Think I Want to Twist the Plot This Time

Part 4

"Gentle—" he cautions when she tries to build up a rhythm, probably a bit too quickly. Fine, maybe she's a little overzealous in her excitement. Barbie flushes, pulling away from the kiss, but her hand is still on him.

"I'm not very good at this, am I?" she asks quietly, part of her wanting to hide under the sheets. The other part is at least a little glad he knows about her inexperience, so some of that pressure to be perfect is off.

Oppenheimer brings his hand up to her chin, drawing her in for a quick, assuring kiss. "You just need a little guidance, that's all."

"Well, you're a professor," she says, and yes, that was definitely meant to be rather cheeky. Barbie's getting pretty good at bantering with him, at least. "I'm sure you could teach me."

He laughs, but it's light and amused. "Not that I think I'd be an expert, but I do enjoy a good challenge, like you," he says, leaning into her. "So keep it slow for now."

Barbie nods, starting to move her hand again. She smiles when his eyes close a moment, when his breathing starts to get a little shakier. He's so warm, relaxing into her touch. "Better?" she asks, peppering his neck with kisses, working her way back up to his lips.

"Much." He exhales, trying to keep his eyes on her. That's what she wants, to see him lose that deliberate focus, to make him lose that control he wears so well. "You can move a little faster, just—keep it gentle."

"Okay." And Barbie does just that, making note of how she holds to him as she speeds up. Her lips finally find his again, unable to keep herself from smiling into it.

Because she's why he's hardening under her touch. And maybe it's just her hand, but it feels like everything: how they kiss, how she presses herself against him, the quiet anticipation. When he moans, it's quiet but sure, succumbing to her. There's something so powerful and amazing about knowing she can do this, that he likes her enough to let her. Heck, she can't stop smiling at the thought, and for everything else she wants to try now.

The encouragement is really nice, too.

"Do you have any... further intentions?" he asks, swallowing thickly. But he probably knows the answer, Barbie can tell in those deep-set eyes as they have an expectant spark behind them.

"Of course I do." She grins as she pulls away, only to swing her leg over to his side to straddle him. Oppenheimer looks up at her, his gorgeous lips slightly parted as his breathing speeds up a bit.

She finally moves her hand, reaching over to cup his jaw as she starts with another kiss. She can't get enough of kissing him—not when his lips are just so plush and honestly pretty perfect. But like she just said, she has other intentions, and parts from him to kiss his jaw, then his neck, his collarbone, his torso... She's not doing what he did to her before, trying to tease and leave marks in her wake; she has a clear destination.

Oppenheimer is kind enough to brush her hair back when she gets to his waist, keeping a steady hand on her head as a guide, she's guessing. Gosh, he's so skinny she can almost see his hip bones, and he looks like he's one missed meal away from his ribs showing. And yet, that does nothing to deter her and how much she wants to try this.

"This is fine?" Barbie asks as she wraps her hand around him again and looks up to meet his gaze.

His fingers thread through her hair gently and she watches him try to keep his breathing steady. He nods. "Your eyes..." he starts, but his thought trails off. There's no possible way she's made him speechless.

Well... maybe. It's not like most of his blood is rushing to his head right now. "What about them?" she asks, blinking.

"They're exquisite." Oppenheimer finds his words, and that makes her grin. He likes her eyes? His are probably the most beautiful she's seen in... honestly, ever. They're so crystal-clear blue, somehow so easy and yet so complicated to read at the same time.