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[After the rather disastrous end to his "battle" in the chess match, Luke is having a grand old time hacking and slashing away at the trunk of a tree in some secluded area with his knife. After a while he gets irritated with ...something; the tree, himself, the knife, who knows? Either way he cries out in general frustration and throws the knife aside and stalks a few feet from it, clicking his lighter with his hands cupped around his face. After a few clicks, he pulls the lighter away and exhales a mouthful of smoke, cigarette in his hand.] Tch.

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[ Shudders violently upon burying himself completely and latches onto her neck at a particularly loud noise, only releasing her once a sizable mark is made. ] Ngh...

[Hooks her legs around him again, sort of clinging by every possible aspect of the word, eyes scrunched closed and mostly quiet. She's purring again.]

[ Oh Lorelei. There's the briefest of pauses in his not-rhythm when the purring reaches his ears -- noticeable by one thrust being two beats worth -- before the movement becomes an all out pounding, a hand kneading at her hip. ]

[Continues to purr for a handful of seconds into his meat-tenderizing, before she clings tighter and starts to gasp rhythmically into his ear.]

[ Scrambles to wedge his remaining hand beneath her back and force her hips to meet his own with each thrust, his breathing growing more frenzied by the moment. ]

[Cranes her neck and gnaws on his earlobe a bit, stifling a quiet cry.]

[ Mutter a rather colorful curse and something about a 'damn replica' as he shifts sideways, petting at her abdomen. ]

[Shifts a bit, though still clinging pretty tight to him, and runs her tongue distractedly over his throat.]

[ Pounds into her again and this time grinds, with the occasional involuntary jerk, and makes a guttural noise of approval at her licking. ]

[Continues with the licking, then. We do hope you're not expecting us to beat you to the punch, as girls generally don't.]

[ Not at all; we just want to make sure the experience is the best possible thing ever before going off the deep end. And to do so, his hand drifts lower and plays with her nub again. ]

[Oh okay. We just didn't want you to be holding out on our account or anything. The nub-play will get you a delicious little sound erupting from the back of her throat before she really realizes it, and her head lolls backward away from his neck limply for a moment.]

[ Girls are still fairly unexplored territory, but he has noticed that little factoid. Always one to jump at an opportunity, he uses the respite as a chance to ravish the underside of her chin briefly, until his awkward thrusts make it impossible. Still playing down there, mind you. ]

[Would likely find his awkwardness rather endearing, were she more coherent. Makes a pleasant little sound at the entire ordeal, frowning at the amount of effort it takes to bring her head back upright.]

[ She'll probably have plenty of time yet; he's not likely to get any less awkward at this point. Still hampered by their lack of anything resembling a rhythm, he squirms in a vain attempt to support for her head while struggling with the tension growing in his loins. Twists his fingers, fixing a heated stare on her with the eye not covered by his bangs. ]

[Eyes him, vaguely coherent, and makes an inquiring sound.]

[ Presses forward into her one final time with just enough breath left for a very hushed response. ] I love you... [ Abruptly captures her mouth as he comes, hugging her possessively to his chest. ]

[Isn't entirely sure she heard that, due to a handful of different things. A.) what, B.) Hey this is a different experience entirely than this happening in the other end! C.) Kissings are nice, as are possessive huggings. Regardless, she'll kind of latch herself bodily to him for all she's worth, wriggling around until with a choked little sound into his lips she joins him in ecstasy and her hold loosens a bit.]

[ Given that the distinctly female areas are worlds apart from the parking garage, the wondrous sensations that accompany it shouldn't be too surprising. But then, this is Luke. Never was the brightest bulb. The contracting muscles make original and wings quiver in delight, with the rustle of feathers being the only sound coming from him. Still lost amongst the haze typical of release he abruptly descends to cover her smaller form with his own. ]

[Kind of squeaks in surprise when he falls against her but keeps her hold on him, breaking her lips from him and nuzzling a bit, lazily.]

[ Sorry about turning you into a squishy replica pancake, Luke. Only not really; she's so very soft and warm, and he's content to drop his forehead against her damp shoulder with a hum. ]

[You're not that heavy anyway, so it's not terrible. If it gets to be a problem we'll roll over or something. ...Purrs.]

[ And promptly fall right off the bench, hmm? D-damn that noise. It does funny, wonderful things to him. Drags a hand through the ends of her hair. ] Mm...

[There's a bunch of clothes on the floor, we'd be fine. ...I think. Nuzzles a bit at his neck.]

[ ...uh huh. Not that we'd let that happen anyways. Cracks an eye open to peer at her, absently seeking out her lips. ]