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[ In return, Miles lies back against the blanket. Horizontal like this the height differential isn't quite so awkward (or exhilarating, alas). He shivers as her mouth makes contact - shivers more the rougher it is, Miles adores physicality on so many levels - and skates his hands up her back in response. Resting here at the small of it, fingers digging lightly into her spine. ]

Yes - yes. Paid in full upon receipt.

[ She arches her back into his touch and briefly wonders what the hell she's even doing. No one's here but them and that privacy adds to the moment. What it adds exactly, she still hasn't pinpointed. She reaches up to run her hand through his short hair.

Lips hovering just above his new mark, she murmurs, ] Don't think you're going much farther than this.

[ It's more a light warning, should his hand decide to feel too adventurous. ]

[ Warning taken and heeded. He keeps his hands right where they are, though his breathing continues to hitch and heave. He risks leaning upwards briefly to kiss the hollow of her neck, through clothing if he must. ]

I leave the decision entirely in your hands. [ But he can't help but add - ] You are - amazing, thus far. I admire your spirit.

[ Her nails run lightly against his scalp and snorts. ] Yeah, I don't think my spirit has anything to do with this.

[ Her eyes drift down towards the mark she left once more. She'll have to consider leaving a matching one before they're done. The fact that he's voluntarily beneath her makes this so much easier and she's not about to let their position flip, not yet. She captures his lips with hers and uses the force of the kiss to ensure he stays right where he is. ]

[ Very fiercely: ]

A body is nothing without spirit.

[ Something he believes very honestly, excuse you. (It still very much helps that she has a lovely body, oh yes ... He'd love to see more of it.) Any further comments are swallowed up by the kiss. Just as earnest as before, maybe even a little bit needy. He could stand to be pinned to the ground a little harder. ]

[ That wasn't at all what she meant, but it's not enough to make her break the kiss to argue. Maybe another time.

It's hard to fell out exactly what he even likes. She can only assume his lack of complaints are a good thing. Her fingers tangle up in what little hair she can grab, tightening her hold as her teeth graze his lips in an unspoken question. The nip earlier hadn't evoked a negative response as far as she could tell.

While she waits for some show of preference, she experiments with resting more of her body against him, careful to keep it light and using her free arm to hold most of weight. He's so small and this only makes it more obvious. ]

[ He's so eager to please her that he probably couldn't tell her what he likes, even if she asked. But the roughness - that makes his breath hitch, and a sigh escape him as her teeth scrape skin. And the more he can feel her over him the more flushed his face gets. Miles very much enjoys being the smaller party - fortunate, since he's probably never actually going to have a relationship with someone who's smaller.

He finally just pulls her in as close as he can, one hand moving to fist in the front of her shirt as the other goes to the back of her head. ]

[ She can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks and she can't help but smirk into the kiss. That's as close to a 'yes' as she'll get like this and she breaks up each kiss with occasional nips, eventually daring to bite harder if he reacts positively. If she breaks skin she'll pull back some on her assault.

Then there's that show of force of his own and she gladly settles in more firmly against him. He knows better how much body weight he can handle and nothing's cracked yet. ]

[ He's practiced, in fact, and thank god for that. He'd broken something the first time he'd tried to have sex - and the next two times after. Those had been unpleasant to explain to the ImpMil doctors ... He's careful to brace himself so as not to have all of her weight on top of him, and subtly shifts her if he feels too much pressure on a particular bone.

Otherwise he is furiously making out with a hot mercenary woman on the beach. Miles is very, very happy with this development, even - especially when she draws a bit of blood. Eventually, though, this is going to get to be rather too much for him to bear without being able to ... er, relieve himself at the end. He slows ever so reluctantly. ]

[ This close to him, it's hard not to notice where quite a bit of his blood is rushing. It was part of why she'd given him that warning, so there was no question where her line was.

When she feels him slowing in intensity, she pulls back enough to get a good look at his face and reaches to thumb gently at the cut on his lip. ] Getting hot under the collar?

[ He is beyond flushed, just completely red. Reddening even more so as her thumb brushes across his lip. ]

Afraid so. My apologies, you are just - exciting.

It's a good color on you.

[ It'll be hard to forget the look on his face next time she sees him. With some reluctance, she slides off of him, rolling onto the blanket beside him. Teasing: ] You've got that lean-to of yours if you need a moment.

[ Now he looks embarrassed, his face screwing up a bit. ]

I couldn't do that. Go off and - during the date, goodness. Rude in the extreme.

[ She elbows him, lightly of course. ] So you do have some shame.

[ There's a brief pause as she watches him out of the corner of her eyes. He's certainly different. Her focus shifts skyward as she says something that rarely crosses her lips. ] Thanks for setting this up.

A small amount, somewhere.

[ He shifts, a bit, to a more comfortable position. Ah ... that's good too. He's glad to drink in her expression just the same. ]

Of course. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[ She settles so one arm rests behind her head as a cushion while the one near him is by his side. When was the last time she took the time to stare at the stars like this? ]

I get the feeling you did too. Think you can top this on the second? [ Date, that is. He's earned her consideration for another one anyway. ]

[ He inches closer at that, leaning very lightly against her. Snorting just a little at that phrasing. ]

I'm going to try. Hard enough that even failure ought to be entertaining.

[ She doesn't doubt that one bit. If he succeeds this well, his failures must be amazing to watch. ]

If you haven't managed to talk your way into owning a vehicle yet, I can even pick you up next time. [ She remembers the approving look he had given the motorcycle when she first arrived. ]

[ Gosh. Miles immediately brightens at the prospect. ]

Could you give me a ride home too?

[ There's a quick glance at the wine before she remembers that's not an issue for her. Old habits and memories die hard. ]

Yeah, I can. I don't have an extra helmet, but you can use mine if you promise not to leave smudges on the visor.

Of course. I'll be exceptionally careful with it.

[ He can't help but grin a bit. ]

[ If he came by himself and didn't have a ride... She sits up to look around at everything he brought with him. ]

How did you get all of this here?

[ It's an impressive array, yes. ]

Tarps are waterproof. Blanket and food were delivered. The wine I carried too.

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I hope you cleaned the bottle off before chilling it. [ That's good to know, that he can take more than just people through with his teleportation ability.

Without a glance over at him, she reaches to give his hand a light squeeze before she's standing and ready to pack things up. ] Figure out what you want to take back, not all of it is going to fit in my bags.

I did, though the water I end up in is always perfectly fine. No sewage thus far.

[ That small gesture is enough to fluster him a bit; he reddens, taking it in. ]

... The wine and the tarps, if we can. The food we can leave for the seagulls. As much as I hate to waste it.

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