It is at least 1 year before the current RP's time.
WARNING: This scene contains mild nudity, heavy kissing, and almost-adult-like situations! Read at your own risk!
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He’d done that whole thing with Echo a while back. She was different though, because they mostly just smoked together, and sometimes did a couple of other things. He couldn’t remember what, but he was pretty sure it had happened. - Dmitry, Page 63
The sound of rustling clothing, of bodies getting closer and pulling apart, only to meet once more, filled the air with the sound of labored breathing and muttered names and words. Echo ran shaking hands through the locks of brown-black hair, down from that ponytail at last, and squinted in the darkness of the room-or maybe it was a closet, since there was a faint scent of cleaning supplies in the air-as she pulled the face in front her closer to capture another kiss, effectively stopping the moan that had tempted to rise out of her throat. She could feel his hands, one of them around her waist to keep her from pulling away again while the other was trying to creep its way between their bodies. She stiffened momentarily, but relaxed when her partner's hand didn't go to her chest, but simply rested above her heart, fingers rubbing the exposed skin tenderly, yet needfully.
Dmitry pulled away, far enough for Echo to see the hungry look in his eyes and smell the faint stench of alcohol, then lowered his head to kiss a trail from her left eye to the corner of her mouth, where another hungry kiss was given eagerly.
Tonight, Echo was submitting, to her most basic needs of hunger, Dmitry's persistent desires. For only one night that Dmitry probably wouldn't even remember happening due to his inebriated state, Echo would give in to his touches and kisses. Maybe she just really needed to let go of some sexual tension that had been building up within her for the past few weeks. Or maybe she just wanted to be experimental and see what would happen if she ever really approached her younger friend when he was drunk. She was sure of one thing, though.
As a tongue forced its way into her mouth, trying to tango with her own, she was forced to push away any coherent, logical thoughts and focus on Dmitry's hungry kissing and touching. The closet felt too small and warm, she swore she could hear her own heartbeat slamming in her ribcage. Pulling one hand away from Dmitry's hair, she let her hand wander under his shirt, finger tips running up his ribcage, over a pert n****e then back down to his ribcage. She continued to repeat her actions as they kissed, until she heard someone (-her or him?-) moan deeply and was stopped by Dmitry's hand, the one that had been resting over her heart.
His hand captured her's, lacing their fingers together (-almost lovingly-) and slamming the hand rather painfully against the spot next to her head, making Echo wince and pull away from their kissing. She gasped quietly, trying to drink in the rather stale air and looked at Dmitry. His lips were swollen from how much they had been kissing, and his chest moved up and down to recollect the breathe she stole from him. His eyes, brown and unfocused, were staring at the hand in his. Echo, still trying to regain some regular breathing pattern, whispered,
"Dmitry...babe. What is it?"
Dmitry's brown eyes met Echo's blue ones, a look of such strong want that she had to turn away from his gaze so she wouldn't get sucked into that air of...something; she couldn't find any words to describe the mood in the air. Her gaze was now on their laced fingers, her's were unmoving, only twitching slightly at the pressure from Dmitry's hand. His hand was clenching and flexing against her hand, seemingly unsure. But she wouldn't believe in that thought. She could feel Dmitry's warm breath on the base of her neck, could feel his lips press against her jumping pulse, and felt herself letting out a shuddered breath. Her eyes fluttered as he pressed slow, warm kisses along her neck and cheeks, almost feeling confused. What was taking him so long? Why wasn't he trying to screw her into the wall, like he usually did when he was drunk and had someone-boy or girl-in his presence? Was he trying to show restraint? It wasn't likely, since she had been so responsive to his kisses and touches.
Or maybe that alcohol was starting to get to him. Even Dmitry couldn't stop the effects of over-drinking from preventing a lay. His movements were getting sluggish and he seemed to be unsteady, even as he sucked at a very nice spot under her ear.
Echo couldn't help but gasp as the arm around her waist pulled her even closer, feeling a certain body part right up against her pelvic bone. Well, that certainly wasn't a flashlight in Dmitry's pants. Another gasp, this time from Dmitry in surprise, as Echo ducked her head down and kissed & sucked his collarbone, his heart, then his shoulder blade and buried her head there as he splayed his hand over her stomach, the hand almost loosening its grip on her own hand. The hand that was still locked in Dmitry's hair clenched unconsciously as she could barely hear his slurred whispers in her ear about how she should relax or else, a throaty chuckle vibrated through her body, he may accidentally hurt her. Echo frowned slightly at his humor despite the situation, pulling her face from his shoulder to look at him.
Being this close to him, she could practically taste all the alcohol he drank before he had dragged Echo into the storage closet, pushed her up against the wall with ease, and started kissing her. He smelled so earthy and so sweet, due to the fact that he had smoked a few joints before drinking those beers, she couldn't help but return his kisses and wonder if she could taste the remnant flavor of the weed on his tongue. She had to admit that he tasted wonderful, even if the rational part of her mind was telling her otherwise.
The part of her mind that told her she was going to regret all of this later in her life. The part that usually reminded her how close Dmitry was to being hedonistic sometimes and that she'd just end up--
Her eyes fluttered and, almost frustrated, she held back the urge to just tackle Dmitry to the ground and get it all over with, as he continued to tease the mortifying hell out of her. Though his actions were getting more and more slower, he seemed to be reverently determined to go full out as he ran one of his hands slowly under her bra while the other made indescribable patterns on her exposed thighs. Both of their clothes, of course, had been either unbuttoned (Echo) or just pulled off and cast aside (Dmitry); Echo's blouse had been unbuttoned, her skirt pulled down to her knees while Dmitry had just torn off his jacket and shirt, his pants still intact. She could feel his hands, his mouth, his breathe hovering over her chest, as she pressed her face into the top of his head, inhaling that earthy scent once more. Echo could hear his breathing quickening, her own following, as he hooked both thumbs into her underwear and slowly tugged them downward...
Echo had no idea when she closed her eyes, but when she felt a heavy, unmoving weight leaning against her legs, she opened them. And saw a surprising sight. Dmitry, who had been on his knees in front of her legs, was currently slumped over and resting his head against her stomach. Her eyes widened as she took his shoulders and crouched down to his height. Echo used one hand to steady Dmitry's unmoving body, while the other hand felt the pulse in his neck. Still had a heartbeat, thank goodness. Echo would be sorely disappointed in him if he had suddenly died while almost having sex with her, especially when she had almost been tempted to just let things go with the flow...
A soft mumbling noise snapped Echo out of her thoughts, making her tilt Dmitry's head upward so she could see his face. She blinked. He...was unconscious? Echo didn't know whether to laugh, because Dmitry had been stopped by alcohol of all things, or to sigh in relief, but she did know that something like this wouldn't be happening again for awhile. After laying Dmitry down on the closet floor, Echo fixed her panties and skirt, buttoning up her blouse as she stared down at his face with a curious expression. Dmitry looked fairly debauched, despite not having sex; with his swollen lips, unbuttoned pants and small red marks on his neck and collarbone where she had nipped at him, he looked like he had gotten a fairly good session. Hell, it still looked like he was a bit hard, which made Echo blush in surprise. However, it would probably be for the best if she herself didn't tell him what had happened tonight. Nodding to herself, Echo finished fixing herself. She'd go to the bathroom to see how much the two of them had fooled around. It was a good thing both of them knew the host of the big party they had been at, or else they would probably be in trouble for monopolizing the closet.
Echo smiled at how peaceful Dmitry's face looked, and couldn't help herself when she bent down to kiss him gently on the forehead, the way he would do to her when they always parted from each other's company.
"Good night, babe." The door shut with a quiet click.
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But that was wonderful! <3