all quiet on the western front

"I'm nothing if not devoted to my student. It helps that you're such a teacher's pet."

She can smell the smoke and the char, it's enough to make her nearly jump up and down for joy like a child that just won some task their mind set before them. Not very appealing or sexy like the moment she's created between them, but that sense of pride is still there deep down.

Since he seems keen to kiss her, she lets him, tilting her head back so their lips can press flat together. He's tenser than she is, so it leaves him open to let her take lead, mouth at him, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth, even going so far as to let her tongue greedily slip into his mouth.

All the effort and high gets even her heart racing now, and she's the one that started all of this just as a means to an ends. Her breathing comes out her nose in hot bursts and her skin starts to heat up in that unnatural way of hers, especially as they tilt their faces, each trying to gain even more access for their curious tongues and moving lips.

"Can you do it? Do it again, and again. And again."

She lets it hang ambiguously in the air for a moment what she's talking about, definitely letting it lean towards her being the "it" she's hinting at. Their eyes meet for a split moment, which she uses to flick hers over to his arm by her head, signaling she had actually meant the little burst of lightning he sent along the bark. Though, she wouldn't complain if he did both meanings.

For more encouragement, she moves her mouth from his, feeling the thin string of saliva connecting their tongues for a brief moment before her lips find his jaw, working over the sculpted bone there.

“I️-“

His voice starts to tremble before he can even get the words out, so he snaps his mouth shut once she moves to his neck. On its own, his neck seems to tilt back, arch a little for her, playing along with this. He knows this had started as an impetus to get his veins glowing, to bring about some sort of reaction, but this is so much easier to get swept up in, for his brain to accept as real, than the need to move the tree. Her body is always the more real thing.

Even though his head is tilted back, he looks down through his lashes at her, at the top of her head, and feels that shiver return as he watches her work over his skin. This is a strange feeling, this prolonged time with the lightning running through his veins, this feeling as though it’s there on purpose instead of on accident. It feels more tangible and less ethereal, feels more durable and somehow more... controllable? Could that be right? Or is it wishful thinking, the power of pure suggestion?

Its worth testing out at least.

He leans in quickly, pushing his hips into hers, feeling the spike in the energy flow as a result. The hum is high pitched in his head, insisting and droning, and he thinks it might have driven him crazy normally, but he knows in this moment precisely what he’s going to do with it.

He leans in and brings his lips to hers again, slips his eyes open slowly, watches as her face sparkles with the cracking light as it jumps off his lips onto hers, dances up her face like living streams of light, winding softly toward her eyes and back toward her hairline until they spend their energy and fade out into nothing.

Fengari shuts her eyes quickly and tightly when he presses his hips to hers, when the sparks dance across her face, not because she's afraid. God, she's never felt more like she's in exactly the place she should be and wants to be. All the sensations from how she can feel himself press into her to how the lightning tingles by her eyes, they're all wonderful.

Almost too wonderful. The reason she shuts her eyes is that she moans quietly in her throat, and that starts to trigger things her body starts to do in reaction to him. Other than the physical, more sexual reactions.

The ends of her hair begin to wisp around like live flames, a sweat starts to build by her temples, and her palms feel like they could ignite any second. She shoves her hands into the back pockets of his pants, getting a good feel of his backside while also hoping the fabric hides their rising temperature from him.

This was supposed to be about getting his powers to react, not her own. Maybe this was a mistake, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like one.

"I. You're a fast learner."

Somehow, she manages to open one eye to peek up at him, her lips quivering against his as the words force out with the choppy bursts of her heavy breathing.

“Did I️ do okay?”

He asks it with a boyish little smile, already discerning his answer from the look on her face and the tone of her voice. Somehow this feels instinctive, somewhat natural. Controlling his sparks enough to let them caress her, jump onto her and run across her like they’re an extension of his body, a tool he’s using to love her as much as he can, in as many ways as he can. Its not the same as using his abilities on a battlefield, but maybe it’s the best place to start.

Before she can give him any sort of answer beyond her expression, he leans in to kiss her again, bringing one of her hands up with his against the bark, fingers laced together. He can feel how hot she’s getting, and it acts as only more confirmation from him. If she can draw his lighting out of him with nothing more than her body, he hopes he can get the same reaction out of her.

“You’re, uh. Shockingly alluring. Get it? Shockingly?”

Hes amused at his own joke, but it comes out muffled against the skin on her neck when he leans in to kiss it, lets his mouth even trail down as far as he can get before being obstructed by her shirt.

This time the thunder is close, close enough that the lightning follows it, striking just on the other side of the clearing. Its sudden enough, unexpected enough that it makes even Shand jump, press himself harder into her as he jerks his head over his shoulder to catch a fleeting glimpse of the light as it retreats.

“Was that... did I️... was that me too?”

Fengari jumps right with him, both of them looking wide-eyes over at the other side of the clearing. He seems a little more shocked than she does, all she can manage to feel is awe. The grass is blackened and the air feels charred, it's enough to make a smile creep to her face, turning back to look at him, probably with an expression that doesn't fit the mood they were just setting.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, you did that!"

She's still out of breath as she just beams up at him, but it doesn't take long for both of them to tense up and fall silent after.

Because some familiar voices start talking from not too far off, commenting on the crazy weather, pointing at where the lightning struck. The panic is now all too clear on their faces as they stare at each other.

Shand looks like he's about to jump out of his skin, lean away, and something about that doesn't settle well with her, not after all the teasing he had just started to give her back. With her free hand, she takes a handful of his backside and jerks him back into her, hard enough that both of them gasp at the impact of their hips, but she can use that. With his mouth open like that, she uses the pressure of the tree against her back to reach herself up, snagging his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging his face down towards her own.

Their half-lidded eyes meet and... She's not sure what really comes over her at that point. Maybe it's how his hand presses hers into the bark, how she can feel little fires try to ignite as her fingertips dig into the back of his hand, how she's sure her hair is just as wild as those dancing campfires from last night, how she can feel the pulses rolling off of him, the sparks jumping from him and darting across her. Hell, it's probably all of it. Whatever it is, she keeps their mouths just barely apart, enough that they can still see each other's, and she flicks her tongue out at him teasingly.

Once, then twice, feeling his stare fixate and his muscles tense. On the third time, the tip of her tongue drags across his upper lip and, like a match, she can feel a little flame washing over her tongue, lingering on the muscle's wet surface. Just as his eyebrows raise, she crashes her lips to his, thrusting her tongue back into his mouth, growing fire and all.