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Sage caught her look and chuckled. Before he could tease her about it though, she'd kissed him again, and by the time she'd pulled away a light blush had formed on his face. He gave her a cocky grin though, humming lightly as he felt her hand drift lower, her words sending a thrill down his spine. His blush deepened, his mind not really quite awake enough to know how to respond that one. "Delicious, huh," he sort of mused after a moment, looking up at her and trailing his fingers along her arm lightly. "What were you dreaming about that woke you up with such ungodly desires," he teased after a moment, knowing exactly what she was hinting at. He was already leaning into her touch, eager to partake in whatever she wanted...but he could make her wait. Make her want him just a little bit more. |
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Jora's grin turned wicked at Sage's teasing, her hands kneading. "Maybe I dreamed about you," she purred, leaning down to nuzzle her nose against his throat. "About all the delicious things we could do together." She dragged her lips along his jawline, punctuating each word with a nip and suckle. |
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Sage could feel his blush deepening further as she spoke, but tilted his head back when she moved down his throat, breath hitching. "Well, maybe it doesn't all have to be a dream," he purred, though it was slightly breathless already, despite her barely doing anything. Yesterday had been a spur of the moment thing...desperate. There was no reason she couldn't play around now. Find his sweet spots, figure him out a little bit. Have fun. |
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Jora let out a throaty chuckle at Sage's words, her hand stroking him as she bent down to nuzzle the growing bulge in his pants. "Oh, I think it could be so much more than just a dream," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "And I fully intend to make it a reality." After a morning of fun, Jora snuggled into Sage's side. She enjoyed listening to his steady breathing. |
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Sage had let out a slight whine when he heard her voice, her touch moving downwards, more than happy to let her mess around for a while. He would've responded to her comment, except he couldn't form any words by then. By the time she was finished, he was panting but a grin was lingering on his face. "So much for doing nothing," he sort of teased her after a moment, shifting to curl up with her, not even caring his clothes were long gone by then. They'd both enjoyed themselves....he certainly wasn't upset with how this lazy day had gone. |
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Jora watched with a soft smile as Sage responded to her teasing touch. The way his body reacted, the slight whine that escaped his lips, made her heart flutter. It was hard to believe that a simple lazy day could take such a delightful turn. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to form words that barely made it past the breathless moments they shared. As Sage curled up beside her, his grin lingering like a warm glow in the dim light, Jora couldn't help but chuckle softly. "So much for doing nothing," he teased, his voice laced with playful exhaustion. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the way he let himself relax into her, carefree and unguarded. In that moment, Jora felt a wave of contentment wash over her. The day's simplicity and their unexpected connection felt profound. Clothes were nothing compared to the intimacy they had found together, and she couldn't shake the warmth blooming in her chest as they settled into each other. She was grateful for how this day had unfolded, grateful for the way they had both let go and embraced the spontaneity of it all. This was more than just a lazy day; it was a memory woven into the fabric of their shared experience, and she savored every second of it. |
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Sage just grinned over at her when she pulled her fingers through his hair. It had come undone due to their earlier activities, and he normally would have put it back up, but he rather liked the feel of her nails running along his scalp, so he'd left it down this time. It had been a long time since he'd just let it fully down, and it was definitely longer than he rememebred it being. Then again he hadn't cut it in a while either, so he supposed it made sense. He'd moved to tangle their legs back up together as they curled up again, settling down happily as the adrenaline faded slowly. "Is there anything else you've decided you want to do today, then," he sort of msued after a moment, half teasing but also half serious. He didn't care what happened...what movie she wanted to pick out, what food they wanted to eat. He was just glad to be with her. |
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Jora paused, her fingers still lightly brushing through his hair, feeling the soft pull of the strands between her fingertips. There was something about the way it felt now, longer than she remembered, that made her smile. She never imagined he'd let it down like this—letting it fall loose, just like how he was with her right now: open, unguarded, and comfortable. His question brought her back to the present, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, now that you mention it,” she began, voice light, teasing, “I was thinking we could just *do this* for the rest of the day.” She shifted a little, pressing closer, as if to make her point. “Nothing complicated, just... you, me, and however long we can stay like this before the world insists on getting in the way.” The warmth of his skin against hers, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it was perfect, effortless. “But,” she added with a laugh, “if you really want to go do something *productive*, I guess we could start with food... maybe dessert, first? I’m in the mood for something sweet.” She didn’t really care about any of it though. Sage was enough. |
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Sage chuckled softly when she rolled her eyes, just grinning over at her with a sort of light hum. "I think doing this all day would be wonderful," he noted lightly, rolling his own eyes in response to her next comments. "Dessert," he mused. "What, I wasn't delicious enough for you," he teased lightly, really just joking around by then. Something sweet did sound good though, he could admit....so now he was wondering what they wanted to make. "We could bake something," he noted lightly, really just suggesting the idea. He wasn't sure what all they had already made. He didn't exactly have desserts at the ready on a pirate ship, so they wouldn't have brought it with them to the island. He really was enjoying himself though....he hadn't expected the day to end up like this, but it was certainly quite nice. |
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Jora raised an eyebrow at Sage's playful words, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. She could already see where this was going. "Delicious enough for me, huh?" she teased, folding her arms as she leaned back slightly. "Well, you *are* quite the distraction, I'll give you that." But then her thoughts shifted, her hands already instinctively starting to roll the idea around. "Dessert, though..." Her eyes sparkled, the wheels in her head turning as she scanned the meager supplies they had. "We could make something," she said thoughtfully, her tone shifting into that confident, chef-like rhythm. "I know we don't have much to work with, but if we have anything like flour and sugar, I can make us a decent quick cake or maybe a crumble. Hell, even a pie if you're patient enough." She glanced at him with a teasing grin. "How long are you willing to wait for dessert? Because I can make it worth your while." Jora let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the playful banter, but her mind was already sorting through the ingredients they'd have to work with. "We'll make it work. Who says a pirate can't have their cake and eat it too?" |
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