2Talis met the warmth of his green gaze that the azure of her own lacked. Fingers, icy cold to the touch, slid down Kit's chest slowly, exploring the rise and fall of muscles beneath the linen he wore. He exhaled softly; he was used to the cold that she radiated, but by no means was he prepared for the shiver of rare arousal that snaked up his spine. Talis noted this with a brief, yet understanding smile, standing on tiptoes once more to press another kiss to his lips.
It was returned with a soft, lingering passion. When they broke, he looked to her in silent question, making a subtle nod towards the bed. She nodded and slid towards it herself, pulling him along, her small, delicate hands gripping his own much larger ones. Talis found a perch on the edge, looking up to him as he stood before her. Shirt was discarded, the linen slipping to the floor unnoticed. He then fell to his knees, lips finding lips once more, quick, playful kisses shared in a never-ending game of affection. Fingers ascended to brush back loose strands of ebony from his gaze, her palm lingering on the velvet fur of his cheek, tracing along his jawline. Another shiver ran a course along Kit's back, and he shuddered slightly, looking to her curiously.
Talis had pulled away as well, leaning back on her elbows. Beneath the thin material of shirt she wore, the hint of pale, aroused nipples could be seen; she was in no better state than he. After a moment she reached down, hooking the edge of the t-shirt and pulling it up over her head. It joined his own garment on the floor.
Kit swallowed slightly. Never had he imagined she could be this beautiful. Breasts, small but attractive nonetheless, rose and fell with each breath she took, her cool, milky flesh almost made to be touched. Now that she had broken that barrier between them, he ached to see more of her, all of her, ached to feel her own bare flesh against his own fur.
Lips descended, brushing softly against her throat. Her eyes drifted closed, head tilting back instinctively. He slid his hands down her sides and then back up again only to fall over the swell of her breasts. She was icy to the touch, but he would never halt his actions; he needed her too much.
Her own palm fell to the back of his neck, sliding upwards into his hair. He exhaled against her throat, descending to brush his tongue against a nipple. This got a desired response; she herself shivered in longing, lips parting to echo a soft, nearly inaudible cry towards the ceiling. Kit was only spurred on further by this, tongue caressing even lower to tease against her navel.
However, he was stopped from any further movements by a slender finger hooking beneath his chin, lifting his gaze to hers. A frustrated exhale touched his lips, but it was not demanding or pleading. There was a soft understanding in both of their eyes.
Talis slid from beneath him to stand a foot or two away. Slowly, the buttons of her jeans were pulled open, and the garment was slid down silken flesh to crumple around her ankles, body now bared to him. He watched in silence, a feeling of gentle awe touching his expression. She was beautiful. Her abdomen was flat and muscled, the curves of her body slight but there. Tiny curls of dark blue trailed downwards between her thighs, disappearing in the darkness there. She stepped out of her pants, watching him all the while, his face, his eyes. His gaze lifted to meet her own, which was hard but manageable, and he beckoned her forward.
She slid onto his proffered lap, breasts level with the curve of his nose, thighs parted to touch on either side of him. She could feel the subtle hint of his own arousal between her legs, and she trembled in anticipation, giving him a nod to continue. He was more than happy to oblige. Hands slid beneath her gently, and he unhooked his own pants, shifting to free his length from the confines of the tight material. He shivered as well as the cool air assaulted him, and glanced to her once more to finalize her decision. She only nodded again.
A soft groan escaped his lips as hands fell to her waist and he slid slowly within the tight, cold wetness of her sex. She cried out in what could have been either pleasure or pain; it was hard to tell. He, however, wrapped muscled arms loosely around her seemingly fragile form, holding her closely to him, protectively against his body. Her own palms touched against the backs of his shoulders.
The dance began. Passionate but soft thrusts were taken deeply within her, each tempting a soft, muffled gasp from her lips. He was gentle with her, stopping at the faintest hint of pain, resuming when her pleasure was evident. When he could feel his own impending climax coming on, hand slid downwards between her thighs, thumb and middle finger parting her, index finger snaking upwards to massage passionately against her clit. Fingers tightened into his fur, and under only a second or two of this treatment coupled with his length deep within her, she spasmed in a long, powerful orgasm. His own was but a minute later. The twitching of her own muscles caressing his length, he groaned towards the ceiling, holding her tightly as the pleasure ripped through him. They both clung to each other tightly, exhausted.
Talis was the first to move, sliding from him to sprawl lazily beside him on her back. Her eyes drifted closed. Before long, he too rested down against her, reaching down for her hand and pulling it up to his lips. A soft kiss graced her knuckles. A smile touched her features, and when his arms wrapped around her waist, her palms fell against them. No words needed to be exchanged; the love and affection in their actions was all that was needed. His chin fell into the crevice of her shoulder, cheek against her neck. Sleep couldn't have come any sooner.