Beating our Hearts

He had been rubbing her nipples with his finger and thumb, and as he broke their kiss he trailed his mouth down her neck and chest, listening to her heavy breaths as an indication to continue. Her skin's new-found suppleness made it all the more easy for him, and he removed his left hand to kiss her free breast, sucking on her nipples and playing with them with his tongue. He proceed to let his right hand play with her still, but he began to trail it down her stomach.
His breathing too was becoming heavier, and it was easy to lose all paitence, however he was also enjoying teasing and watching her, and he tried desperately to bring her to make a sound.

She gasped as he trailed his hand down her stomach in anticipation of what was to come. It was almost so she did not care if anyone came up anymore, he was all she needed. It could be the two of them against the rest. Her mind was foolish and lovecrazed, and she knew all too well how insane the idea was, and yet it was sweet, filling her with happiness. She needed no one else.
Her face was flushed, and if her goosebumps were not evident enough, her hard breathing and occassional arch of her body were. He was watching her she knew, taking in every new expression, and she smiled playfully at him with this knowledge. At least this part was familiar.
"Don't tell me you're playing games again," she whispered seductively at him before stealing another hungry kiss.

He grinned. 'Now why would I ever do that?' he smirked, but as he did so he moved his hand downwards and past the material of her jeans. His other hand joined it, and he moved off her so he could help remove them eagerly.
Regardless of if they weren't supposed to be mocking one another, he would still enjoy taking the upper hand over her. Besides, he could not deny that the sounds she made were music to his ears, and he kissed down her stomach as he pulled her jeans downwards.
'Don't worry, you shall get your turn soon enough' he said, already growing himself in anticipation.
With her jeans off he parted her legs and teasingly kissed her inner thigh, not letting himself touch anywhere near where he knew she wanted him to. Instead his hands stroked the skin of her legs, awaiting paitently.

"You bastard," she laughed, but her heart was fluttering and the tingling sensation of great anticipation was taking over her body. She didn't know how long she'd be able to keep lying still before her movements decided to beg him for attention. She found out soon enough it didn't last long, and before she knew it she was arching her back, pressing herself against his lips. She wanted more.
She made a mental note out of taking her revenge when the time came, and smirked to herself at the idea. This was a game she always won, and even if he had forgotten that, she had certainly not. It may seem he had the upper hand, but surely that would not last long.

He quickly moved his mouth away from her, not letting her get what she wanted just yet. Instead he moved his hands up her thighs, letting his fingers rest either side whilst his thumbs slowly rubbed her though her underwear. He was torturously slow, and he couldn't help but enjoy her frustration.
'Oh I'm sorry' he smirked. 'I thought we were taking our time.'
Gently he kissed up her thighs once more, this time drawing closer to where she wanted him.

"Seems like you're wasting it," she replied, but moaned softly, not louder than she dared.
She looked down at him, the long dark tangle of his hair framing his face. It was almost as dark as his eyes, almost.
She laid back, surrendering to his touch. For now he was in control, and there was nothing she could do to make him stop torturing her. Though she tensened her muscles occassionally and moaned in frustration she did not speak up again, knowing this would only make him prolong this further.

He smiled at her moans, finally satisfied to continue, and he pulled down her underwear slowly as she helped to kick them off.
He then let his hands rub her gently, knowing she was already wet but wanting the confirmation. He then leaned forward to kiss her clit suddenly, letting his tongue roll around whilst his hands kept her hips held down, rubbing circles against her skin. He licked inside her, playing to the sounds she made, and his hands gripped against her as he held her up against his mouth to contine.

The gasp that escaped her lips was dangerously close to a scream, and she let a hand cover her own mouth to calm herself down.
She still wanted more, but this was already more than she could ask for from him. Pleasure shot through her body in electric jolts, making her gasp against her own palm. As always a sort of guilt shot through her as well, an emotion she felt every time she let herself be close to him. Her instincts were still telling her to stab him, exorcise or kill him. A part of her still longed to do so, but she could never, she knew as much.

He occassionally let his eyes flit upwards to look at her, and he smiled at the look of pleasure in her before focusing once more on what he was trying to do. He let all of his attentions remain focused on her clit, which he teased and hummed against, whilst he gave his hands free roam of her body once more. He nuzzled and kissed demandingly against her, repeating the gestures that produced the most sound from her, and he too gently moaned against her as he paitently awaited his turn.

"Stop it!" she blurted and sat up, pushing him off of her. It was far easier than she had thought it would be, but was too flushed to think of the connection to the demon blood. She couldn't stand it anymore, and he was taking far too much pleasure in having the upper hand.
A wicked smile spread across her lips as she forced herself on top of him, kissing him fiercely while fiddling with his pants.
"My turn," she whispered seductively and started kissing his chest, down to his stomach, and further down. Slowly, teasing him.

He groaned in protest, but he had waited too long to complain. Surpsingly she had been able to get him off her easily, but he had equally not put up much of a fight, and as soon as she started to kiss him all thoughts were gone in his mind except the growing need and desire within him.
He sighed as the blood rushed to his skin, and he gripped his fists to hold back. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, and he did all he could to resist. 'I hope you aren't planning on acting foolishly' he sighed, his breathing already tighter.

"I believe that's in the eye of the beholder," she smiled wickedly and slowly pulled his pants off. She smiled wider when she realized he was already more than excited enough, and continued to stroke and kiss his inner thighs as well as his lower stomach. She refused to touch him where he wanted her to.
She blowed on his member gently, letting him feel the warm air of her mouth, it was all she would allow him for now. She refused to give more until it was evident to them both she was now in control, refusing to let him have the upper hand again.

He took sharp, ragged breaths, and he could feel his lower body shudder in impaitence, which he silently cursed himself for allowing. However she was driving him crazy, and his face contorted with pleasure as he desperately awaited her touch. Every time her mouth touched his skin it felt like it burned him, and he could not bare it. As she blew against him he let out an estranged groan in frustration, and giving up trying to hide it he raised his hips in desperation.

"Don't play games with me Rin, you'll always lose," she smiled mockingly before she took him in her mouth, stroking his inner thighs to pleasure him further as she let her mouth move up and down his member. Once in a while she would glance up at him to see his reaction, but his sounds were enough.
She let her hands slowly slide up towards his stomach, wanting to feel more of his skin. Though she now had the upper hand, she could not deny she longed for him as much as he was. She supposed she was just better at hiding it. In any case, she wanted him, and she wanted him soon.

He closed his eyes and moved his head back as he let out frantic gasps and ever-loudening groans, whilst his hips moved erractically against her. She always managed to get him to this frenzied state, and yet she never allowed him to do the same, and infuriated he tried to keep the same self-control she did. However this soon failed him, and he shook his head in a mumbled protest.
'Stop... or I'll..' he muttered admist gasps, not wanting to cum so quickly and reveal the ultimate weakness. Not that it would particularly matter- he would still have her either way, but he enjoyed having some form of control when they were acting mutual, and this just reinstating the opposite.

She stopped as soon as he asked her to, but knowing his reasons she couldn't help but smile wickedly down at him as she crawled on top of him, letting her naked body rest on top of his, simultaniously letting her hands slide across his body, feeling his bare skin. The skin which only belonged to her, at least for now. For now, it was only the two of them, and she could block the rest of the world out.
"Shhh," she told him as she kissed his lips to quieten him. She was still slightly worried, though not as much as before.

He sighed out in recovery, taking her lips and kissing her hungrily, but keeping quiet was the last thing on his mind. He brought his hands up and around her to feel her figure, and his hips rubbed against her with a need that still burned through him. He tried to position and find her entrance, only seeking relief now, and frustrated he awaited her help. He was all but an animalistic mess now, and his feet pulled at hers to try and part her legs whilst his hands grabbed her ass.

She kept her smile, though her face was flushing bright red with excitement, and she only ignored his attempts for a short moment before she helped him, letting him enter her painfully slowly, and laying her entire body against his, wanting to feel as much of him as she possibly could.
She gasped as he pressed against her inner walls, kissing him hungrily and biting gently on his lower lip. It was far from enough to draw blood, and she hoped far too little to worry him, but she still stopped as soon as she realized it could be misunderstood.

As he entered her it drew a long groan from him, which only stopped when she bit his lip, dragging him back to reality, and his pulled away from her mouth so she couldn't. This wasn't about blood, at least not for him, and he hoped the same of her. Instead he wrapped his arms around her neck and rested his head against her skin, breathing deeply as he rose his hips and awaited her movements. He didn't have the energy to complain to her, and instead he was only focused on getting what he needed.

She sighed as he pulled away from her, her heart sinking quickly, but she did not let him see her pain. No wonder he did not trust her.
She moved her hips, following his rythm and doing all she could to pleasure him further. His gasps and moans were more important to her than her own pleasure, and surprisingly she realized the only person she managed to put before herself was a demon. She smiled amused at the thought.
"I thought you were a bad boy," she said almost laughing remembering she had once told him these were the types of guys she preferred. "I know you can do better than that," she whispered teasingly as she leaned in against his lips once again.

He frowned at her mockery, raising his head to kiss her hungrily as if that was enough of a response. His hands moved down to her hips, and he moved his hips more rapidly up into her as he gasped and groaned once more.
'I've got..' he said admist groans and thrusts, 'black fucking eyes. If thats not good enough for you I can't say what is' he smirked, as he kissed her once more. Impaitent however he rolled her over so he could lie on top of her, and he smiled down at her as he increased the pace against her. His eyes closed in delight, and he let his hand go down to rub her clit as he groaned incoherantly, and he fell against her as he lost control.

She was tempted to tell him yellow would be better, but held her tounge. Even if it would not have been crossing the line, it was a blatant lie. The yellow-eyed demon held no interest to her, and she did not long for the nausiated state she got in when her lips touched his. Just the memory made her sick, and she pushed it away with great force as she looked into Rin's black ones. They were much better.
She smiled at him from under him, letting him know she was still in control, though she let him be on top. She could easily push him off again, she could feel the strength running through her veins from the recent intake of demon blood. She wondered if this was how Rin felt outside of these walls.
"It's a start," she mocked and kissed him deeply, letting her tounge play with his as their bodies movies together in an intimate dance that lead to moans and gasps on both of their parts, Miriam's a little more hushed than Rin's.

He grew irritated at her mockery, and he rubbed her clit harshly as he tried to hold off his own release. He moved one of his hands to support himself once more, and moved against her in a frenzied manner as he gasped and moaned against her lips.
'I'm afraid if this doesn't satisfy you then I can always go to more extremes' he said admist breaths, smirking knowing she would not want him to hurt her. However he could not mock her for long, as the pleasure got almost too hard to bare, and his groaned out almost in protest as he knew he was close.

She would not climax, his movements were far too violent and rapid for that, causing her more discomfort than pleasure. She didn't care, she did not care for it at all, the pure pleasure of penetration was nothing she had even longed for. She simply wanted to be close to him, feel her heart beat hard in her chest as she felt his skin against hers, and enjoy the sickening feeling she had grown to love when she kissed his lips.
He was not the only one she had been with, but the only one who had ever made her feel like this. Before this day she had thought the notion of love was only an illusion people believed to have something to live for, and though she shared a profond bond with her family before their death, she had never experienced the feeling of being in love. Now that she thought she knew its meaning, and the confession was ready on her tounge, she could not make herself say the words. Now, when she had finally found a man she could long for, she was forbidden from speaking the words.
The cruel truth stung her heart, and though she held her tounge her heart still beat harder and harder as if wanting to force out the truth she dared not tell him. She already had once too many times, and it had clearly been a mistake more than anything. She could never utter those words again.
"This is more than enough," she ensured him instead, laying her lips forcefully against his, more to shut up both her tounge and mind.

He let out a sudden gasping moan against her lips as he felt himself release, and although he knew she had not the pleasure he received was enough to block that from his mind. He also could not help but think that if she had not been stubborn and let him earlier then she would have, and he continued to let out moans against her lips as he slowly rode it out, finally collapsing against her.
He closed his eyes as he took deep breaths, resting still against her skin. He kissed her neck gently, as if appeasing their minor row, but he would not outrightly apoligise. He looked up at her and fiddled with her hair once more, before kissing her to break the silence.