Lenalee Lee (
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A SURPRISE LENALEE APPROACHES; Command?
Despite all of everything the Black Order has been through, it was business as usual for the various teams. Lenalee and Allen were in one team with Miranda and a few Finders. Lucky them, their mission took them to the mountains - beautiful scenery, but cold weather. Fortunately they managed to find a small inn with vacancies, so they could stay indoors. Amazingly, Miranda was actually sleeping more peacefully than Lenalee at the moment.
Although after all of the scenarios and seeing all of the deaths in the war with the Earl and fighting the akuma, (...not to mention what she personally has been through), it really should come as no surprise that Lenalee's sleep was less than restful. While she managed to snatch an hour or two here and there of sleep, worries about her friends, her brother, and one exorcist in particular all contributed to making her nightmare particularly bloody and gruesome. When she jerked awake for the second time that night (or was it third, she wasn't sure), she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep right away, so she silently slipped out of her room, padding down the hall. Maybe a glass of water would settle her nerves.
Although after all of the scenarios and seeing all of the deaths in the war with the Earl and fighting the akuma, (...not to mention what she personally has been through), it really should come as no surprise that Lenalee's sleep was less than restful. While she managed to snatch an hour or two here and there of sleep, worries about her friends, her brother, and one exorcist in particular all contributed to making her nightmare particularly bloody and gruesome. When she jerked awake for the second time that night (or was it third, she wasn't sure), she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep right away, so she silently slipped out of her room, padding down the hall. Maybe a glass of water would settle her nerves.
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With every word and every moan from Allen, Lenalee's touches grew bolder, that slight rocking from the way she shifted on top of him slower and more deliberate. She lifted her head to look at him at his declaration of love, smiling fit to split her face in half as she leaned down again, "I love you too, Allen. Nothing can even compare, or measure how much I adore you," she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against his lips.
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The more deliberate the motions, the more he arched his hips upwards under her until she finally would feel a slight difference in his lower region. One that pressed right up between Lenalee's legs before he finally stilled when she kissed him once again.
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....that's...
what is that, is that....
It is isn't it... She went still for a moment, partly from surprise, and partly from leaning into the kiss.
...so... what would happen if she... just...rolled her hips against him again, whispering his name and pressing a kiss against his mouth gently.
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Her reward for rolling into him like that again was a much longer and drawn out groan as his hand openly grasped at her rear, feeling the supple flesh there as well. Everything about Lenalee was so toned yet also soft. It was unbelievable. Unbelievable and addicting in its allure.
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She didnt know why she wanted to hear him make that noise again, but she did. And other noises. She leaned into him with another kiss, pressing her lower body into him in the process, humming a soft moan, "Allen...w..when you make noises like that..." she murmured softly though she didn't finish her sentence. Probably because her brain was checking out.
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"Ngh now you know how it's like for me~"
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Rather than respond verbally to his comment, she offered a soft, muffled chuckle into the affectionate kiss. She didn't want to break that precious contact with him quite yet especially with as intimate as it was getting. With that rocking motion it was hard not roll with it, and she didn't even try; each motion from him ended with various sorts of noises from Lenalee.
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Letting out a long, breathless moan, she pulled back slightly to get a breath, and try to sort out the urges and sensations he roused in her. Even though she still moved with him, it was when their motion matched that got the most vocal of moans from her.
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"L-Lenalee I....I can't...even think...I just want..."
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Can't think? Check. Want? Ohoho check. "Wa....want more..." More what - more feeling his hands, more of that sensation that was driving her crazy, "I ...I can't..." She was woefully unprepared for the fierce hungry desire that rose up with him. But she needed more of it, she wasn't sure how to direct him to that next step. Let alone if she was brave enough to take that next step.
... of course it was likely if they kept this up that decision would be taken out of their hands. "I want..more of you."
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"I do too~ More of everything I want to ngh kiss every part of you~" Allen moaned openly.
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But only for a short moment since she.. must have taken leave of her senses because those were her thighs he was feeling next. Then her hips. Then her waist. All. Bare. Skin. "Pleaaase..I ...need.." she groaned, her actions giving him permission to touch more of her - he can even feel the lacy undergarments she wore, before she let go of his hands to run her own over his chest, beneath the fabric.
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With her wanton permission, Allen let his hands roam over her body anew this time one hand openly lifting one breast from beneath while the other pulled her hips down on top of him at the perfectly moment allowing the bulge in his pants to hit just the right spot to drive Lenalee even wilder.
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"Ngh I can't stop touching you. Wanting you~" Allen moaned his hand at her chest finally taking the plunge and lifting the cup of her bra before openly palming against the firm mound.
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"Mmh..I want you ..to want me more.. touch me more, everywhere. This feeling," she groaned, rubbing against him, grunting softly, "I don't want it to stop.."
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"Mmm I want your touch too. To feel your hands all over me." That was about the closest he was going to get to coherently telling her to get his shirt off.
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Lenalee's hands slid down over his chest again, this time fumbling with his buttons more blatantly, pulling away from his lips only for a second. She shifted in his lap, her insistent motions almost..bouncing in a way, from enthusiasm as her lips started to pepper his neck, his collarbone and chest while her hands actively pushed his shirt more open so she could have full access to him.
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"NNggh Alleen," she groaned, "nHhah...not enough," she gasped between kisses, burying her head against his neck and working her way along his throat. More, more - she needed more. Both giving and receiving.
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She pulled back slightly, though couldn't resist leaning forward to nip or loss his lips. ..her hands on the other hand, tugged at her own night dress almost impatiently until she managed to pull it over her head and drop it on the floor with his shirt, blushing intensely but watching him with the same hunger and need as earlier.
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and sleep time\
Sweet dreams!!! ♡♡♡
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And now slumber
*tucks in* ♡
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