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You're from a whole other world

Characters: Lilith and Ogma
Date/Time: March 20th, early evening
Location: Ogma's home
Rating: R if Lilith has anything to say about it
Warnings: Lilith
Summary: The Demoness makes an unexpected visit.

Three hours she'd flown. L.A. had been interesting for most of the morning, but she had been restless. So she'd flown east, guided by an instinct she hadn't had in ages.

When she arrived at her destination, she snuck up to a lower level window and peeked inside. She didn't want to be seen yet. Panic was not something she was interested in causing here.

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Ogma sighed.
"This is not how I normally go about things," he said, "If I let this happen... I don't want either of us to regret it."

She smiled, sunny and sweet at that. Her hands snaked up around his neck and she pushed her body against him. "Oh I can promise that you won't."

Then she kissed him, a soft slow brush of her lips against his.

...well, let it not be said that he didn't try to resist her charms. He didn't mean for it to happen, it just... was. Still the next thing he knew, he was kissing her back, his strong arms wrapping around her slender form.

His effort had been valiant indeed. And appreciated in fact. She had much preferred that he'd made her work for it. If he'd fallen into her arms, well she might have actually been disappointed.

But this was far from disappointing.

She debated taking it slow to avoid possibly intimidating him. But then, they both knew why she'd come, as she'd made no bones about it. So she figured to hell with taking it easy. She broke their kiss for a moment so she could brace on his shoulders and pull herself up slightly, so she could wrap her legs around his hips.

Now with his hips snugly between her thighs, and her face now at his level, she smiled with satisfaction. "Better." And then she was kissing him again, this time a little more demanding.

He was plenty strong enough to hold her, but it was a slightly awkward position, so he soon found himself moving to deposit her very carefully on the bed.
"You're sure you want this?" he asked softly.

She gave him a look, and then without a word she peeled off the flimsy covering that dared to call itself a top and cast it carelessly away. She gave him a moment to take in the meaning of what she'd done. "Does this answer your question?" And then slowly she slide her hands over her breasts and down abs to her hips. Her thumbs hooked under the thin bands that held the last little nod to modesty on her body. "Or would you like me to be clearer?"

"...I suppose I'll take that as a 'yes'," he said, his long fingers reaching out to gently stroke the cleft between her legs.

"Mmm, yesss." She arched her hips slightly, eyes fluttering shut for just a brief moment of enjoyment. Then she was pulling off his tunic. "I want to see you."

No one could ever accuse Lilith of not knowing what she wanted.

Ogma smiled a little sheepishly, but soon pulled off the Celtic clothing, revealing his godhood in its natural glory.
"Better?" he asked with a grin.

She'd thank God but she didn't particularly like him, and imagined He felt the same way, so this wasn't his work. So she merely called herself one lucky girl.

Her eyes drank him in greedily, utterly unabashed. She traced the muscles of his chest down to his abs with her fingertips reverently. Then her eyes met his again and she smiled. "Much."

Ogma swallowed a bit nervously when he felt the thrill of her caress. Still, at this point there was no way he could deny the fact that he wanted her, try as he might have to resist it. Might as well go with it. That was one thing about Ogma--he never did anything halfway.

"Turnabout is fair play," he reminded her, partly teasing, and he moved to the thin straps of fabric over her hips. Oh, sure, if he'd wanted to he could have ripped it away like tissue paper, but all those years of marriage had taught him better than that. Instead, in a single deft motion, he slipped it right off her.

"You are very beautiful," he admitted softly.

She smiled at the compliment. "Thanks, it comes with the package." She appreciated his approval, but Lilith had a healthy ego level. She knew she was beautiful because she was supposed to be so. Of course, she still liked hearing it said.

And she had noticed the nerves. Normally, it would bring out the predator in her, but it had been a while for him, so she reigned herself in a little bit. She would take it slow for him. Well, slow-ish.

"You're rather magnificent yourself." She let her hands continue to explore the plains of his body, slowly moving lower to his hips, then his thighs. Her nails lightly scratched over his skin, teasing purposefully. And yes, she was avoiding the most prominent part of him on purpose.

He shrugged amiably.
"I try," he said with a smile.

His breath took on a ragged edge as she touched him. It had been a very long time since a woman had caressed him like that. Still, he knew to reciprocate, and lightly traced along her cheek, trailing down her neck and over her shoulder with his fingers.

Her wings twitched in reflex of his hand passing so close to them, but stayed close to her back out of their way. Her eyes searched his face, watched the shuddering rise and fall of his chest as she teased his skin. Finally her hand caressed the impressive length of him, cradling in her palm in a long, slow stroke from base to tip.

A low moan escaped Ogma's lips as she stroked him. Yes. It had definitely been too long since the last time he had done anything like this. For a little while, he just let her work, enjoying the sensations, until, to offer at least something in return for her efforts, his hand slid down to caress her breast, curving tenderly over the supple fullness, gently teasing the nipple.

Normally, a lack of reciprocation might annoy her, but Ogma was the exception to so many of her rules. She was enjoying watching how he reacted to what she did to him. She could spend hours just watching his face express his pleasure at her hands.

But that could keep for another night. When they weren't so pressed for time.

She claimed his mouth in another kiss, her hand a little more firm on him. "I'm ready when you are, love. Just tell me what you need."

He kissed her back, almost as insistent as she was.
"All right," he whispered, and he moved into position. He teased her a little, stroking gently with the tip, before sliding in with a soft groan.

She arched up into his slow thrust, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, savoring. And then she hooked a leg around his hip and began to move against him, initiation and encouragement all in one.

He nuzzled softly at her neck as he moved in fluid strokes.
"Tell me what you enjoy," he murmured. He was enjoying this, even if he was being a bit careful, mostly out of a sense of rustiness in his skills.

She laughed, a low throaty, almost wicked purr, "Everything." She nipped at his shoulder and then soothed the spot with her tongue. "You don't have to be so careful. I don't break."

He chuckled a little.
"I'm stronger than I look. I wouldn't want to hurt you. Or break the bed," he said, but he did pick up the pace somewhat.

He sighed with pleasure.
"It has been a long time since I've done anything like this..."

Incredibly moved by his admission, and what it implied about her, she kissed him again. But this one was different, sweet and tender. "Then do as you like, love. I'm happy to help you rediscover everything you've missed."

It was a lot for her to offer to him. She was used to taking control and deciding where things went during sex. But he was swiftly proving to be the exception to her rules.

He kissed her back eagerly this time. Ogma was a conscientious lover. He took his time, reacquainting himself with what it took to please a woman. His hands were always gentle, perhaps more so than necessary, almost out of fear of hurting her. He whispered to her snippets of poetry--Shakespeare, Lucretius, Song of Solomon--before starting to come up with his own odes to her beauty. All hinted at a streak of inventiveness, though he did keep things on the vanilla side for this first encounter with her.

After a while, his breath was hitching.
"I... I'm getting close..." he warned her.

She let him lead, and wasn't disappointed. In fact, more than once his sweetness had her swallowing back emotions. She found ways to hide her face from him in those moments, behind the toss of her hair, or nuzzling the curve of his throat, until she could compose herself. She didn't have the gift of words that he did, but she showed her appreciation with the skills she did possess.

By the time his warning came about, she was nearing her own completion. A timing that was also a novel experience for her. "Just...a little longer."

He smiled.
"I'll try," he said, "but you don't make it easy for a man to hold out."

A thought occurred to him.
"Ah... Where should I be...?"

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