It's NOT a date... (Arc/Lani, Private-ish)(NSFW)

He was glad that she looked to be happy with the things he was doing. Careful not to bump Phoebe against anything on his way, he headed further into the apartment. He seemed to be heading to the bedroom, though hesitated for a moment as he passed the main living space which was a tad closer. If nothing else showed he was bordering on impatience, that was it... Although he ended up going to the more comfortable of two locations in the end, placing Phoebe atop the bed.

Almost immediately, she moved to grab him by the front of his shirt, tugging him closer to reclaim his lips. He had her, hook line and sinker, and, if only for now, she was embracing it fully. He'd find her just as pliable throughout their time there.

Since he just finished placing her down, the tug on his shirt was enough to bring him off balance just enough to give a sound of surprise. That was all that that led to, as he would have started the kissing back up even she hadn't. He braced himself above her with a knee as he took hold of one of her hands again, his other landing at her waist.

A pleasant hum followed his actions, and she moved to comply to his touch, kissing him eagerly. Her nerves felt like live wires, the excitement building. Fuck, as long as he didn't give lovey dovey on her she cold continue like this for hours.

Eagerness was evidently in no short supply for either of them and clearly neither was in any hurry to cut things short. Jay just wanted to give in to each of the feelings mixing around inside him, though the primary for that moment was no doubt lust; though the consequences of doing such they would both have to deal with in due time...

Phoebe had a habit of trying to outrun time, and most especially the problems and consequences of her actions. Too enthralled in the moment, she pushed aside the notion of giving way to emotions, pursuing lust. Later, she'd play things casual again. Later. Later.

Later, they'd both have things to accomplish. For now, it seemed, all that lust was all that mattered. Still locked to her lips, Jay slowly, teasingly, worked the hem of her top upward, purposefully hooking his fingers underneath it to make the action all the more stimulating.

She squirmed beneath his touch, eager and all too willing, refusing to break the kiss as she moved in an attempt at disrobing either herself or him, though she doubted he'd allow her the chance at either. All the while, the words that swarmed her head and threatened to consume her danced at the edges of her lips, begging for release while she refused it. She wouldn't say it. There was nothing to say. Their bodies said enough and her heart could be silenced, could be stifled. These things never lasted anyway. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last. Surely. Surely it wouldn't.

Jay didn't let go of one of her hands as he teased her. That changed the moment he had decided that he'd teased her in this fashion enough, that being when he couldn't really bring the top over her breasts in the same fashion as he had before. He wasn't wanting to wait, either. He broke away from her lips as he brought up his other knee, straddling her hips now, and worked to free her from the garment he was taking his time in removing up to now. As he looked down at her, even if driven in large part by baser desires, in part, he still knew he felt more than for a great many people. He'd said enough, or so he hoped, to make that clear beforehand, but he wouldn't hesitate to do so again. Later.

Later, when reality settled in, she'd go back to avoiding any sort of hint emotion with him. Now, however, she seemed like she'd never been touched before, never been kissed before. Vulnerable. Open. In _love_.

Jay bent down to meet her lips once more now that the contact wouldn't be in the way of the process of undressing for the time being. He worked on unbuttoning his shirt as he did so, though now doing his best to take as little time as possible rather than the most. He yearned to be closer, in all ways, really.

Caught somewhere between tugging him to her and eagerly uncoupling the cloth that hid her breasts away, Phoebe squirmed and bucked beneath him, letting out a tiny gasp when she finally worked the piece free and tossed it aside. Her face was more red, again, this time more from embarrassment than desire; it'd been obvious enough that, while she favored the youthful appearance her standard form gave her, she was more often than not worried about how it made her perceived. Did she seem too young, too immature? Did she have enough of a figure? She could pick apart every inch of her body all day, could swap between horns and forms until she had no mana left to cast, but right now she was too enthralled to dare. She could have. It wouldn't be unheard of to swap in the middle of things, but she was more concerned about getting closer, closer, than she was about shifting. With a soft whine, she tried to help him with his clothes, seeming to forget entirely that she wasn't fully undressed herself. Her mind was becoming increasingly consumed by anything but reason and logical thought, leaving such things to the wind as her body talked and her heart screamed. Surely, they weren't loud enough for him to hear it?

As they both worked on getting Jay free from his shirt, he himself worked also to kick off his boots, realising rather late that he hadn't bothered by the door. Though not as fast as he would have liked, he was soon out of both and with less distracting him from her. He reached a hand behind her back and rolled over, pressing their bodies together as he brought her to the top. Impatiently, he reached for her hips, feeling her body as much as he was feeling for the next step in the puzzle that their clothing represented with how thought was clouded was clouded by desire.

She trembled at his touch, taking a moment to adjust and right herself before pressing low against him, chest to chest while returning the kiss. Balancing with one arm, she worked to squirm free of the rest of her clothes, kicking her shoes off somewhere in the process. Every moment left her more vulnerable, left her feeling a little more raw and exposed, both inside and out. It felt exciting, real, almost new somehow. This wasn't her first dance, even with him, but something had shifted and changed in their dynamic and she couldn't quite place what it was or where the source even came from. Instead, she pushed the thoughts away again, squirming to free them both and seeking release.

He did his best to help her along, to expose more of her so that they could be closer yet. Once she was bare, he worked on the remainder of what he was wearing. Somewhat awkwardly with one hand, unable to bring himself to bring his other away from her back, he loosened his belt and then kicked and pushed the rest of his trousers free from his body; the underwear beneath came with, and he could bring his attention entirely to his desire for her.

She took a moment to look down at him, sitting upright on his hips. Desire flooded her, painting her skin a soft, almost glowing pink as her heartrate picked up and adrenaline began to take its hold of her more firmly. Leaning down, she sought out his hand with her own, clasping their fingers together while she brought her mouth back down to his, prolonging the moment a while more before lust would inevitably take over.

Seeing her in her entirety, sitting over him, had an effect enough to make him give a low sigh, apparently taking his breath. His eyes hungrily looked over her body and he hoped she would take him right there, but she had other ideas. Weaving her fingers in his and kissing him once again, as he had done to her before, brought a different sort of feeling with it. He wanted more. He wanted to be closer. He moved his hips up, and he tried to push her own backwards with his one free hand, almost desperate to just continue on and to stop delaying the inevitable.

She laughed softly, a genuine giggle that spoke nothing of deviance, if only for once; Phoebe wasn't taunting him on purpose, surprisingly. Moving her other hand to cup his cheek, she met his eyes with her own while she shifted, readjusted her position, and slowly eased down on top of him. Her face burned more and more with the slow decline, and soon she lost the ability to focus on him, eyes seeming to roll back as she arched against him and moaned, face one of pure bliss. Had he not known any better, he might have considered the possibility that this wasn't another of their one-offs, but that she was actually making love.

As she shifted atop him, the anticipation was all too obvious on his face. It was like he wanted nothing more, and at the moment, that wasn't far from his truth. He inhaled sharply as Phoebe brought herself down around him, the sound being followed by a low groan of pleasure. He grasped at her hand more tightly, a mostly involuntary reaction. His eyes fluttered shut as she slowly lowered her hips, and he only opened them once the movement stopped. He was sure that the face of pleasure he was seeing wasn't much unlike what was happening on his own.

As she settled into their new arrangement, she moved to reclaim his mouth, repeating her actions and working to optimize the pleasure for the both of them. Goosebumps rippled along her skin, causing her to tremble and moan at the plethora of sensations. Her touch remained gentle with him, if increasingly forceful the longer things went on. She was breathy at his lips, something almost silent and unknown passing from them, some quiet, in fact unspoken declaration as she exhaled. Blinking, she met his gaze, still moving over him, but seeming less guarded than he'd perhaps ever seen her. She looked happy, not just from the blissed-out pleasure of their antics but from something more, something deeper. Again, it could be mistaken, could be thought to be something that surely it wasn't --- this was Phoebe, after all. She was too adamant about emotionally distancing herself from him for that glimpse of more to be real.

Each time she moved her hips a moan or other sound unmistakably was forced from him by the pleasure her actions brought. Once a rhythm established itself, Jay chose to instead hold her body to his own as he had before, craving further closeness even now. It was also an embrace, though with only his one free hand, the other kind of intimacy he yearned for even despite his pleasure-addled mind easily brought on by her seeming happiness. He didn't have the mental presence to take anything at more than face value, so seeing such was more than enough to bring joy to his features as well.

She cooed and moaned and cried out against his lips after returning to them, overwhelmed by their lovemaking and losing herself to him. Without his control or direction, she was still falling to, falling for him, body acting in a way as though to make a commitment to him that her mind refused. Shed' keep on like this, the whole time they remained tangled together. In the midst of it, without any conscious thought or logical reason, she'd find herself whispering sweet nothings against his skin, eventually making a soft, but unmistakable declaration that she'd have no declaration of when she came-to much later, falling asleep soon after the words tumbled shamelessly from her lips: "I love you, Jay."

While during pleasure mixed with the feelings that he couldn't help but harbour, made more prominent while Phoebe decided to whisper to him all sorts of things he enjoyed to hear, after everything they had nothing to dilute with. Even as he held her, near falling asleep himself, he wanted to say things to her that he wasn't sure would be okay. The words that came from her, however, were an emotional shock that was more than enough to wake him up properly. It took a little time to get over it, but his emotions settled on love and joy and even though she seemed to have drifted off herself in the meantime, he still said what he so wanted to, softly. "I love you too, Phoebe..."

Their waking hour would bring about an oblivious, well-slept witch atop him, stretching carefully to try not to disturb him while she tried to refocus her mind to what had happened. For the most part, she remembered the day clearly, but post-climax, she was drawing quite the blank. Of course she was, of course it would be Jay's luck that the one thing she didn't seem to remember would be what he'd want her to focus on most. Neither had a way of knowing of this either way, however, as she hadn't said anything of yet, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead before stretching, donning a robe, and heading towards the kitchen. What was it about sex that always made her want to cook after?

Jay was disappointed to find Phoebe to be missing. In fact, he'd probably have stayed asleep for longer if he didn't catch up to the fact that her presence was gone. Still, when he sat up on the bed, he stretched, and then the words that Phoebe had said to him sprang back up in his memory. To Phoebe's detriment, no doubt, but he wasn't going to let the act of saying them go unpunished. He put on his underwear at the very least, once he decided to actually get up and wonder out of the bedroom to find Phoebe. Or his lover? Could he say that? He sure wanted to.