OOM: It can Happen To You

[withamagicword]

His room was lit by candles, there were flowers everywhere, and insense as well.

He sat in a seat and waited to see if she would come. He wore a well-fit dress suit and music played from a small cd player he had managed to get. He was nervous but he knew exactly what he wanted and he was ready.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph gives him that smile only he ever sees, and pulls his briefs around his ankles and off. That leaves her face at a perfect height to just ... breathe, hot and slow, glancing up with a gleam in her eye.

[withamagicword]

He groans, not sure if she is going to do what he thinks she is, but the breath feels hot, and her eyes, the look is so damn sexy and all he wants is her.

He runs one hand through her hair, eyes burning with his desire and care for her.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Why, yes. Yes, she is.

It's a whole night of new experiences for Billy, innit?

[withamagicword]

He groans, shivering, and his ehad hits the pillow.

::Oh. My God...::

Pleasure flows along the link.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Ooh. Mind link. Steph'd nearly forgotten.

She opens it wider, sharing her own pleasure at doing this for him, her delight at being able to make him happy, her love of the way he tastes and smells and looks.

[withamagicword]

He groans and returns the favor, letting her see what each movement does to him and feel exactly how good she is making him feel and also curling a tingue of love around her and l;etting her know, none of this means nearly as much to him as she does.

He groans aloud then.

::Oh... Oh, wow...::

[alwaysroomforhope]

It only gets better. Steph smiles - well, mentally, at least, considering. She's only done this a few times before, and never with such awesome results. And - it's Billy. His regard for her - his love, she'll say it - that makes a lot of difference. She's warm all over, emotionally and physically, just from knowing that.

[withamagicword]

He's biting his lip now, shivering and the pleasure is just... wow... he has never felt anything remotely like this and... wow.

::Steph - Guh... mmnn wow....so...amazing...::

His body seems to know what it wants though and he starts shuddering. THis he knows, though he has nver done this and his next ghought is more tightly controlled.

::I think i am going to come soon...::

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph licks a slow spiral up and down.

::Good.:: It's just pure pleasure in her mind's voice, selfless in a way she's rarely been before. ::That's what I'm aiming for.::

[withamagicword]

He groans at this release, at this knowledge she is okay with it, and just at the sheer wanting of her and comes, hard. It is the first time like this, with someone, with this intensity and it seems to shift his mind and body entirely. He cries out as he shakes.

::Oh my god.... Stephhhhhhh::

[alwaysroomforhope]

Yeeep, that's pretty much the noise she was aiming for. She isn't a big fan of the taste or texture, but for Billy she hardly even notices it - just licks her lips, and then slides up his chest to kiss his mouth again.

[withamagicword]

And his kiss is hot and fevered and he pulls her close.

::You are amazing. I never imagined... at all. That was... wow.::

He kisses her passionately. She is just amazing to him, completely so.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She grins and ducks her head. "I haven't done it very often. I'm glad it was okay."

[withamagicword]

"Steph... I obviously dont have anything to compare it to, but, for me? For here and now? It was better than okay. It was amazing. You are amazing and I love you so much. You are so patient with me, so loving."

he kisses her gently, stroking her sides.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph deepens the kiss, one hand drifting up to stroke through his hair.

It isn't patience, as far as she knows. It's just - it's all for him. It wouldn't occur to her to be any other way.

::Love you,:: she lets him know, again.

[withamagicword]

He smiles softly at her.

"I want to make you feel as good as you have made me... and I dont know how. Do you... can you tell me? Show me?"

He looks at her, wanting to please her and show her that desire.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's eyes widen. She's never had anyone offer that before.

::I ... don't actually. I mean, I could guess, but nobody's ever... Well, we could just see what works?::

[withamagicword]

"May I try?"

He blushes.

"I dont know if I will be any good, but I would... I mean... I really owuld like to make you feel as good as you kjust made me feel."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph giggles, against his mouth. "Only if you want to."

But she likes the idea.

[withamagicword]

He grins at her, biting his lip and then scoots down her body, slowly giving little licks and nips along the way.

::Just let me know... how it feels and if I do it okay?::

he reaches his goal and looks for a long moment, breathing her in, then tries what she did, a long breath, hot breath, directly... there.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph gasps. ::That's. Um. More than okay.::

[withamagicword]

With that assurance, he lowers his head and proceeds. He isnt sure really what he is doing, but he thinks to what she did and tries to mimic it as well as he can with different parts.

He feels an excitement growing as he works at it. Giving pleasure, making her, Steph, feel better? Is amazing.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph, for her part, spent all of her life and most of her death so far training her body to do almost anything she asked of it. She's more in tune with her body than she is with her mind, sometimes; where things confuse her, she uses action to sort them out.

And every emotion, every feeling, is easily read, writ large on her form. Where Tim Drake's mask serves to blank out everything, Steph, even masked, finds it so very difficult not to project everything she's feeling.

Which is all to say that she's rather responsive to Billy's explorations, and rather obviously so. And when she's shaking and arching her back, hands fisting in the sheet, she really isn't sure whether she's moaning ::Billy:: or ::God::, or whether there's even a difference - if she's worshipping anyone right, he's right there between her legs.

[withamagicword]

And her joy, her pleasure, drives him onward. He applies himself, responding to what makes her moan and groan and backing off when nothing happens. His hands grip her hips, holding her down there as he gives her everything he has, loving this. Loveing giving to her.

::So amazing, so beautiful, so delicious...::

Pleasure come from his side too.

[alwaysroomforhope]

::oh, God.::

It's his love that pushes her over the edge, in the end; it's the love they share, the fact that it's them. It's Billy. She doesn't scream; it's just a breath and the tension rushing out, and she moans his name and sinks back, noneless, into the pillows.

::God, Billy. That was. Uh. That - wow. Wow.::