting the cycle anew. Her own pupils are blown - now realizing just how well she can smell the gathering warmth and slick between both of their thighs. "Did I tease you like this before?"

Autumn shakes her head slow in lazy protest of being gone anywhere. "No, m'watcing. The movie,"

The tickle at her belly is like sparks on kindling, creeping lower and lower. Aria's wetting her fingers in her mouth, lapping at her hand. It's surprising, but it's not unpleasant; the faint touch of teeth against the soft pads of her fingers or the tops of her knuckles are new sensations, snapped up by the animal at the bottom of her mind that's only just been bedded down to the weekend prior.

The sensation's a lot, and it travels from finger to chest and through the rest of her, and she feels herself growing needy. "Nno, not really."

She turns her face to look at Aria, look her face over; eye the shape of her cheeks, her dark eyes, her chin - visual treats to compliment the touch. "But maybe you should've."

This time when she starts the slow caressing once more, Aria slips her fingers down to the front of her underwear, just to test the reaction, then back up again - resting her hand without moving on her belly. "Maybe I should have." She repeats to herself, wondering what the reason was for not - what choices is she making now that she would have never done before? So far nothing's triggering any sort of memory, but she is enjoying this, regardless. She moves her hand again, traveling up below the cami, then to her breasts -- thumb swiping along a nipple as she does. "I bought the stuff, by the way." A pinch, and pull - then to the other nub, giving it the same treatment. "I don't know what you like, so I got options."

Autumn's hand, spit-slick, finds its way lower; brushing against Aria's on its way up as it slips into into her sweatpants again, playing gently at herself for a moment.

Moving into the press of Aria's hand, she takes in a suck of hungry ache and then exhales it. There's difference in Aria's tone and delivery at first; the way she talks, the candor of it; it's still her, but she doesn't know how to parse just how it's changed, how she's different; in this moment, when she's not searching for recognition or testing her memory, it's almost irrelevant. Aria wants this, and she wants this. They want this, and in that sits the unity Autumn's been so afraid was missing.

Aria's fingers - cool with undeath - play over her chest, graze tender nerves and elicit more soft groans, quiet as can be, like she's tempering herself. "I don't know what I like, we usually just… go at it."

"That's fun." She murmurs, pinching hard before sliding her hand down once more. "I'm gonna get you off here, ease off some of that tension, yeah? Then we'll go... look." The movie is fully forgotten now, and now that she's said her piece for the moment, she occupies her mouth elsewhere - jawline, neck, sucking and tenderly biting her skin purple and red over and over even as it starts to fade with wolfen healing. All pretense of teasing and letting things go on for long is forgotten now that she's noticed Autumn is touching herself, a flare of wanting and needing to be the one doing that rising up in her chest and swooping down low between her thighs. She moves Autumn's hand out of the way, plunging her own into her waistband, into underwear, pressing down into wet heat. The touch makes her groan, and she doesn't care so much about making this moment last anymore, slipping two fingers inside. "Oh, poor thing. So worked up." Curl of her fingers, pressing up into a ridged, spongy bit of her that she knows by instinct would make her toes curl. "Absolutely pitiful."

Its the cavalier nature of it all. Something that makes Aria spare little in the way of gentle nature when she speaks. It's not that Aria coddled her, but then again, with how she's talking, maybe she had been. There's not really time for considering that though, not with the playing of lips and teeth along the side of her face, her neck, not with Aria's finger delving lower the way they are. "Yeah," she agrees. "yeah, please."

Aria's hand bounces hers out of play, enters, not forceful so much in the careless way, but Autumn's jaw hangs open just so at the sensation of fingers searching deep, and then an audible gasp seemingly provokes Aria further; there's something in the derision of the words, in the tone, in the tenor and condescension of it that strikes a piano chord, roiling one side of her mind to a thrilling boil and incensing the other, sending a slow torrent of muted frenzy across both. "Fuck you," she says, half angry, half lurid, tensing and untensing, voice small and quiet with the strops of ecstatic sensation building along whole lengths of her. "God, Aria… ughn. "

"Sweetheart, that's exactly what I'm doing." Still condescending, but amused more than mean about it. She's methodical about this, watching and listening to each reaction to what she does, how she moves -- it's all brand new to her, but she's a quick study. What she does when she slides her fingers out, the sounds she makes when she presses into her, the taste of her skin and the sweat beading on it - all part of the puzzle she's figuring out here. "You can be loud, no one's here but us." Aria shifts a little to get a better angle, plunging deeper until it's just not possible to go any further with just her fingers - and uses that moment to slide her other hand down, too. Deep, hard strokes with one hand, the other circling and playing at her clit.

The in and out of its familiar, but not overly so. It's sometimes easy to forget that for all of Autumn's newness to the joys of sex, Aria is old hand with it; whether that is something lost to whatever has happened to her, who is to say, but it doesn't feel like it. The permission sees her groan, not so much in response but in reaction as Aria 's hands work at her, and she's definitely soaked, and definitely squirming. Her instinct is to cover her mouth, sigh into her palm, but instead she just mashes her palm into her forehead instead, rubbing at it in frustration as the waves over stimulation build and build. "Ah, yeah, yeah, right there, God, fuck. Harder, please."

All she needed was the please to give Autumn exactly what she wants, she goes harder, as hard as she can in fact - the force of it rocking them together. "Pull my hair." She bites down at her, nosing into her neck again, after issuing out yet another command. Maybe she was gentler before, but the whole 'detailing the car' story didn't exactly convey gentle. Another shift and she's swinging her legs over Autumn's, spreading them apart and holding her in place.

A hand climbs blindly upwards; Autumn is groping blindly because her eyes are switching between screwed shut and half lidded, gaze rolling back and forth because where does she even set her focus? A shit movie? The hardwood? She finds Aria's hair at the same time her gaze finds her own chest, shirt pulled haphazardly halfway up over her breasts. Autumn groans, and then growls as Aria's legs swipe against hers, prying her open. Her muscles tense against it, but she isn't really fighting it, even though somethings wants her to. She finally finds a handful of Aria's black hair, tugs at it, pulls, does as she's told. It feels good, having orders - less aimless.

Aria hisses slightly at the tug to her hair, but the growl is what catches her attention - tells her she's doing her damn job, even if it's frustrating her. Holding Autumn's legs apart allows her to get a better angle, to explore deeper, to pull out and slide a third finger inside of her. "So wet, I don't even think three's enough for you, hm? Need something to stretch you? Hit -" Another hiss there, "Harder, deeper. Fucking split you apart?" Extra rough now, but she doesn't want to move their position, though she aches to fuck her into the couch, slam her face into the cushions -- make her cry with pleasure. Soon enough. She bites down into the flesh of her shoulder, not penetrating, but enough to bruise again, to give her a hint of what she wants.

Autumn's hands slip from Aria's hair briefly in a lapses of control that rocks over the whole of her shape. The things Aria's saying are filthy, and they strike against Autumn's mind and she finds herself not only not against them, but craving more of it. She winces at a momentary sensation that's as much a shock as it is a pleasure, and she breathes out heavily. It's the goading. It's the borderline overstimulation after two weeks that have felt like empty eternity, and she hadn't realized just how much she'd come to depend on sex to quiet everything. "Yeah, yuh-yeah." She says, all stutters, eyes widening and closing as she tries to catch her fucking breath, brows moving between helpless ecstasy and incredulous surprise.

Autumn's teeth bare when Aria's dig into her shoulder, and her hands fully release her hair again, raking fingers down, digging at her skin - needy, clawing - almost enough to dig in. "I need you."

Something angry and yellow glints in her eyes, and her breath feels hot enough that it could spark a flame as she breathes the words out. "God, I fucking need you." She needs Aria. Nobody else works. She doesn't want anyone else to know her the way Aria does. "I need you to fucking destroy me."

Her fingers move faster and faster and faster, driving a hard pace and Aria’s even feeling needy enough to grind up against Autumn’s back— but she’s single minded, she doesn’t need relief. She needs to feel Autumn tighten up around her fingers, she needs to feel the gush of slick. Aria fucking moans at Autumn’s words, nearly laughing again, “Right here, sweetie, right here.” A new her, a better her, more fun it seems, too. “I’d love to destroy you.” Husky whisper into her ear. “I want to watch you cum over and over again, your blood on my lips. I want my tongue up your cunt, you spread open for me, eyes rolling back, panting like a fucking dog in heat —- Cum for me, Autumn. I need to have my way with you all night.”

As Aria presses into her from below, Autumn feels the grinding into her, and is present enough to reciprocate with pushback of her own. Aria has her sucking down short breaths like a fish out of water, her entire body a tickling, prickling sensation that walks a line somewhere between pleasant and painful, but they might as well be the same thing for all the confusion it causes her as she swings from grinding backwards into Aria and then forwards, into Aria.

It's the way she talks to her that Autumn's struck by. Again, almost condescending, but not in the way she's felt condescended upon in their arguments. It's playful, it's grossly intoxicating. She should hate being called a dog — it's demeaning and dismissive ù and yet, when Aria does it here, it's like she knows the right way to tilt an impossible piece of a puzzle to get it to click into place.

"Nnnh!," She remembers in that moment what Aria's blood tastes like, what her own tastes like, and she's practically panting, overtaken by a mounting wave that's hotter and higher than she can manage, and then it spills over along with something that's more like a wail than a moan, Autumn's head throwing back against Aria, her hair sweat-stuck to her forehead as there's a sharp hold of breath before another wave of heavy breathing sends her into a shudder. "Fuck, fuck…. god… whatthefuck… holyfuck… hah… God…guh…"

As soon as she feels Autumn start to tense, outwardly and inwardly, Aria doubles her efforts - lets her ride through it to prolong the shocks and trembles until she's only just breathing heavily and slumped against her. Only then does she move her hands, not bothering to clean them - she'll only be more messy later. "Sounds like that was a good one." She murmurs and presses a kiss to her temple. Aria gives her a few minutes to catch her breath, then slides and shifts off the couch, lifting Autumn up (bridal-style) to carry her towards the bedroom. She flops her onto the bed with a laugh and takes the moment to remove her clothes, allowing Autumn to recover a bit more. Then her attention turns towards the bags, "Wanna pick out what we use? Told you I got options."

Aria and Autumn's escapades before the bite that had changed her had been softer, timid affairs - not vanilla, by any stretch; biting, even bleeding, were commonplace elements, but Autumn had been frail in those days. Ready to play, but frail. Now, as she falls into Aria, seizing and tensing and flooding out and then falling into a sort of fading afterglow where her mind starts to race at this new form of intimacy, she feels like she's floating in a cool bath, weightless as Aria lifts her, carries her across the space. It's like the kiss against the side of her head's left its own mark, one that sinks in and embeds itself there, burning caustic into the side of her brain.

Autumn hits the bed and falls fully into it, draping an arm across her forehead, letting her mouth hang open, still catching her breath. The arm drops and the other takes its place, Autumn's forearms wiping sweat from her brow, fingers trying to brush sweaty hair out of her eyes as she rolls over - she's still hungry. - Hungrier, really.

She crawls towards the edge of the bed, not sure she could even get to her knees just yet, looking up at Aria with pleading eyes. "Show me." Still breathless, but in a way that screams desperate for more rather than spent and burnt up.

Aria's hunger is always a neverending thing, but she hadn't realized that it was for more than just blood -- She looks down at Autumn, sweaty and flushed and raring for more, and she finds that her mouth is watering at the prospects that have just opened up. To her credit, she had taken the time to take all of these new toys out of their package and wash what needed to be washed - eagerness be damned. She dumps everything out, and points at them. "Gags." A bar/bit gag, a ball gag, and a muzzle - one that would sit flat against the face and snap together behind her head. "Strap for me." She holds up the harness and wastes absolutely no time in putting that on, continuing her pointing as she fiddles with the leather. "Dildos, obviously. I didn't know what size you'd like, so I got a few." One's realistically shaped, but the others are various colors, thicknesses and sizes. "Plugs." Same thing, but mostly on the smaller side. "And obviously lube." She reaches up, now finished putting the harness on and brushes some of Autumn's sweaty hair back. "You're cute like this."

Talking about this over texts and seeing it all are two different things, and she thinks back to a different version of herself, one that would be scandalized or even turned off at the sight. That same version of herself would have also been moribund to the point of withering away to think about how much being called a dog had lit the channels in her brain up like rivers of fire. Aria lists off toys, tools, whatever, and she wonders at the concept of change, here. Of how she's changed. Of how she's not the same and still the same, all at once - it's food for thought, surely, but not the food she's hungry for right now.

She manages to upright herself, though she stays on the bed, watching Aria slip into a harness; it's entrancing. She's never thought about this, but a week away had been boring, two weeks away had so quickly turned to agony that reticence and bashful shyness don't have a place in this room like they used to. "That one," she points to something in the middle of the spectrum on offer - not something simple, because she's past simplicity, but nothing too big. She stands then, stepping on shaky footing, crossing the room. She pulls her shirt off, throws it into a corner, lets herself hang out just that much more; Impressions of Aria's teeth decorate her body in various shades of bruise and mark, a strange fossil record of their life together so far.

She doesn't know how to pick a plug, so she just grabs the smallest one - the notion of its use being something that again, would have chased her into bashful oblivion under a year ago. But she's just recently spent a few hours bound at the hands of a stranger, and for all the shame or even anger that should bring, it's only been on her mind in other ways ever since she'd been dropped off.

But this? This has been in her mind for a half an hour or more, screaming to her. She'd dismissed it earlier, but given the nature of teeth, and the uncertainty of what hers could do to Aria, it seems the safest, and now, also the most apt.

She holds a muzzle in both hands as she bends to pick it up from the floor, and turning to Aria, her lip curls into an appraising pucker - the only hint of that basfhulness she's going to show, because she is a little embarrassed to walk it back this quickly, and her cheeks would go red again if they weren't already, but they can both hear her heartbeat, and it tells its own story as she holds the muzzle up for Aria to help with.

She watches her move around, and when Autumn picks the muzzle, Aria does laugh. Not because of what it means, but of the embarrassment already written all over her. "Hot." But she steps forward to help her fix it in place, making sure it's tight but not uncomfortable. When it's fixed in place, she leans down and presses a kiss to the leather, then licks up the length of it - a tease, but one that Autumn can't do shit about. Turning her around, she pushes her down onto the bed - half on, half off - bending her over for better access. "I'm going to chance a guess and say you've never tried these before. So just breathe." She doesn't remember any of her previous experiences with any of this - but it's all muscle memory. Reaching over for the lube and the plug, she pours a liberal amount onto it and slathers it on, then a liberal amount onto her fingers before sliding them along the hole she's about to make good use of. Pressing in, she keeps it slow - healing or not, she's not going to chance hurting her in this way. "Just getting you ready, sweetheart. You're going to need to relax. Nice and easy." Slow thrusts with her fingers, then two, stretching her just enough until she's able to push the plug in without too much resistance. "There we are - nice and cute." A flick, then, along the base of it, then a hard smack to her cheek.

With the piece in Aria's hand, she helps guide it onto her face, taking in the scent of leather and stainless steel as it encompasses her face and her breath and the humidity begins to set in almost immediately. Aria's hands creep around the back of her skull and she feels fingers play while they knit together with sound of stretching leather straps and buckles. It adds weight to the front of her face, noticeable weight. She can can feel her own breath bounce back onto her face, and her eyes glance down at the fuzzy shape in their lower periphery. The leather smells good, something she's definitely been privy to before, but not like this. Autumn's glance climbs back inward, studying Aria's face as it nears, and she immediately feels a needy pang when she leans in for a kiss and can't have it, and it's only redoubled by the scent of Aria's breath as she strops her tongue against the muzzleguard, a scent that's equal parts laced with death and blood.

Her hands, which had been fumbling in a blind attempt to help Aria fasten the mask, move to the front for a moment, touching it; her face bracing for the probing of finger tips that doesn't come. It's frustrating for no reason. It makes the ache in her extremities return all the quicker though; buds of her breasts at attention with the exhilaration of it, but it only lasts a moment before Aria spins her and throws her to the bed. Autumn lets out a gentle groan as she hits the soft mattress. She only answers Aria's guess by looking back at her, an audible exhalation escaping the vented holes in front of her face before she rests her head on her arms.

That pose doesn't last though when something cool and slick goes somewhere she's never felt it before and she has to struggle with whether to cry out in surprise or laugh at the squirming feeling that overtakes her, and that's before she feels Aria enter, which makes her breathless at first, uncomfortable second. But then she feels Aria enter another time, and another, slowly. Her eyes widen before screwing shut, and she can't help but to moan; a completely different sound from anything else she's ever made as her hands grab at the covers and knees take turns lifting and her feet impatiently try not to dance back and forth as something larger slides in and sets in place, eliciting another surprised groan while the whole of her skin seems to tighten and every hair stands on end while something strikes another lightning bolt of new sensation deep inside of her.

Heavy breath again, she feels her nipples rub against the covers, causing even more frictive electricity. The flick makes her entire lower core feel like a tuning fork and the faintest 'Fuuhck' escapes from inside the leather cage around her mouth.

Aria leans down and mouths at her shoulder, hoping that distracts her enough while she lines up the strap on with Autumn. She slides through slick folds, kisses deeper along her back and shoulder blades. "You're gonna be so full." Then presses in, all the way up to the base of the silicone -- but waits a moment for Autumn to adjust. "See?" She wiggles her hips to try and push in even deeper, this time moving her hands along Autumn's arms, gripping her by the wrists and pushing them up above her head. "Here's where I would tell you you're just a hole for me to fuck, but that's not true." She slides her hips back, and rolls them forward, slow strokes to start. "All I want is to watch you come undone. Sweating, shaking, your legs barely able to hold you up." The same pace, a little faster, a little deeper. "I want you to feel me for days. Nice and ruined and spread wide. You need this. You need to be fucked within an inch of your life, don't you, baby?" That's when she snaps her hips - nearly lifting Autumn up off the bed with force, and continues forward with a bruising, rough pace.

Still adjusting to new sensations, still gripping at the sheets as Aria continues making good on her promise to make her squirm. She heaves out another sigh on the bed, feeling Aria kiss at her back as she taunts her, goes deeper and deeper before Autumn's sunken into, the weight of Aria coupled with a whole new type of full heat in her core as Aria fills her, pulls her hands free, pins them further up. There's nothing to bite on save for her own lip behind the muzzle; not even the sheets, and her breathing echoes inside the mask. Every push in, every shake of Aria's hips sees Autumn echo the movement. It's groans and sharp sighs and heavy breathing as Aria pushes in further, taunts her more.

When Aria starts moving in and out of her, Autumn's eyes roll in her skull as she rests on the bed, face down, arms pinned; she feels herself quivering while Aria gives her what she's asked for. She speeds up, and the taunts become more and more caustic, ending in a question that they both know the answer to. "please…"

The shock of it rocks her, thunders into her; the way Aria's fucking her, Autumn moans; the sounds, the scents, the way it makes her feel; normally they sit face to face, or on equal footing. This is different. New.

There is no relenting here, Aria goes and goes and goes - even when she can feel Autumn tensing beneath her, only then does she leverage herself, one hand pinning her hands above her head, the other hand on her hip while she drives down into her. When she draws her over the edge of pleasure, she wastes no time to flip her over and pull her up more onto the pillows and continues the brutal pace. Only this time, face to face she's able to give more attention to her neck, her breasts, her collarbone, even smiling and pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the front of the muzzle if only to tease her. The whole time she never lets Autumn touch. She pulls a third from her, and allows her a brief reprieve and slides down onto her knees, making good on her wish to 'shove her tongue up her cunt'. It's lazier and takes longer, and she laughs when she feels Autumn's thighs tremble once more. Fingers again, tongue again. Then by the time they've reached lucky number 7, she wants to try for one more - and slides up to start the relentless fucking once more. Only this time, she lets go of her wrists, allowing her to touch. Aria puts her hands on either side of Autumn's head, bracing herself and using a bit of her strength and speed to bring her back up to the peak again.

Over the course of the evening, Autumn's mind slides further and further downwards into various levels of lucidity on a descending spectrum; Aria's relentless ebb and flow is something different than before. She could fight back - could. A deep, monstrous piece of her, feeling challenged, even wants to. She and the other woman are close enough in strength that they can struggle to outfight one another - they've done it before and it's been a pillar of their entire relationship thus far. But there is something meaner in Aria here, something that tells Autumn, as her hands are held down, that she's been holding back.

And rather than test her own limits, Autumn feels herself giving into it, feels herself letting Aria have her way with her, because it feels good to not be fighting. It feels good to give in, even if there's a beast in the back of her mind snapping and barking and begging her to do the opposite

Aria flips her, pins her hands back again, and this time Autumn is given the privilege of staring into her dark eyes, brows bouncing between ecstasy and exhaustion and pain and pleasure. Aria kisses and bites and teases and taunts. She laughs, she presses kissing lips fruitlessly to the muzzle that keeps Autumn's hungry mouth from reciprocating. It's so fucking frustrating and at the same time it drives her down further and further into the pleasant mire of her mind. Aria finally releases her hands to go down on her then, and time starts meaning nothing; its' meant nothing since they left the couch, but in here the whole concept's become little more than suggestion.

She's as sore as she is satisfied, and her eyes, delirious, stare up into Arias when she slides back up, driving herself back into Autumn once more, and for a moment, even relieved of restraint, she just falls forward into Aria's arms before she feels hands at her cheeks as Aria starts another round. Autumn's hands reach around Aria, grasping at her shoulders, holding on like letting go means certain death. Her fingers dig into the flesh of Aria's back, holding her in a clinch, panting in heady exhaustion, lost in the fog of touch and scent and heat between them. She tries to talk at one point, but it comes out unintelligible, dumb, almost sleepy between the moans of a mind overburdened by sensation.

"Scratch me if you need to, if you can." She murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead - the only thing gentle about what's happening here. Thankfully, Aria's stamina isn't so much hinged on needing breath or sustenance - she might be a little hungry later, but there are fresh bags in the fridge she can indulge in after. "Just one more. I just want one more." She moves to hook Autumn's legs around her waist, too, then back to holding her head - watching her eyes roll back as she's trying to maintain consciousness in the wake of overwhelming pleasure. The rest of her face hidden behind the muzzle is both fun and disappointing, as she finds herself wanting to capture those full lips, better hear her panting breaths - watch her bleed from trying to bite through them. When she feels her getting close, Aria whispers more encouragement - filthy and hot. "That's it, that's a good girl."

Autumn's fingers dig into Aria's back. Autumn's own hips rock haphazard and out of sync with Aria's, trying to swallow more of what she's giving into her despite the raw, despite the ache. She can almost feel herself drooling inside the muzzle, head resting on Aria's chest as her fingernails uselessly try to dig in and find purchase. Every so often, she looks up at Aria, blue eyes wet, red ringed and smudged with the destroyed eyeliner of the day that streaks down her cheeks to where leather presses into the flesh of her cheeks.

She feels her legs forced into a new position and she's so delightfully sore; after turning into a wolf, though, her pain tolerance has adjusted accordingly, and when Aria's pace dulls for a moment for her to give Autumn praise before increasing pace again. Autumn, robbed of her mouth, simply nuzzles into her, moaning quiet, exhausted sounds into Aria's skin. Talking is hard. Feeling is easy. She doesn't need to speak anyways.

Aria knows that after this is over, she's going to need to spend time to get her back up to functioning like a person - right now, she's all baser instincts. They both are. Over the course of these long few hours, Aria's come twice, ratcheting up the pace when she felt herself close. Now, she's just enjoying the delicious friction of the base of the strap hitting her. Reaching down with one hand, she finds the nub between Autumn's thighs and pinches it between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them before rubbing in tight, quick circles. A little help never hurt. Her other hand smooths her hair back, less holding her in place and simply allowing her to ride it out. "If you need to tap out tell me." She whispers, directly into her ear. "Otherwise I'm going to go until you can't."

"Fuckyou, M'Not'a quitter." She says, and it barely makes it through the muzzle. Aria's rhythmic in and out, fast and slow, the pounding of the base of the strap against her; she's so spent out and spun out and wrung dry in a way she's never felt. All the stress of the last two weeks, the last weekend, it's all been bled out of her, inconsequential in this moment. Maybe tomorrow she'll think about it more, but right now she isn't thinking about anything except holding on, breathing in Aria, even this frightening, worrying new shape she's taken on. Aria's playing at her clit elicits new moans and Autumn does her best to work in tandem, though what to her are orderly gyrations are more loping, uncoordinated slumps.

Even Aria's fingers on her face, plucking away sweaty strands of hair feel like they threaten to make her brain pop with sensation like it's been overfilled. She sighs a long sigh, air rushing through the venting holes in her muzzle with each slow breath that follows. "Love you." She says it like its reflex, and her eyes rest upwards on Aria's face before she spills over one more time with a groan that's as exhausted and pleased as it satisfied.

Unlike the previous ones, Aria eases her through this orgasm— letting her come down instead of teeter back up again. She should have expected the affection, but it takes her out of it for just a second - though she never falters in her attention. Her hands go up to remove the muzzle and she massages Autumn’s jaw while her mind drifts to wondering whether or not she should say it back. She doesn’t remember feeling like that, but she is obviously still the same person... somewhat. If she doesn’t say it back will it hurt her feelings? Obviously yes. If she does, it will be seen as placating. Aria instead decides to try and show some affection another way— it’s not, she knows it’s not the same, but hopefully it eases the sting. Instead of moving into action to get her comfortable elsewhere or get her some food, she leans down, unbuckling straps and pulling the muzzle free to kiss her, gentle and slow— a few lazy slides of their lips against each other. It’s all she can give, she thinks, and slides the silicone out of her, dropping the harness to the floor. The plug is removed, too, also dropped to the floor. She scoops the puddle of Autumn up into her arms and carries her back through the apartment to the couch, wrapping her up tightly in the fluffiest blanket she could find. “Just rest, I’m gonna order you a feast.”

The last roil of orgasm ploughs through her like a lazy storm, she's either about to die or pass out, but its a kind of tired she's only felt after waking up from a night as a monstrous beast, just with far more emphasis in far different places.

Autumn lets the little murmur of affection hang in the air - it's been two weeks, maybe more, maybe less, she doesn't actually understand time right now, but it's less for Aria, less for the response, and more for her. In a different time, or frame of mind, maybe Aria's lack of reply would hurt her, but right now, she's just floating somewhere, just slightly out of her own body.

The muzzle comes off and she feels like the skin itself takes a breath of air. Aria takes her up in her lips and Autumn clumsily reciprocates; maybe tomorrow, it will feel like it wasn't enough; for now though, its gratifying punctuation.

Aria empties her out, which elicits even more shudders of sensation from her as she lies spent on soaked bedsheets, floating between mounting ache and hazy afterglow as she floats through the apartment a second time. When Aria puts her on their couch, all but swaddling her, she almost manages to open her eyes all the way, in time to snatch at Aria's hand, grip clumsy, aim worse, getting only the ring and pinky finger with a meager grip. She thinks about saying something, but instead just offers a grateful smile and lets her hand fall away. Words hard.

Aria turns to walk away for a moment, but stops when she feels Autumn's hand gripping loosely around her fingers. There's that same urge to take care of her - and she can tell what's on Autumn's mind. Hard to read, she is not. Especially not like this. Instead of walking away immediately, though, she leans down and braces her arms on either side of Autumn. There's a moment where she just watches her, before taking up her lips again. This is easy. This doesn't make her feel like she's ruining it, or hurting her. This helps calm some of the storm in her mind, as well, but part of her does wonder if she kisses differently now. Does she slide her lips more? Does she bite less? Does she allow herself to be heard or did she strangle the soft sounds of kissing Autumn in the back of her throat? When she pulls back, she kisses the tip of Autumn's nose. "I know." She wants to apologize. She wants to say literally anything that will soothe whatever ache this lack of feelings brings. "I'll be right back. Promise." She steps away to clean the sheets off of the bed and order the most, ridiculous massive order from Doughfellas - enough to serve a hungry werewolf who'd just had her brains fucked out. When she comes back to the couch, there's the sound of the washing machine running softly in the background, and she tugs Autumn into her arms. "It'll be about forty minutes."

Here in the afterglow, with their apartment lit up and the occasional passing light of a car on the street outside, Autumn feels herself floating for a good while before Aria returns, and while she's far from recovered, she's at least something she's comfortable enough calling lucid. Aware, even. Sore also. "Ooough." she groans as Aria pulls her up into her arms, and she pushes into her, like she could melt into her if she really wanted to. She feels like warmed over butter. "That was… you really… just did all that."

A lazy laugh breaks up the words. "I don't… know if I can walk." Another laugh. "Oh, laughing makes it hurt worse." Another laugh, this time with a melodramatic whimper mixed in.

"I told you." Aria laughs, "I told you I would." But she moves her hands to Autumn's shoulders, rubbing into her shoulders to ease up whatever soreness has built up over her body. "You don't have to walk. I'll bring you everything you need." She moves her hands down Autumn's arms and kisses the side of her head. Kissing is easy, she realizes, and she likes it - but she hopes it doesn't make things worse. "How was it? The, uhm, the talking and the.. well, all of it?"

She nods with a half-smile, half grimace. "You did."

Autumn leans her head into Aria's kiss, and her eyes open fully for the first time since she's been out of the bedroom. She isn't staring at anything specific, just staring. There's a long sigh, not the lovelorn, depressive kind, but one of uncomfortable comfort as Aria works at her shoulders. Another laugh. "Mm." she grumbles as she rubs her arms, then Aria's question prompts another bubble of laughter. It's like the stupidest things are the funniest things to her right now. She's thinking about the stupid muzzle. She nestles into Aria more. Because she wants to. It's like right now, all her hangups don't matter. She isn't even thinking about them, or wishing they wouldn't come back. They just aren't there. It's her and the pretty girl she loves.

"It was weird... great? I… feel so … scooped out. I've uh… we're usually a bit more… give and take… it was nice not to… it was nice to let you just go off."

Each bubble of laughter makes Aria's smile a little easier. It feels.. almost normal, like this. It's the look in Autumn's eyes, she thinks. There's expectation, sure, but not the kind of expectation she feels like she's grown used to seeing. Usually, she says, as if she's the same person or has the same.. Whatever. She tries to put it out of her mind and not think about it, but where Autumn feels scooped out, Aria feels like she's on a wire - like there's too many thoughts in her brain, her teeth on edge, that craving now at the forefront. She guesses a whole nightclub would have fed her for longer, but maybe not. "I had fun. And I'm happy to help out whenever you need a release. If that's okay."

Autumn shifts under the blanket, trying to position herself so she can look up at Aria more directly, but ultimately settles on just tilting her head upwards, staring once more at an upside-down Aria, nodding. "Mmhm… er… can I…?" She reaches up to Aria's cheeks with hands that are still a little shaky.

She rolls her thumbs over the apples of Aria's cheeks. "You're so fucking pretty. Like I wish I could draw. I would love to draw you."

Aria’s a little confused by her asking, but she nods all the same and sucks in a breath at the touch. She wants to tease her about what they’ve just done, but finds herself a little speechless at the attention, so she deflects. “Do you realize how pretty you are? Genuinely.” She’s about to say more but she hears a car door down by the street close and listens to the approaching steps. “Be right back.”

Autumn's about to say, no, tell me about it but before she can, Aria looks up, alert, and Autumn realizes she'd heard it too. It's not long before somebody buzzes from downstairs, but Aria's already gone to meet them.

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It's a little embarassing, having to get helped around because you can't walk, but, well, she's really gotta go. It's more pained, embarassed tottering on the way in, and then out after Aria helps her at least become less of a mess before they make their way back out to the couch where, ultimately, they find themselves huddled again, Autumn pecking at a plate full of garlic knots and meat-lovers pizza and chicken wings.

"This was so necessary and needed."

"The food or the fucking?" She laughs, ripping at a garlic knot, and nibbling at it - it really doesn't taste like much, but there's a hint of flavor on her tongue. Blood's better - but it does make her wonder if blood would make food taste like anything more than just nothing. Eventually she just sets it down and watches Autumn eat hers. "I say both." While Autumn was in the bathroom, she switched the sheets from the washing machine to the dryer, and as soon as that's done and she's finished eating, Aria's already planning to carry her back. But for now, the couch is comfortable enough. "I'm curious how the werewolf healing is gonna help the soreness."

She's chewing through pizza slices like there's not really any grace left in her body, and when Aria asks for clarity, she swallows down a bite and shakes her head. "Both," she says, almost at the same time as Aria. The synchronicity coupled with the fervor of her answer make her hang her head a little in false shame.

She shoves a whole garlic knot in her mouth; tears through it while Aria talks, forces it down sooner than it needs to go. "I already feel a little less sore but, I don't know because my ass feels weird and I can't tell if its in a good way." She looks over at Aria with a glance that's both embarrassed and conspiratorial.

God, this girl is fucking cute. It makes sense why the previous her fell so hard, it seems, because just talking to her is a lot easier than it has any right being. So she can't help herself from leaning forward and pressing another quick kiss to her temple while she chews, then another to just beneath her ear before laying back again. "First time doing anal?" She purses her lips and looks up, as if thinking, then grins and reaches up to pinch one of her cheeks-- "We're definitely doing that again, then. Already have so many ideas."

Autumn's head bobs to the side, once, then twice under the push of Aria's snap of a kiss and she idly rolls her head to look at her. "It was a lot of firsts, yes, that included."

She fakes pulling away from the pinch, but lets it happen anyways, and it makes her laugh another quiet laugh - its mostly a big, kind of dumb, still kind of dreamy tooth-baring smile, but there's a silent laugh in there, too, somewhere. "Oh?" She asks folding the back half of a pizza slice together to eat it like a sandwich. "Mapping it all out, huh?"

It's… jovial, it's warm. It's the most like them it's felt. Maybe a little more… direct - no, that's not it. Just… Aria is different now. Not completely different, maybe; but different. Maybe not bad different either. Maybe she's just too tired to worry. Either way, she's chill, which given the last few weeks is something she's just going to let herself have. "What about you? I didn't feel like I was doing anything for you."

"A lot? Really?" File that away for later. "And yeah, definitely. It was fun." It feels almost too easy, like she's going to slip up and potentially say the wrong thing here or there and piss her the fuck off. She's just glad, for the moment, that she's not exactly hovering or worrying about things. She watches the way she eats the pizza with a tilt of her head, as if that's the weirdest thing she's seen tonight. But she holds up two fingers, "I came twice."

"Twi… twice?" Another bout of incredulous snickering around food in her mouth - the kind of undignified that would have made her mother insensate with obnoxious, preachy judgement. "I… think I lost count after like… four." She gnaws on a pizza crust like a bone.

"And yeah… usually… it's just… well, fingering, or eating out or… scissoring or… biting. A lot of biting, actually… I was never… I never had much sex til we got together, and… I don't know, maybe you were just being gentle." She turns to look at Aria, and this time, it's not the same look she usually wears when talking about before. "I was human when we met and I don't know, maybe you were just easing me into stuff." She shrugs, like its a moot point by now, and then Autumn tucks a rope of hair behind her ear, scratching at the annoying ghost of a sideburn before she goes back in on a chicken wing.

"Is that surprising?" She's amused, "Once while I was fucking you with the strap - another when I was eating you out. Turns out, don't really need anything but that if I'm worked up enough." And it is a surprise, but she listens to Autumn prattle on about the sex they had before and raises her eyebrows. For some reason she's more surprised by the fact that Autumn was human when they met than anything else. "That.. would make sense." But she's also got full view of the scars that are very much in the shape of her own mouth littering her body. Easing her into it, biting, feeding.. She hums. She doesn't remember the kind of person she was before, if she cared - and she looks away for a long moment while thinking about it. If she was like this - and met a human Autumn fresh like... Would she be gentle? A part of her thinks no. But a larger part says yes. That she would try, at least. But the memory of the head in her lap.. Yeah. She'd be extra gentle for her part and Autumn's. "Maybe I should have eased you in this time?"

Autumn shrugs at the question. "I guess not, I just… as long as you're getting, you know, yours." Her head swings back to the box of wings and she pouts. "Man how I'd eat ten already…"

Autumn leans back, taking a second to breathe instead of eat. "Eased into it? No, I don't think so. I uh, do think you fried my brain a little at some point because there's definitely some hazy time in the middle there where I just… felt too good? Couldn't think, or didn't need to. I felt lazy is all I meant, then I got mad, at one point, because I couldn't move, but like, not in a bad way? Sexy-mad. Frustrated" She smiles, like she's proud she managed to think of the word.

She turns to Aria, expression quizzical. "Like I said, it's a lot." She reaches up to scratch at the jagged imprint of wolf teeth that decorates her shoulder. "I'm still working through all of it, I guess."

She blindly searches while she talks, because nope. Not done. 'Nother Garlic Knot.

"There's another box of pizza in the kitchen, if you want me to grab it." It's offhand, but she's finding that she's enjoying watching Autumn house down all of this food -- there's some sort of parallel here with the way she had gorged herself a week prior, but it's not something she wants to bring up now. "If you're feeling that bad about it, give me mine in the morning." Aria hums, though, a soft laugh at the back of her throat, "Yeah, you turned into a glorified fuck toy for a bit there. It was hot. Muzzle was probably a good idea, if you went all hazy." She stretches out a bit, getting more comfortable on the couch. "You had eight, by the way. I counted."

Autumn looks back towards the kitchen and really, really considers it. But she's already had ten wings… and like four slices of pizza… and like give garlic knots… She shakes her head. Maybe save it for tomorrow. She chomps on the stick of pizza crust idly while Aria offers another option. "Mm breakfast."

She scoffs when talk of the muzzle makes her shake her head at herself again. "I like that you bought a muzzle anyways even though I said it was too on the nose." She looks at her with narrowed eyes, like she's frowning, even though she isn't. "I feel like I came eighty times." She looks at Aria's half nibbled garlic bread, then. "Are you… good? Do you need to eat, I mean."

There is absolutely no shame in her expression when Autumn calls her out on the muzzle, she just looks smug as fuck. “Again, hot. And you still chose it. Good idea on my part.” The truth is, though, she’s parched— constantly. It had been a chore not to tear into the poor delivery guy. And the scent of Autumn’s wolf blood makes her mouth water even more— which says to her that it’s not a good idea at all. “I’m okay. I’ll get a bag and a bite later.”

She nods about the blood. "Well, the other ones looked uncomfortable. In a not fun way," she pouts, shrugging; not quite ready to admit anything further than that. A sheepish smile might betray otherwise, but well, its kind of a game they've always played; memories or otherwise; Aria still knows how to read her. That or she's just not that good at hiding things around her as she is with other people.

With them cuddled back up on the couch, - now sans clothes - Aria allows her fingers to trail along Autumn's throat. There's no need to push the topic, she already knows what's going on in Autumn's mind - it's obvious from the look in her eyes. So instead she leans down and kisses her again. "Mm, I like doing that." The kissing. "You're good at it." Another one, deepening it for a bit. When she pulls back, she presses another to her cheek and nuzzles in, getting more comfortable.

A kiss. "Yeah? Well…" Another. Fuller, Deeper. Autumn returns both; fervent even in her spent state. "I've had a lot of practice, in the last year." Another on her cheek, but this time, Autumn turns her head when Aria leans in a third time, stealing a third kiss on her lips, this time leaning in herself, and catching Aria's lip gently in her teeth; enough only to pull at it a bit before they separate.

Aria sucks in a breath at the teeth in her lip, not expecting the kiss or the nibble. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a bit, but it all feels like a little too much. She breathes in, sharp and shaky - affected a little too much by the simple kiss, of Autumn taking a little bit of charge. "Sorry." She murmurs, and pulls away almost fully, but keeps her hand on Autumn. "Sorry." She repeats.

Autumn's dreamy expression shifts and she winces as she turns too look when Aria pulls away., running her eyes over Aria's features. It's not her usual apologetic stare that Autumn wears but rather curiosity. "What?" she asks, and moves her own hand to where Aria's rests on her. "You alright?"

"I'm okay." She says, and shifts to untangle them. "I'm gonna go get the sheets on the bed, sit tight." When she's standing, Aria takes the moment to lean over her again, pressing her nose into her cheek, so she can whisper. "I don't wanna give you the wrong idea. Is all."

Autumn grimaces with a bit of pained soreness at the movements of Aria's getting up, the wriggling she has to do facilitate it. She's about to ask again, but decides not to push it. Aria leans back in, whispering to her. "That's…" Autumn's jaw clenches a bit. She nods. "Fair enough."

She turns back to the pizza box, shuts it, pulls the blanket around her a bit tighter while she sets the box to the floor.

She does take a little bit longer in getting the sheets out of the dryer and onto the bed than it needs to take - so as to give herself some air, and give Autumn some time to sit with it. It's the knowing that, despite her lack of memories, she feels like she's going to have to live up to some sort of impossible standard. All the hard, rough sex in the world won't erase that. But she also doesn't want to not comfort the girl. When she comes back, she uses both speed and strength to lift Autumn up and sling her over her shoulder. "The bed awaits, your highness."

Autumn can feel herself fighting with herself to not spiral about what exactly the wrong idea is while Aria's gone, achingly sitting up and occupying her hands and mind with stupid, inane things; stacking the empty food boxes, stuffing unused napkins into the brown paper of the delivery bag, turning the TV and disc player off.

She's run out of things to do, now in a bit of sulk, sitting there and trying to reason out that tonight was something good, something new. It's own kind of memory. That's something, even if it's not exactly the sort of something she's been hoping for.

This is interrupted however when a rush of movement and lurch of motion send up up and nearly ass-over-teakettle before she finds herself hanging from a shoulder. A yelp of a shout is pushed out of her and she plants her hands on Aria's back as the absurdity of it dispels the mope that had been building up in her. "Aria, what are you doing!" Comes first, "Oh, my god," second, tempered with surprised giggling as the apartment passes by beneath her.

"Taking you to bed again, duh." She gives her a nice, solid smack on her ass, taking her time to walk towards the bedroom - even doing a little spin on her heel before she gets into where it would be dangerous to Autumn's head to do so. In the bedroom, she tosses her onto the mattress and crawls up to her, hovering without touching, hands planted on either side of her head and knees planted on either side of her hips. "There, that's better." Now that she's had a bit of time alone, she knows what she wants to say. "What I mean - by the way - is I don't want you to think that.. this." She gestures between the two of them, "..is like before. I don't want to upset you. You're nice enough, even if I get irritated easily." At this, she adjusts and settles her weight on top of Autumn, putting her hands on her chest and resting her chin on top of them. "Like, okay, for me - it's a lot of wondering if I'm measuring up to who I was before. If you're going to be disappointed with the way I say or do things - and your comment about having practice with me reminded me of that. So." She tilts up, grabs Autumn's face and lazily shakes her head side to side as if making her say 'no'. "Don't compare me to me, okay? That's not that bad, right?"

She listens, and she does listen, but when Aria issues an order, playing with her face, Autumn shakes her head. "As much as you need me to understand that this isn't the same, and, I do, at this point I do- I need you to understand that me bringing up our time together isn't me trying to compare. Or… or guilt you. You don't remember it, and that's fair, but I do. I do. Tonight… was… weird and it was awesome, and new, a-and it was just an off-hand comment, Aria. I promise. Maybe this is just sex, maybe it's not. But we have history. Please, let me at least talk about it."

She could protest. Wants to, even. But as she stares down at her, Aria tries to see if there's anything else to glean or read into her expression. Unfortunately, she just doesn't know Autumn that well, yet. Or again. Whatever. There's the impulse to get off the bed, walk back to the living room and just sleep on the couch, but she doesn't do that either. It's hard to parse what she's feeling. She's overthinking - which, she's quickly realizing about herself, that that's an always thing. She itches to do something to stop it, but has no idea what will work. She wonders what the previous her would have done in the moment, and that's part of it, too. Aria heaves out a sigh, turns her head, shifts so she's half laying on her, half off. She's not sure what to say, she realizes. Agreeing too quickly doesn't settle well in her stomach or her mind, but fighting back on it makes her feel even worse, so what is the middle ground? Is there one? She settles on the truth, instead: "Everyone talks about who I was as if they're expecting it will reach into my brain and turn a switch. We don't know what happened. I don't know if it's even possible to get the memories back or be whoever I was. It's pressure. A lot of pressure."

Autumn watches Aria wrestle with it. She doesn't instantly rebuke her, which is good; she'd already been bracing for things to turn sour, and so it's a relief when they don't. When Aria shifts, which is more comfortable now than it had been on the couch, so that helps in its own small way now that her pelvis feels a little less like bone-dust.

But Aria's weight on top of her is comforting as it always has been. In that, this isn't different. "I'm not trying to do that. I promise. I.. I was at first but that was because I was confused and scared too. And I was doing things wrong and I am sorry I was making you feel that way."

She grabs Aria's hand - softly; takes a breath. "Okay, I won't… push. But I'm also not gonna lie, and part of that is at least acknowledging stuff that came before - even if they sound weird or wrong - you decide that, but… but please, don't ask me to not talk about them - they're still really important to me. It's not comparison, I… am quite fond of you, Aria, if you haven't noticed."

She knits her fingers between Aria's. "I mean, I'd have to be -I let you put a thing in my butt."

Again, she's thinking of what to say - allows her to take her hand, and watches their fingers tangle together, a little mesmerized by the differences between them - skin tone, warm versus cold, alive versus dead, the size of her fingers compared to Autumn's. It all feels so domestic and romantic, and there's still not a lick of that feeling at all. The difference now is that she feels like it would be very easy to develop them. She's pre-inclined. Or pre-destined. "Okay." That's about as good as it's going to get, she figures. "Just don't get mad at me when I'm different, I guess." Then, a snort. "God. It was a plug."

She'll take Okay. She would have taken 'Fine', too. Or even anything but her getting up and leaving. It's something. And it feels a far cry from spitting venom at each other about the morality at play in ripping some blonde vampire's head off. She looks at her fingers knitted in Aria's. She can't promise she won't - not unequivocally - because being mad is just sort of a thing with her now, apparently, and because who knows the future? But she can try. For Aria, she'll try pretty much anything. Clearly. "Okay." She says back, and its a smile, an honest one.

It turns into something else at the snort, something a little less lazy-dreamy, a little more devilish. "Plug, thing, whatever. I let you put a fake dick in me too." Now she's just being cheeky about it.

The snort bubbles over into a full blown laugh - now that they've reached a semi-understanding. Craning her neck to look up at her, but making sure they're still holding hands (it's odd, to do so - knowing that she feels practically nothing for the action.) "And I'll fucking do it again, too." Her grin's a little too cheeky for the moment, but she's grateful for the deflection or the misdirect or whatever she's trying to do. "Sounds like you gotta watch some porn and figure out what else you wanna do."

Autumn lets go of Aria's hand and sits up on the comforter, still naked except for the blanket haphazardly tugged around her from her time on the couch. "Well, good. Next movie night's sorted then, isn't it?"

When Autumn shifts, Aria slides down some, not wanting to sit up - even for her unlimited speed and strength and vampiric whatever, using her hips for that long is still tiring. So she just uses Autumn's thighs as a pillow, curls up half on her lap. "I'll make a playlist for you. Since it seems like you're into the whole puppy thing."

The puppy thing threatens to either turn her face red like a pepperoni or drain every drop of blood out of it and she has to hide behind her hands because of it, play-screaming into them.

"Fuck offff - Oh my god, ohhhhh my god." She still has her hands over her face. "I just. It feels right and I don't know whyyyyyy." Face is still covered. She peeks through her fingers at Aria. "Like is it the wolf thing? I feel like it has to be, I'd have never…"

Aria rolls over so she can look up at Autumn, but she's belly laughing the whole time. She reaches up and pokes at her belly and hands and face. "Somehow I really doubt it's the wolf thing, but that can't help." But now she's feeling all cheeky, so she sits up a bit, and pulls her hands down. "Honestly, I get the distinct sense that you've always been a good little puppy, even before the bite."

Her hands are pulled down and she's flushed, because of course she is, but she is smiling and maybe it's true or maybe it's just because it's embarassing, or maybe it's both. But when Aria leans in on it, calls her a puppy, Autumn's teeth catch her lip and she shakes her head, "Um! Wow! Perfect time for you to help my broken ass into the shower."

That only makes her laugh harder, but she sits up and does exactly what's asked of her - help her into the shower, which means helping her wash - and stepping in herself. By the time they make it back to the bed, the water's gone lukewarm and Aria feels like jelly. She knows by now that she doesn't have to sleep, but the night's efforts don't care about her undead nature. She slips off into sleep curled up around Autumn, arms around her waist and nuzzled into her back.

Autumn's sleeps have been fraught since December, with only those hours spent sleeping directly after the return to a human shape being anything even vaguely restful. But whether its the content of feeling like some progress has been made, or the sheer degree to which she had felt run ragged by Aria's aggressive ministrations, she sleeps through the night, dreamless and without much stirring in Aria's grasp.

—

In the morning, though; she's the first awake, and she lays there a while, in the stillness. Aria doesn't breathe. It's always fucked Autumn up a little bit, the implications of vampirism. She wonders, if it were possible, if she would choose undeath now the way she'd been ready to in November, knowing what Aria goes through. She pulls away from that line of thought - it leads down dangerous roads.

Her eyes close again, and how long for she doesn't know, but the sun's creeping in through the bedroom curtains that don't need to be so tightly drawn these days, and Autumn lets her eyes crawl over Aria for a few more moments before she (somewhat painfully, though nowhere near the throbbing aches of the night prior) shifts on the bed, colors falling off of her form. She's not trying to avoid waking Aria; she's a vampire, and her senses are sharp like Autumn's. But she is trying to surprise her as she tugs the covers lose, eyes darting between Aria's face and hips before she kisses her right below the belly button, eyes traveling back up before planting another, and another. And another, looking back each time.

Sleep for a vampire is simply a way to pass time, Aria had learned— it’s a habit that she likes, she finds. Keeping a schedule is easy when feeling rested isn’t determined by how much sleep you get on the day to day. Even now, she expects her body to behave like a human’s, but even asleep she can hear and feel things she might not normally. Autumn stirs beside her, and Aria expects her to be padding off towards the kitchen or otherwise getting her day started. What she does not expect is the feeling of soft lips at her stomach — too low to be anything innocent. She sucks in a sharp breath— her first in eight or so hours, and shifts slightly underneath the touch. She’s more awake than a human would be, but somehow still feels groggy. For a brief moment, she considers what a vampire physiology book would read like, but Autumn’s kissing her again, lighting a fire with her lips. “Mm?”

Another kiss, and another, until she hears the purr of Aria's voice. For all the fray of the evening behind them, she already feels hungry - what is it about her now, this desperate, clawing need for satiety. Mostly it's to consume. To be had. To be full. But she wrestles that into something more giving this morning. Fair exchange, and Aria's skin, cold, dead, is still delicious on her lips as she lands another kiss, lower, and lower.

For all of last nights exploration, this is something Autumn knows. Above, to the sides, the kisses aren't gentle touches, but hard, sucking things. Worked into position, she lays her head on Aria's thigh before she moves in, kissing at the heat she finds there between Aria's lags, lapping at it. It sets off a ping in her mind when she works at the shape of her, first with lips, then with tongue. Gentle, first; exploratory. Trust the process; will Aria guide her as she usually does; pull her hair this way and that like the reigns on a sled-dog? Or is this a solitary expedition? Autumn lifts herself after a few moments for breath before pushing back in.

Aria barely has time to wipe the sleepy crust from her eyes, before Autumn’s kisses turn heavy against her skin— The sound at the back of her throat is completely involuntary at the first touch of Autumn’s tongue to heat. It makes her gasp, lips parted, and her legs spread to give Autumn more room to enjoy herself. A hand finds itself pushing back Autumn’s hair, running through strands and faltering and grabbing when her nose rubs against her clit— “G-ood..” A breathy sigh. “..morning.” For now she’s content to let Autumn do as she pleases, eyes closed and head tilted back.

Aria opens, and Autumn takes this is as further invitation, going back to work with things. The advent of fingers knitting into her hair is further tacit endorsement of this morning meal. Autumn moves up, murmuring greetings and soft pleasant sighs and groans before taking Aria's clit in between her lips - just so, to tease it - before going back to the other spaces she's come to know induce the biggest reactions. Maybe in this she can show how familiar they've been. Even if not, Aria, as ever, tastes good, feels good, smells good on her face, in her mouth. Kisses, long drags, quick lashes. One of a few skills she's begun to develop in their time together, one she'd fervently made up lost time for after their reunion in midwinter.

It was as if all she needed was to see her enjoying before really pushing her up and up and up -- Aria groans at the attention, digging her heels into the mattress beneath them, rolling her hips upward towards Autumn face. Every sound she makes is a testament to how good she is, how well she seems to know how to unravel her completely. She hisses and gasps, tightening her grip on Autumn's hair, pushing her head deeper between her thighs. "God - fuck." The words come out broken moans, caught in the back of her throat - all of the previous night's bravado and litany of teases completely erased from her mind. "Mm, more - please."

When Aria's hips raise, Autumn pushes up, working herself in between her legs, shelving the backs of Aria's thighs on her shoulders; broad, scarred, sore from how her arms had been pinned the night before, but happy for the weight as she gets herself lost in the scent and the stewing heat and the taste of her bedmate. The tight pain of pulled hair spikes pins and needles through her scalp, and also a hint of resentment in deeper spaces of her mind as the ball of Aria's tightened fist pushes her face firmer in, restricting breath. The approving moans are a different tenor from before and only steel her resolve into something prideful. Remind her what you're worth, something growls the sentiment into her, and she tilts her head up, nosing at her, taking her into her mouth again, this time, just a bit longer, just a bit more, and then back; taking care to leave nothing unattended.

Fuck. Even if she wanted to form words, she doesn't know if she could -- Autumn is not only thorough, but enthusiastic. Instead of one hand holding onto her and another sliding through the sheets, she moves both hands to the back of her head and grinds upwards into her mouth, seeking every ounce and second of pleasure she's able to take and hold from this. How many times more will Autumn allow herself this or allow Aria the chance to take the pleasure. "Mm." Another soft moan, another groan, another breathy sigh, another soft 'please', until her thighs are starting to shake with the tension and build, until she feels herself start to clench around Autumn's tongue. "God - fuck, just like that, right there - hah - yes, good." And more and more and more until she's quivering and tipped over, muscles twitching and taut as she comes.

Autumn knows she's doing well by the way the shakes and movements of Aria's thighs twist at her head and shoulders like a yoke on a cart horse. She wraps her arms around them, to bring more leverage, and when she looks up from the quaking aftershocks, it's an expression of approval-seeking curiosity that explores the tight-screwed expression on Aria's face - Autumn sat there between her legs, hair plastered to her cheeks, lips and chin shining wet. "Again?"

And again, and then again. It passes that first wakeful hour and leaves Autumn's lips numb by the end of it, her tongue dry with the efforts, but she isn't tired, quite the opposite, as she sits on the end of the bed, pawing the shimmer from her chin and adjusting uncomfortably at the lingering soreness in her bottom half.

By the time Autumn lets her lie, Aria’s chest is heaving with breath she doesn’t need and the soreness in her muscles is stitching itself together, leaving behind a pleasant burn. She rubs her hand over her face as if she can’t believe how good Autumn was, and eventually sits up to tug her close. “Voracious little thing.” And peppered kisses along her shoulder.

#usfw #incredibly usfw #we weren't going to post this but there's a lot of really good character introspection in here given the situation #this is however pure smut #written with king #frankly i am ashamed of parts of this #but not that ashamed #you do not need to read all 14k words of this but if you do ur a real one #this is for the true ariautumn enjoyers

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