Think I Want to Twist the Plot This Time

Part 3

Now that's better than all her best days in Barbie Land combined.

He laps at her a few more times, languidly, then moves up to kiss her stomach, and slowly back up her heaving chest as Barbie catches her breath. Oppenheimer pauses, though, before kissing her, realizing he's not sure if she's okay with it after where his mouth has just been. She laughs, brushing his hair back when she realizes she never let her hand down from there in the first place, and pulls him in for that kiss. She tastes better on his tongue, she decides, smiling into it.

"You're still wearing too much," she says, hurriedly trying to push his underwear off. If he's just given her a taste, she's completely ready for more. He helps the rest of the way, of course, but now there's nothing between them. Nothing to hide. She rolls her stockings off.

With a curious, slightly shaky hand, Barbie finds him in the darkness, feels the weight of him. God, he's warm. So human, just like her now. With all these wants and feelings and complications and messes, and now she's far more excited than nervous. She likes the way he dips his head down against her neck, breathes heavily against her.

Barbie lets go, brings his face level to hers, then nods. It's odd—she's been able to find the right words to say so far tonight, but she just can't find an organic way to really get across that she's ready. Hopefully this glance is enough.

Seems to be, because he only breaks eye contact to start to guide himself to her. Honestly, as long as she can look into those blue eyes, she can just focus on him to get over that initial discomfort. Their breaths hitch together when he starts to enter, and luckily he's going slow, letting himself get a feel for her, too.

His brows furrow slightly as Barbie brings her hands to his back, pressing her fingertips into his skin a little too tight. She breathes shakily, trying to focus on that, focus on Oppenheimer's eyes taking in her every expression to see if anything's off.

"Ow," she utters at one point, but it's through a chuckle. Barbie doesn't really know why she finds it amusing; she just can't help it.

He pauses immediately; he's almost completely inside her at this point but that one word stalls him. "We can stop," he assures, reaching a hand over to brush her bangs away from her cheek.

Barbie shakes her head, almost a little too vigorously. "No, it's—it's not that," she says through the discomfort and another laugh. "I think for the first time, I feel completely human."

He's not going to understand that in the slightest. But she feels everything in this moment: the warmth of a partner, and all the pain and overwhelming emotions like confusion and joy that come with it. It's euphoric, it's all too much—and not enough at the same time. "You can keep going, Robert." It feels right to use his name.

All he can do is nod, and she watches his lips part in a relieved sigh as he continues, pausing again once he's fully inside her. Barbie exhales shakily, committing to memory this initial sensation of finally being physically connected to another person. She finds his eyes again, blue and dilated and a little unsure, and brings her right hand from his back up to his cheek. Her hips shift, letting him know that she wants him to move, too.

His thrusts start slow, testing the waters. He even continues to kiss her through it, giving her something more to concentrate on as she further adjusts. It's... odd, just a bit. But so pleasant as they continue finding their footing, and Barbie reaches to the sheets to find his hand, entangling their fingers together. Oppenheimer seems to really like hearing her, so she moans when the pleasure starts to build a little more, arches into him to let him know that she's enjoying herself.

Barbie wraps her legs around him, draws him in as close as she can. She wants more, she wants everything, but she also wants it to last. His palm squeezes around hers as he starts to speed up, and what started as a bit of discomfort is quickly shifting to pure ecstasy, those familiar pulses surging through her from head to toe. She feels his moans melding with hers in between hurried, desperate kisses, her free hand moving from his cheek to his back so she can keep holding onto him.