It was an odd edge he flirted with so well, between gentle and firm. Lane's back arched as he captured a newly-freed nipple between his lips and teeth. Their gazes then met and her eyes were dizzy and half-lidded with arousal. Whatever concerns she had possessed, she had abandoned them. She realized that he had been honest with his intentions from the very moment they met, though she had assumed what he said about a late night was nothing more than a joke, perhaps James truly was the kind who's sarcasm always held shades of truth.<br/><br/>The bed was the right choice, and she did as he bid, sliding her arms tightly around his neck. Beds felt like intimate places, personal spaces that were to be shared with those she chose. As it stood, not many men had been in this room in this way, but there was something about James that simply intoxicated her. And it had been awhile. Too long. Needs that she had all but forgotten seemed to flutter to the surface, and all she wanted was more. More touching, more kissing, more of him.<br/><br/>His shirtless form cause her the break the haze of lust, as she watched him with curious eyes. He was back upon her and she lifted a hand to his flank and then up, fingers tracing the runes and markings on his chest as his own fingers began their exploration. Lane threw her head back and arched to his touch, moaning loudly when he mentioned how soft she was. Pleasure flooded her, pooling low within her and she reflexively contracted her inner muscles around his machinations. Lane bit her bottom lip, and pushed the thoughts about the markings on his flesh to the back of her mind. Later. Later she would investigate them, but now she could really not concentrate on anything other than the way his fingers curled within her and rubbed that exquisitely sensitive nub of nerves. He could have coaxed her to orgasm with complete ease if he continued, but she wanted to draw it out, to stay teetering on that delicious edge.<br/><br/>She turned her head so that her mouth could again capture his, her mouth started out open and pliant, but as she continued to deepen the kiss, she bit his bottom lip and pulled away. Her honey brown eyes looked up at him, fervent with need. Her hand that was not touching his chest slid downward until she caught his wrist. It took a fairly massive amount of willpower for her to push his hand backward, causing his fingers to slip from inside her. Lane kept her hold on his wrist and used it to leverage them both, rolling their positions until he was on his back and she was above him.<br/><br/>Her gaze held him for a moment, for some reason in the dim light of her room, she felt like she could get a real sense of how beautiful he was. Maybe it was the fact that she could see not only his face, but the runes and symbols, the pieces of him he had cobbled together, likely to prolong his existence. Lane removed the black cotton panties, but left the skirt on, it seemed like too much of a bother to deal with. She then moved to straddle his hips with her own, she bent at the waist and cupped the side of his cheek, pressing her lips against his. Their breath mingled as she pulled away and her next words came out more like pants than full of actual tone.<br/><br/>"I want you inside me," she said. "Please. I need you."<br/><br/>The last part came out as a plea, because she felt as if she might explode if he didn't fill her soon. If this happened again, they could slow and take their time. Lane would be lying to herself if she said she didn't want it to happen again, she did. Just as he had said he wanted to know so much more about her, she realized had a deep and building curiosity about him. What made him tick, where did all the runes come from, all of it. That and the fact that she was not exactly the casual sex type. She wanted to believe she was the long term relationship type, but she had no real evidence of that either.<br/><br/>Lane leaned up again, and her hands went to his pants, quickly undoing the fly and working to slide them down his hips. She considered making a quip about getting him out of his pants, but the need she felt was entirely too urgent for such a thing. Instead, one hand moved the waistband of his own underwear down and freed his erection. She palmed it then, giving it a few pumps before rubbing the head of his cock for good measure. Her hand slid back down him and once at the base, she angled her hips to thrust down onto him in one fluid movement.<br/><br/>"James," she breathed in a high pitched moan as he filled her. "Oh, gods...Please, please..."<br/><br/>After a moment of adjusting to his girth and length, she began to move over him, in careful, slow circles. She placed her hands on his chest, using her arms as support as she gyrated over him. He felt like a perfect fit, and all memories of the complications between them fell away. All that mattered was the more primal needs between them.