hh_mirror | Closed RP: Nny and Devi and flying-catharsis

This was not being a good day.

Devi had, as far back as she could remember, been periodically cursed with days like this. The world seemed to fade and flatten, as though an invisible but unbreakable barrier separated her from everything. She couldn't feel--numbness enveloped her like a glove, a numbness that insulated not just against emotion, but against physical sensation as well. She didn't know if she was asleep or awake, and, perhaps more frightening, she wasn't sure she cared.

-You're crazy, you know.-
Shut up.

She couldn't stay in here any longer. She'd been puttering around the STFU suite all day, picking things up and putting them right back down, starting books and pictures and projects only to abandon them after five minutes. She couldn't sit still, when she was like this, but neither could she focus on anything long enough to even half-complete it. Nny's room was suddenly sounding like a very good idea...

...so off she went, knocking lightly on the door and shifting restlessly from foot to foot.

((Warning: Smut alert))

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Devi gasped, her fingers curling against his shoulders and digging lightly into the skin. "Nny..." she choked, her head falling back almost drunkenly as her grip on him tightened involuntarily. God, yes, this was feeling with a vengeance...

"Kiss me again," Nny whispered, burying one hand in her hair. It was dreamlike, almost, or would be, if his dreams (when he actually slept long enough to dream) were ever pleasant. "I want you to kiss me..."

She rolled to her side, pulling Nny with her. Drawing his head almost gently down to hers she kissed him, long and hard and hungry, reveling in the taste of him. "Only if you kiss me back," she murmured, and pulled him close for more.

He didn't waste time answering in words, kissing her fiercely instead.

God, how she wished she'd had Nny around years ago--if she'd known how effective a therapy kissing him was, it would have saved her a lot of grief.

"You," she murmured, kissing his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, "I love you. You make me feel...." She couldn't articulate what she meant, and at the moment had better things to do than try.

Feel. It was a sick joke, in a way, but God, yes, he wanted to feel, wanted to make her feel. "Love you too," he whispered, one hand caressing her face.

-Feeling is an illusion, Mother,- Sickness sneered, and Devi twitched, pulling Nny in for another kiss that ruthlessly shut the voice out. Touch him, taste him, breathe his scent--Sickness could never prove he wasn't real.

Nny raked his nails across her back, a light scrape that only hinted at the sensation of being scratched. He cupped the back of her head with his other hand, kissing her greedily, sucking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling it.

Devi's whimper was mostly muffled by the kiss--good God, he knew what he was doing, didn't he? Almost involuntarily she arched against him, one leg wrapping around his to pull him as close as possible. She moaned again as she ground her hips against his, her hands sliding down to the small of his back to press him even closer.

Closed RP: Nny and Devi and flying-catharsis

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