Amanda, Manuel - Spain, June 16
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xp_logsEnding the trip with a bang - literally. Manuel takes Amanda to an ancient pagan site, and things get rather... primitive.
Rated NC-17 for Teh Sex.
The day was gloriously fair, with not a cloud in the sky to be seen. His idea for heading into the park on horseback had been truly inspired, judging by the warm glee he was sensing in the back of his head. Tied to his saddle was a almost distressingly-large picnic basket, with at least two bottles of wine and enough food to sate the Bottomless Pit of Brighton who rode behind him laughing.
Nudging the horse into a gallop, Amanda caught up with Manuel, grinning broadly. "You are a very smart man," she said, easing back on the reins to match Manuel's pace. "This is a bloody fantastic idea."
"I have my moments." he said modestly, but with a most indecent grin. "The woman who runs the stable said that there's a very old place up ahead a ways. Says that it was once a site where witches danced and Gods walked the Earth. Will you be OK?"
"On a day like this, I don't think I couldn't be," Amanda replied happily. She pulled Romany's pendant from under her shirt. "This'll take care of things power-wise, as long as I keep it on."
"Fair enough." he said with a grin, and aimed his horse at the clearing that the old Basque woman had spoken of. She'd never said exactly _what sort_ of witchery was practiced there, but she couldn't stop grinning, and that was OK by him. The day was fair, Amanda was having a blast, and he was finally back in a part of home that didn't have any unpleasant associations. He could finally just _relax_. "It should only be a couple of miles up ahead."
"Race you?" Amanda asked with another of those grins - she just couldn't stop it. For the first time since... Amsterdam, really, she was feeling perfectly happy and at ease.
Manuel looked at Amanda, felt her happiness, felt a part of _him_ rise, and then shrugged. "Why not?" he said, then spurred his horse into a gallop.
Kicking her horse in the sides, Amanda took off after him, easily gaining on him since she wasn't carrying large amounts of food. She was already feeling the tingle of mystic energy - which probably contributed to her good mood - and she followed the sensation towards the clearing. As she cleared the last of the trees, she turned back to mock Manuel for being beaten, but the vague tingle became a jolt that raised goosebumps on her skin. She glanced down at the pendant, worried it might have fallen off, but it was still there, glowing brightly.
Manuel arrived not a few seconds later, laughing his fool head off. "Seems that you win." he said with a grin, and the possible faintest hint of red about his eyes. "This clearing - it feels _fantastic_!" he said, sliding off his horse and absently tying it to a nearby tree. "Seems the old woman was right."
"An' then some." Amanda dismounted, giving the horse a warm pat on the neck as she led it over to the same tree to tie it up. Then she walked out into the middle of the clearing, her eyes half-closed, focusing on the energy of the place. "'S old. Old an' powerful. An' there's somethin' else..." She bent and pulled off her boots, wanting to feel the earth and grass under her feet, and the there was a shock, almost like static electricity, on the soles of her feet.
Manuel walked into the clearing, stretching forth his empathic sense to get a feel for the place. As he did, he nearly reeled with the intensity of what he felt, and another part of him sprang to attention, making its demands known in no uncertain terms. So he walked over to where Amanda was lost in reverie, bare toes wiggling in the grass, and hugged her from behind.
"Hello, you," she murmured, leaning back into him. Then she raised her eyebrow. "An' hello t' you as well." With a grin, she pushed back against the bit of him that was making its presence felt.
Manuel grinned, but refused to apologize. Leaning into her ear, he nibbled on it gently. "Something about this place..." he murmured. Just then his stomach rumbled. "Hrm. Food, wine, and then ... dessert?" he leered at her.
Amanda made an almost purring sound and pushed back into him again. "Sounds brilliant." Not letting him unwrap his arms from around her waist, she floated the picnic basket over to them - the spell barely made a dent in the energy she was absorbing.
Manuel's hands roamed north, into Interesting Territory. He let them just loosely cup her breasts, all the while grinning like a maniac. "There's no stress here." he said with wonder. "No bad feelings at all. This is the best I've felt ... ever, I think."
"'S certainly got somethin' about it." Amanda wriggled against Manuel, before turning around in his arms so she could sling her arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "I thought you were hungry."
"I am." he said with a leer and another long kiss. "For many, many things. And so are you." he said with a grin, before reaching down for the Picnic Basket of Doom. "First, we eat. Then we drink, then we eat some more, if you follow me." he said with a leer, struggling with the latch to the basket.
Amanda laughed and sat herself down in the grass, reaching across and unlatching the basket with ease. "Bloody hell, you went all out, didn't you?"
"Do I ever do _anything_ by halves? If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well." he said, sounding for a brief second just like his father. "Now then - what do you want? We've got all _sorts_ of goodness here - sandwich material, fresh bread, wine, some salad materials ... my goodness, they _did_ pack for six like I asked. But I knew you'd be hungry."
"'M always hungry, you know that." Amanda dived in and started constructing sandwiches. "You know what this reminds me of? That first time we had sex. Lots of happy, you bringin' the food..." She grinned at him. "No chance of any demons, but, thank Christ."
Manuel stopped to think about that. "You know, it kind of does. But I'm in much better shape now, and I've picked up some new tricks. And I know _exactly_ what you like now." He grinned fiendishly at that thought. "No one out here to inconvenience us, either. No one out here to hear."
"You keep that up an' we're never gunna leave," Amanda passed him a sandwich and motioned at the bottle of wine. "Make yerself useful?"
Manuel licked his lips. "Depends. What do you want?" he asked, then reached over to uncork the bottle of wine and pour two glasses. Passing one to Amanda, he used his now-free hand to grab himself some food. "Oh, good! They packed cider in here too. I haven't had this since I was a boy."
Amanda had a mouthful of wine and then set the glass carefully down so she could finish her sandwich. "Cider? Like the proper home-made stuff? Fuck, I haven't had that since the time Rack took me out t' this place in the Cotswolds." Even the mention of Rack wasn't enough to dent her good mood, though.
"The proper home-made stuff. With quite the kick to it, judging by the bottle." he said with a smile. "There's really nothing like it. I must get a bottle or two to bring back to Westchester with me." he said, then stuffed his face with sandwich. He ate like a starving man, but with his usual good manners and grace. "There's plenty of food. Eat, drink, enjoy!"
The exhortation wasn't needed - Amanda was already half-way through her sandwich and eyeing the basket contents for the second part. As always she ate like she was starving, and two sandwiches disappeared in quick succession. The bulk of her hunger gone (at least for food), she leaned back, gnawing on an apple and chasing it with sips of wine. She amused herself by making trails in the air with a series of sparks coming off her fingers, marvelling at how easy it was.
Manuel wrapped his own hunger for food with another sandwich, and a sizable glass or two of wine. "Ahhh, much better." he said, nibbling on a slice of cheese. "This was a fantastic idea. I wish I could bottle this place, save it for when I need it the most."
"Mm," Amanda agreed, tilting her head back and letting the sun fall on her face. "Memory ain't quite the same, but it's better 'n nothin'." She glanced over at Manuel. "If we make really good memories, they'll be easier t' remember."
Manuel smirked. "Sometimes, you are absolutely transparent without using my power." he said, stretching luxuriously. "God, I could use some right about now." he said with a leer. "And you're definitely in the mood, so..."
"Subtle I ain't," Amanda said with a grin. She considered Manuel in his comfortable sprawl, and her lips quirked. The words of a levitation spell came to mind, and she floated him over to her. "So, here you are. What're you gunna do about it?"
Manuel grinned at Amanda, and then leaned forward for a nice long leisurely kiss. He took his sweet time about it, enjoying her taste and the warmth of memory and sensation. When he broke it off to come up for air, he grinned at her again. "There's something about this place. It's stirring enough just alone, but with you here, I feel positively indecent." he leered.
"Somethin's stirrin', that's for sure," she replied with a smirk and a wriggle that _definitely_ stirred something. Her skin was tingling, and not just from the power of the place. Reaching up, she ran her lips up his neck, ending at his ear, which she bit lightly. "An' decency's over-rated."
"So it is." he said, then threw decency and caution to the four winds. He rolled over on top of Amanda, pinning her wrists above her head and pressing his own body, protrubances and all, against her own. His mouth descended to claim hers again, rougher this time, more demanding.
She responded hungrily, straining against his grip on her wrists and arching against him. When the kiss broke, she was panting slightly, her pupils so dilated her eyes were almost black. "Too bad we can't bottle this place, we'd make a fuckin' fortune," she said, running her bare foot down his calf, the only movement she could manage with him pinning her down so effectively.
"You forget who you're talking to. I never forget a feeling, and I can _always_ share." he murmured, then lowered himself slightly to nuzzle her chest through her clothes, enjoying the sensations it raised in both her and himself, even through the clothes. He had to let her wrists go in order to reach.
Decency wasn't the only thing that was over-rated, Amanda was rapidly deciding. Clothes were too. It was hard to concentrate with Manuel nuzzling at her breasts, but she managed the telekinetic spell enough to tug his shirt up enough for her to trail one hand over his bare back, scratching lightly with her nails. The other she ran through his hair to the back of his head, loosely grabbing a handful.
Manuel paused his nuzzling for just long enough to let his shirt go, and then sat upright so that she could get a good look at him. He knew she liked that, liked to look and liked what she saw. And he was in an indulging mood. Even her grabbing his hair and the raking of the nails down his back only served to excite him. He grabbed her and rolled, so that she was now the one on top, and his bare back was on the warm, wet grass.
Time and food were certainly doing him some good - he'd made quite a lot of headway on regaining the weight he'd lost whilst she was in England, Amanda thought approvingly as she leaned forward to kiss him deeply, making full use of the tongue stud. She finished the kiss with a nip at his lower lip, then sat up so she could run her hands over the smooth skin of his chest, rubbing her thumbs over his nipples.
Manuel grinned as she got aggressive. He loved aggression in partners, loved it when they contested with him, showed their pleasure in taking pleasure. He slid his hands along her skin, under her shirt, feeling the bumps and ridges of the scarring.
She could feel his enjoyment through the link, as well as in the reaction she could feel underneath her, and she squirmed a little as his fingers traced the scarring on her torso. Leaning forward again, she nibbled lightly on his neck, then worked her way down to his chest, rubbing the tongue stud over his nipples and grinding against him at the same time.
Manuel squirmed just a bit as she ground against him - a clear signal that he was definitely In A Mood. He let her play, content to have her drive - aggression in a partner, right now, was just what the Doctor Ordered. He mmmmed under his breath, feeling the rumbling of his voice in his chest contrasting and clashing with the delicious feeling of her tongue on his chest.
Her head was spinning a little from the combination of what she was getting down the link and the buzz the place was giving her, but not in a bad way. Just the opposite, in fact. She teased Manuel's nipples a little longer with tongue and teeth, then sat up again to pull her t-shirt over her head. In just her plain cotton bra, the sun was deliciously warm against her back and shoulders, and she paused a moment to enjoy the combination of sensations - warm sun and Manuel's hands running along her ribcage.
Manuel purred, positively _purred_, with appreciation as she ditched the shirt. "Better." he murmured, then pointed his concentration inwards, away from the growing tightness and away from her damnable tongue-stud and towards the link. He'd always wondered if he could do this, and there was no time like the present. He gathered his thoughts, and sent, as far as he could tell, an exhibitionism wave at her brain.
She twitched as the wave hit, closing her eyes momentarily against the sensation. When she opened them again, they had a wicked gleam. "So that's how yer playin' it," she said, with a grin, reaching behind her to unhook the bra. But before he could take advantage of it, she cast the levitation spell again, this time on herself, floating herself up until she got to a height where she could undo the buttons of her jeans and slide them off. With a laugh she dropped them on his head, revelling in the sudden freedom. "Now this is the sort of skyclad ritual I like," she said, letting herself float back down towards him. "No bloody cold water, for a start." She wasn't done with him yet - drawing on the sensation of increasing power she was getting (Romany's amulet was glowing brilliantly by now), she projected the buzz she was getting straight back down the link at him.
Manuel gasped as his own exhibitionist weave rebounded and slammed into his brain. Considering as how Amanda was hovering a few feet above him, he took the opportunity to squirm about a bit and shuck the reminders of his clothing. Now gloriously naked and very clearly aroused, he grinned up at the similarly-nude Amanda and looked at her - taking in the totality of her being, physical and emotional. Every scar, every sensitive bit, every secret place. And it was all his to play.
It was strange how he could look at her with such... appreciation. Although she'd gotten very much past the stage of being self-conscious about him seeing her naked, his reaction still surprised her sometimes. Letting herself sink back towards him, she brushed his lips with hers teasingly, before beginning to float back out of reach again.
Manuel strained up to return the kiss the way he wanted to, but she floated beyond his reach. Still flat on his back, he smirked up at her. "If you're going to stay up there all day, you're going to be a very lonely and frustrated girl." he said. "Or is that just it? You want to be pursued?"
Amanda giggled. "Just a bit carried away - I ain't had the power t' do this for so fuckin' long, an' I missed it." She let herself drift back down within reach. "I'd take you with me, only I'm not sure I've got the juice for that."
"Another time." he said diplomatically. "You'll get stronger, and we'll make love in the sky." he grinned. "But for now, soft grass will have to do."
"Or nice hard Spaniard," she said with another giggle, letting herself sink the remaining distance between them so she was lying full-length against him.
"That will also do very well." he said with a grin as she settled on top of him. Immediate his hands went to work, seeking out her tender places while he leaned in greedily for another deep lingering kiss. "You taste good." he commented once he came back up for air. "But I know places where you taste better."
"You did mention somethin' 'bout dessert..." she replied, breathing a little more heavily, and then gasping as his fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.
Manuel merely smiled as he changed their positions, laying Amanda flat out on her back, moving down her body slowly, first with fingertips then with tongue and lips. Stopping at _all_ the sensitive spots, making sure to not miss a single one. Earlobe, collarbone, nipples, ribs, belly, all the while sliding lower and lower.
Amanda was moaning out loud by the time Manuel reached his goal, pushed by a combination of empathy, magic and physical sensation. As his lips brushed against her, she cried out, hips jerking upwards and fingers digging into the thick grass.
Manuel grinned. Just the reaction he was looking for, but he wasn't done, oh no. He wanted to see what her threshold was, to see how much she could take before she begged him to stop. He nudged her legs apart and slowly traced the muscles of her inner thigh with his tongue, sliding them slowly northwards until he got right back up against her. Up and down, long loving strokes, avoiding making it a quick, powerful release.
The sensation of his tongue running along her thighs, tracing muscle and scarring was an exquisite torture, and Amanda's moans became whimpers, her back arching instinctively, her body begging for more. Fragments of extinct languages came from her lips, all saying the same thing: "Please."
Manuel ignored her, electing instead to continue tasting her, teasing forth her pleasure in long, lazy strokes of his tongue. He worked first one finger and then two into the mix, synchronizing their movements with the lashes of his tongue against her flesh. She tasted exquisite, and Manuel just couldn't seem to take his fill of her.
She was on the brink, but every time she came close, he pulled back just enough for the moment to edge out of reach again. "Manny... please... for fuck's sake..." she managed to gasp, body quivering. She was going to explode soon if he didn't finish playing with her.
Manuel stopped for just a moment to gaze up at her, her essence smeared all over his face. His grin was positively feral. "Something you wanted?" he smirked. "Something in particular?"
Amanda glared at him, face and breasts flushed pink, panting heavily. "You know what I want," she said. "You. I want you t' fuck me bloody brains out."
"All you had to do was ask." he smirked, then flipped her over bodily, to take her from behind. Something he rarely did, but today it seemed appropriate, the only way to quench the fires that he had been stoking, both in himself and in her. His first thrust slid in easily, all the way, and the sensation was far more exquisite today than it ever had been before. It took everything he had, every shred of control he could muster, to keep from spoiling the game and spilling himself into her right there. Unfortunately, that level of control left absolutely no room to keep his empathy in check, and his eyes blazed red as he projected his wants, his needs, his desires, his every feeling. It was Amsterdam all over again, and his world narrowed to him, her, and the connection between them. That was all that mattered.
Amanda gasped as he entered her, clutching at the grass and pushing back against him. She matched her movement to his, drawing him inside her deeper each time. Then his projected emotions poured down the link, and it seemed her entire being exploded. Dimly she was aware she was screaming, but rational thought was blasted away by the intensity of the physical and emotional wave she was riding.
Manuel added his howl to hers as they both shot over the ragged edge together. He couldn't get enough, couldn't stop his coupling even if he had wanted to. He had to claim her, possess her in the most primal way imaginable. She was _his_, in a sense, and he was taking his due. His howl had no words, none that made sense, but the emotions came across loud and clear. Release and catharsis, intermingled with a healthy dose of lust, and under it all, perhaps a glimmering of real love? The moment was gone, the intensity too much for even his mutant brain to handle for long. Some places man was not meant to go, some feelings were too primal to be understood intellectually.
_Mine_. Amanda was rocked by the strength of the feeling, and her reaction to it. He filled her, completely and utterly, and for a brief instant their minds as well as their emotions merged. Then reflexively she pulled her mind back, even as her body shuddered and went limp in the aftermath. Her face felt wet, and when she brushed her hand across her cheeks, she was surprised to find she'd been weeping.
Manuel slid out of Amanda, then rolled her back onto her back, to curl up next to her. "Holy shit." he said quietly, in English. "Did our minds touch there? I thought I felt it, but I wasn't exactly rational. You OK?"
"I'll tell you when I can see straight again," she chuckled, breathing heavily, but with a huge grin on her face. He still looked concerned, and she reached up to brush his lips with her fingertips. "'M fine, love. A bit shook up, is all. That was... I dunno what the fuck that was, but it felt bloody amazin'."
Manuel nodded. "It was intense." he admitted, which for him was unprecedented. "I just hope we've pleased the Gods of this place." As he stirred, he stared down at himself in disbelief. "Or ... perhaps they want more."
"'S the thing 'bout Gods, they're greedy bastards," Amanda said, raising her eyebrow at Manuel's reaction, feeling despite herself an answering jolt of arousal. She propped herself up on her elbows and gestured at the picnic basket, a bottle of the homemade cider answering her command. "'S a good thing we came prepared for the long haul."
Rated NC-17 for Teh Sex.
The day was gloriously fair, with not a cloud in the sky to be seen. His idea for heading into the park on horseback had been truly inspired, judging by the warm glee he was sensing in the back of his head. Tied to his saddle was a almost distressingly-large picnic basket, with at least two bottles of wine and enough food to sate the Bottomless Pit of Brighton who rode behind him laughing.
Nudging the horse into a gallop, Amanda caught up with Manuel, grinning broadly. "You are a very smart man," she said, easing back on the reins to match Manuel's pace. "This is a bloody fantastic idea."
"I have my moments." he said modestly, but with a most indecent grin. "The woman who runs the stable said that there's a very old place up ahead a ways. Says that it was once a site where witches danced and Gods walked the Earth. Will you be OK?"
"On a day like this, I don't think I couldn't be," Amanda replied happily. She pulled Romany's pendant from under her shirt. "This'll take care of things power-wise, as long as I keep it on."
"Fair enough." he said with a grin, and aimed his horse at the clearing that the old Basque woman had spoken of. She'd never said exactly _what sort_ of witchery was practiced there, but she couldn't stop grinning, and that was OK by him. The day was fair, Amanda was having a blast, and he was finally back in a part of home that didn't have any unpleasant associations. He could finally just _relax_. "It should only be a couple of miles up ahead."
"Race you?" Amanda asked with another of those grins - she just couldn't stop it. For the first time since... Amsterdam, really, she was feeling perfectly happy and at ease.
Manuel looked at Amanda, felt her happiness, felt a part of _him_ rise, and then shrugged. "Why not?" he said, then spurred his horse into a gallop.
Kicking her horse in the sides, Amanda took off after him, easily gaining on him since she wasn't carrying large amounts of food. She was already feeling the tingle of mystic energy - which probably contributed to her good mood - and she followed the sensation towards the clearing. As she cleared the last of the trees, she turned back to mock Manuel for being beaten, but the vague tingle became a jolt that raised goosebumps on her skin. She glanced down at the pendant, worried it might have fallen off, but it was still there, glowing brightly.
Manuel arrived not a few seconds later, laughing his fool head off. "Seems that you win." he said with a grin, and the possible faintest hint of red about his eyes. "This clearing - it feels _fantastic_!" he said, sliding off his horse and absently tying it to a nearby tree. "Seems the old woman was right."
"An' then some." Amanda dismounted, giving the horse a warm pat on the neck as she led it over to the same tree to tie it up. Then she walked out into the middle of the clearing, her eyes half-closed, focusing on the energy of the place. "'S old. Old an' powerful. An' there's somethin' else..." She bent and pulled off her boots, wanting to feel the earth and grass under her feet, and the there was a shock, almost like static electricity, on the soles of her feet.
Manuel walked into the clearing, stretching forth his empathic sense to get a feel for the place. As he did, he nearly reeled with the intensity of what he felt, and another part of him sprang to attention, making its demands known in no uncertain terms. So he walked over to where Amanda was lost in reverie, bare toes wiggling in the grass, and hugged her from behind.
"Hello, you," she murmured, leaning back into him. Then she raised her eyebrow. "An' hello t' you as well." With a grin, she pushed back against the bit of him that was making its presence felt.
Manuel grinned, but refused to apologize. Leaning into her ear, he nibbled on it gently. "Something about this place..." he murmured. Just then his stomach rumbled. "Hrm. Food, wine, and then ... dessert?" he leered at her.
Amanda made an almost purring sound and pushed back into him again. "Sounds brilliant." Not letting him unwrap his arms from around her waist, she floated the picnic basket over to them - the spell barely made a dent in the energy she was absorbing.
Manuel's hands roamed north, into Interesting Territory. He let them just loosely cup her breasts, all the while grinning like a maniac. "There's no stress here." he said with wonder. "No bad feelings at all. This is the best I've felt ... ever, I think."
"'S certainly got somethin' about it." Amanda wriggled against Manuel, before turning around in his arms so she could sling her arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "I thought you were hungry."
"I am." he said with a leer and another long kiss. "For many, many things. And so are you." he said with a grin, before reaching down for the Picnic Basket of Doom. "First, we eat. Then we drink, then we eat some more, if you follow me." he said with a leer, struggling with the latch to the basket.
Amanda laughed and sat herself down in the grass, reaching across and unlatching the basket with ease. "Bloody hell, you went all out, didn't you?"
"Do I ever do _anything_ by halves? If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well." he said, sounding for a brief second just like his father. "Now then - what do you want? We've got all _sorts_ of goodness here - sandwich material, fresh bread, wine, some salad materials ... my goodness, they _did_ pack for six like I asked. But I knew you'd be hungry."
"'M always hungry, you know that." Amanda dived in and started constructing sandwiches. "You know what this reminds me of? That first time we had sex. Lots of happy, you bringin' the food..." She grinned at him. "No chance of any demons, but, thank Christ."
Manuel stopped to think about that. "You know, it kind of does. But I'm in much better shape now, and I've picked up some new tricks. And I know _exactly_ what you like now." He grinned fiendishly at that thought. "No one out here to inconvenience us, either. No one out here to hear."
"You keep that up an' we're never gunna leave," Amanda passed him a sandwich and motioned at the bottle of wine. "Make yerself useful?"
Manuel licked his lips. "Depends. What do you want?" he asked, then reached over to uncork the bottle of wine and pour two glasses. Passing one to Amanda, he used his now-free hand to grab himself some food. "Oh, good! They packed cider in here too. I haven't had this since I was a boy."
Amanda had a mouthful of wine and then set the glass carefully down so she could finish her sandwich. "Cider? Like the proper home-made stuff? Fuck, I haven't had that since the time Rack took me out t' this place in the Cotswolds." Even the mention of Rack wasn't enough to dent her good mood, though.
"The proper home-made stuff. With quite the kick to it, judging by the bottle." he said with a smile. "There's really nothing like it. I must get a bottle or two to bring back to Westchester with me." he said, then stuffed his face with sandwich. He ate like a starving man, but with his usual good manners and grace. "There's plenty of food. Eat, drink, enjoy!"
The exhortation wasn't needed - Amanda was already half-way through her sandwich and eyeing the basket contents for the second part. As always she ate like she was starving, and two sandwiches disappeared in quick succession. The bulk of her hunger gone (at least for food), she leaned back, gnawing on an apple and chasing it with sips of wine. She amused herself by making trails in the air with a series of sparks coming off her fingers, marvelling at how easy it was.
Manuel wrapped his own hunger for food with another sandwich, and a sizable glass or two of wine. "Ahhh, much better." he said, nibbling on a slice of cheese. "This was a fantastic idea. I wish I could bottle this place, save it for when I need it the most."
"Mm," Amanda agreed, tilting her head back and letting the sun fall on her face. "Memory ain't quite the same, but it's better 'n nothin'." She glanced over at Manuel. "If we make really good memories, they'll be easier t' remember."
Manuel smirked. "Sometimes, you are absolutely transparent without using my power." he said, stretching luxuriously. "God, I could use some right about now." he said with a leer. "And you're definitely in the mood, so..."
"Subtle I ain't," Amanda said with a grin. She considered Manuel in his comfortable sprawl, and her lips quirked. The words of a levitation spell came to mind, and she floated him over to her. "So, here you are. What're you gunna do about it?"
Manuel grinned at Amanda, and then leaned forward for a nice long leisurely kiss. He took his sweet time about it, enjoying her taste and the warmth of memory and sensation. When he broke it off to come up for air, he grinned at her again. "There's something about this place. It's stirring enough just alone, but with you here, I feel positively indecent." he leered.
"Somethin's stirrin', that's for sure," she replied with a smirk and a wriggle that _definitely_ stirred something. Her skin was tingling, and not just from the power of the place. Reaching up, she ran her lips up his neck, ending at his ear, which she bit lightly. "An' decency's over-rated."
"So it is." he said, then threw decency and caution to the four winds. He rolled over on top of Amanda, pinning her wrists above her head and pressing his own body, protrubances and all, against her own. His mouth descended to claim hers again, rougher this time, more demanding.
She responded hungrily, straining against his grip on her wrists and arching against him. When the kiss broke, she was panting slightly, her pupils so dilated her eyes were almost black. "Too bad we can't bottle this place, we'd make a fuckin' fortune," she said, running her bare foot down his calf, the only movement she could manage with him pinning her down so effectively.
"You forget who you're talking to. I never forget a feeling, and I can _always_ share." he murmured, then lowered himself slightly to nuzzle her chest through her clothes, enjoying the sensations it raised in both her and himself, even through the clothes. He had to let her wrists go in order to reach.
Decency wasn't the only thing that was over-rated, Amanda was rapidly deciding. Clothes were too. It was hard to concentrate with Manuel nuzzling at her breasts, but she managed the telekinetic spell enough to tug his shirt up enough for her to trail one hand over his bare back, scratching lightly with her nails. The other she ran through his hair to the back of his head, loosely grabbing a handful.
Manuel paused his nuzzling for just long enough to let his shirt go, and then sat upright so that she could get a good look at him. He knew she liked that, liked to look and liked what she saw. And he was in an indulging mood. Even her grabbing his hair and the raking of the nails down his back only served to excite him. He grabbed her and rolled, so that she was now the one on top, and his bare back was on the warm, wet grass.
Time and food were certainly doing him some good - he'd made quite a lot of headway on regaining the weight he'd lost whilst she was in England, Amanda thought approvingly as she leaned forward to kiss him deeply, making full use of the tongue stud. She finished the kiss with a nip at his lower lip, then sat up so she could run her hands over the smooth skin of his chest, rubbing her thumbs over his nipples.
Manuel grinned as she got aggressive. He loved aggression in partners, loved it when they contested with him, showed their pleasure in taking pleasure. He slid his hands along her skin, under her shirt, feeling the bumps and ridges of the scarring.
She could feel his enjoyment through the link, as well as in the reaction she could feel underneath her, and she squirmed a little as his fingers traced the scarring on her torso. Leaning forward again, she nibbled lightly on his neck, then worked her way down to his chest, rubbing the tongue stud over his nipples and grinding against him at the same time.
Manuel squirmed just a bit as she ground against him - a clear signal that he was definitely In A Mood. He let her play, content to have her drive - aggression in a partner, right now, was just what the Doctor Ordered. He mmmmed under his breath, feeling the rumbling of his voice in his chest contrasting and clashing with the delicious feeling of her tongue on his chest.
Her head was spinning a little from the combination of what she was getting down the link and the buzz the place was giving her, but not in a bad way. Just the opposite, in fact. She teased Manuel's nipples a little longer with tongue and teeth, then sat up again to pull her t-shirt over her head. In just her plain cotton bra, the sun was deliciously warm against her back and shoulders, and she paused a moment to enjoy the combination of sensations - warm sun and Manuel's hands running along her ribcage.
Manuel purred, positively _purred_, with appreciation as she ditched the shirt. "Better." he murmured, then pointed his concentration inwards, away from the growing tightness and away from her damnable tongue-stud and towards the link. He'd always wondered if he could do this, and there was no time like the present. He gathered his thoughts, and sent, as far as he could tell, an exhibitionism wave at her brain.
She twitched as the wave hit, closing her eyes momentarily against the sensation. When she opened them again, they had a wicked gleam. "So that's how yer playin' it," she said, with a grin, reaching behind her to unhook the bra. But before he could take advantage of it, she cast the levitation spell again, this time on herself, floating herself up until she got to a height where she could undo the buttons of her jeans and slide them off. With a laugh she dropped them on his head, revelling in the sudden freedom. "Now this is the sort of skyclad ritual I like," she said, letting herself float back down towards him. "No bloody cold water, for a start." She wasn't done with him yet - drawing on the sensation of increasing power she was getting (Romany's amulet was glowing brilliantly by now), she projected the buzz she was getting straight back down the link at him.
Manuel gasped as his own exhibitionist weave rebounded and slammed into his brain. Considering as how Amanda was hovering a few feet above him, he took the opportunity to squirm about a bit and shuck the reminders of his clothing. Now gloriously naked and very clearly aroused, he grinned up at the similarly-nude Amanda and looked at her - taking in the totality of her being, physical and emotional. Every scar, every sensitive bit, every secret place. And it was all his to play.
It was strange how he could look at her with such... appreciation. Although she'd gotten very much past the stage of being self-conscious about him seeing her naked, his reaction still surprised her sometimes. Letting herself sink back towards him, she brushed his lips with hers teasingly, before beginning to float back out of reach again.
Manuel strained up to return the kiss the way he wanted to, but she floated beyond his reach. Still flat on his back, he smirked up at her. "If you're going to stay up there all day, you're going to be a very lonely and frustrated girl." he said. "Or is that just it? You want to be pursued?"
Amanda giggled. "Just a bit carried away - I ain't had the power t' do this for so fuckin' long, an' I missed it." She let herself drift back down within reach. "I'd take you with me, only I'm not sure I've got the juice for that."
"Another time." he said diplomatically. "You'll get stronger, and we'll make love in the sky." he grinned. "But for now, soft grass will have to do."
"Or nice hard Spaniard," she said with another giggle, letting herself sink the remaining distance between them so she was lying full-length against him.
"That will also do very well." he said with a grin as she settled on top of him. Immediate his hands went to work, seeking out her tender places while he leaned in greedily for another deep lingering kiss. "You taste good." he commented once he came back up for air. "But I know places where you taste better."
"You did mention somethin' 'bout dessert..." she replied, breathing a little more heavily, and then gasping as his fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.
Manuel merely smiled as he changed their positions, laying Amanda flat out on her back, moving down her body slowly, first with fingertips then with tongue and lips. Stopping at _all_ the sensitive spots, making sure to not miss a single one. Earlobe, collarbone, nipples, ribs, belly, all the while sliding lower and lower.
Amanda was moaning out loud by the time Manuel reached his goal, pushed by a combination of empathy, magic and physical sensation. As his lips brushed against her, she cried out, hips jerking upwards and fingers digging into the thick grass.
Manuel grinned. Just the reaction he was looking for, but he wasn't done, oh no. He wanted to see what her threshold was, to see how much she could take before she begged him to stop. He nudged her legs apart and slowly traced the muscles of her inner thigh with his tongue, sliding them slowly northwards until he got right back up against her. Up and down, long loving strokes, avoiding making it a quick, powerful release.
The sensation of his tongue running along her thighs, tracing muscle and scarring was an exquisite torture, and Amanda's moans became whimpers, her back arching instinctively, her body begging for more. Fragments of extinct languages came from her lips, all saying the same thing: "Please."
Manuel ignored her, electing instead to continue tasting her, teasing forth her pleasure in long, lazy strokes of his tongue. He worked first one finger and then two into the mix, synchronizing their movements with the lashes of his tongue against her flesh. She tasted exquisite, and Manuel just couldn't seem to take his fill of her.
She was on the brink, but every time she came close, he pulled back just enough for the moment to edge out of reach again. "Manny... please... for fuck's sake..." she managed to gasp, body quivering. She was going to explode soon if he didn't finish playing with her.
Manuel stopped for just a moment to gaze up at her, her essence smeared all over his face. His grin was positively feral. "Something you wanted?" he smirked. "Something in particular?"
Amanda glared at him, face and breasts flushed pink, panting heavily. "You know what I want," she said. "You. I want you t' fuck me bloody brains out."
"All you had to do was ask." he smirked, then flipped her over bodily, to take her from behind. Something he rarely did, but today it seemed appropriate, the only way to quench the fires that he had been stoking, both in himself and in her. His first thrust slid in easily, all the way, and the sensation was far more exquisite today than it ever had been before. It took everything he had, every shred of control he could muster, to keep from spoiling the game and spilling himself into her right there. Unfortunately, that level of control left absolutely no room to keep his empathy in check, and his eyes blazed red as he projected his wants, his needs, his desires, his every feeling. It was Amsterdam all over again, and his world narrowed to him, her, and the connection between them. That was all that mattered.
Amanda gasped as he entered her, clutching at the grass and pushing back against him. She matched her movement to his, drawing him inside her deeper each time. Then his projected emotions poured down the link, and it seemed her entire being exploded. Dimly she was aware she was screaming, but rational thought was blasted away by the intensity of the physical and emotional wave she was riding.
Manuel added his howl to hers as they both shot over the ragged edge together. He couldn't get enough, couldn't stop his coupling even if he had wanted to. He had to claim her, possess her in the most primal way imaginable. She was _his_, in a sense, and he was taking his due. His howl had no words, none that made sense, but the emotions came across loud and clear. Release and catharsis, intermingled with a healthy dose of lust, and under it all, perhaps a glimmering of real love? The moment was gone, the intensity too much for even his mutant brain to handle for long. Some places man was not meant to go, some feelings were too primal to be understood intellectually.
_Mine_. Amanda was rocked by the strength of the feeling, and her reaction to it. He filled her, completely and utterly, and for a brief instant their minds as well as their emotions merged. Then reflexively she pulled her mind back, even as her body shuddered and went limp in the aftermath. Her face felt wet, and when she brushed her hand across her cheeks, she was surprised to find she'd been weeping.
Manuel slid out of Amanda, then rolled her back onto her back, to curl up next to her. "Holy shit." he said quietly, in English. "Did our minds touch there? I thought I felt it, but I wasn't exactly rational. You OK?"
"I'll tell you when I can see straight again," she chuckled, breathing heavily, but with a huge grin on her face. He still looked concerned, and she reached up to brush his lips with her fingertips. "'M fine, love. A bit shook up, is all. That was... I dunno what the fuck that was, but it felt bloody amazin'."
Manuel nodded. "It was intense." he admitted, which for him was unprecedented. "I just hope we've pleased the Gods of this place." As he stirred, he stared down at himself in disbelief. "Or ... perhaps they want more."
"'S the thing 'bout Gods, they're greedy bastards," Amanda said, raising her eyebrow at Manuel's reaction, feeling despite herself an answering jolt of arousal. She propped herself up on her elbows and gestured at the picnic basket, a bottle of the homemade cider answering her command. "'S a good thing we came prepared for the long haul."
