[ The thing about Z is that - he's a very, very quick learner. One does not become what is called a child prodigy without some ease to retain things. So when she moves his hand, he takes it in stride, learning what she wants in a split second. He slides his hand under her shirt and climbs up, feeling cotton under his fingers. Her shirt bunches up around his wrist when he flicks his thumb against a nipple, rolling his hips again in a rhythm, unable to stop himself.

He pulls away from the kiss only to look at her, her lips looking amazingly tempting. ]

Fucking - do you have any idea how beautiful you are?

[ As the moments progress, the kissing becomes more heated. She tongues her way into his mouth, arches her body beneath his touch and rocks against him for added friction. When she finds the right combination, a soft moan is muffled against his lips and her hand tightens at his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Eventually her lungs demand air and she breaks from his mouth, using her hand to tilt his head upward so that her lips can wander along his neck, mouth dragging over the skin there. And against his skin, she asks the same question as before, breathless and needy.] What do you really want to do, Mr. Z?

What do you want? [ Because it's not just about him, and he's like to hear give him her opinion. He wants her, he wants it to be a mutual thing. He's not about to push her into something she doesn't 100% want.

He still lightly squeezes at one of her breasts, making himself clear. ]

[ Charlie drags her teeth over her bottom lip for a moment, considering her options, trying to decide what she wants to say and after a moment, she grins, slow. Her mouth slides its way over to his ear to just add to add to the thrill of what she's about to say:]

I want you to make me come, Mr. Z.

Jesus - [ It's an heartfelt exclamation, the words breathed against her skin as they make him thrust his hips forward in an involuntary movement. He can't help but think again - he is just a man, and that went straight to his dick. ]

Okay, okay, I can. Do that.

[ He knows he can; hes not above some dirty little tricks as well, some things he's learned over time, some things only he can do. Using his inherent electric energy should feel wrong, but he knows all too well just how much good it can do. He grins, his hand trailing down along her stomach and further, cupping her through her sweats. She's hot, and he moves back up to undo the drawn strings, pulling back enough to look at her. ]

[ Score she thinks to herself when he reacts the way he does, exactly as she wanted him to. Charlie likes to turn her partners on, she likes to do or say things that will rile them up, make them hotter. And it seems that worked just fine on Z.

She watches him with bedroom eyes as he pulls back to unfasten the drawstrings of her sweats. And as he does so, she goes ahead and pulls her shirt off for good measure.] Tit for tat, Z. [ Meaning, it's time for him to get his shirt off again.]

[ He raises an eyebrow as she says that, but pulls back enough to pull his shirt off, in a quick, practiced move. His hair goes this way and that but there's not space in him left to care, not when he's gently hooking his fingers in her sweats and tugging at them, discovering that she is, indeed, not wearing any underwear herself. ]

Oh. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who underdressed for our date.

[ His bed hair is sexy as hell, she'd tell him if she weren't already holding her breath as he tugged down the fabric that was hanging low at her hips. And nope, she was definitely going commando, leaving her a bit underdressed like Z said she was.]

I wanted to be comfy. And most of the time? I'm going commando. [ How's that something for him to think about later on, during class.]

[ He groans to himself, looking up and down at her. ] You can't say that. What will I do if I pop a boner in front of class just because I see you wearing these tiny shorts you like?

[ More comfortable now, he can talk more, teasing and joking around a little. But then he lowers the tone all over again, bringing his fingers down between her legs, the smallest of undercurrents running under his skin when he touches her clit. ]

Good thing we have to wear uniforms, [ she says too smugly, because if he has any kind of uniform or school girl fetish, that's not going to be helpful at all considering she always wears the skirts.

She grins at him for a moment longer before-- oh. She gasps, her eyes fluttering at the tiny jolt she feels. It's more than just the first touch, it's something else and she looks up at him, a confused but delighted, her lips curving as she laughs.] I think all that friction got some static friction... [ She doesn't quite know what he can do yet.]

The skirts aren't really any better.

[ He grins, pleased with her reaction. He shakes his head, leaning in to brush his nose along her collarbone. ] Nope, that's all me.

[ He pulls his hand away, up enough so that she can see the little flick of electricity he lets arcing between his fingertips. ]

I can - not, if you prefer.

[ She laughs breathlessly, looking up at him with someone close to awe.] That was... [ Oh, so that's what he is... It wasn't something you could really ask. So what can you do? At least, she didn't think you should be going around asking that.]

It won't... hurt? [ The question feels dumb the moment it comes out of her mouth. She doesn't think that he'd actually hurt her, considering that it wouldn't do him any good for her to be hurt.]

I'm very, very good at controlling it. I won't hurt you, but let me know if it's too much. I don't have to, but you might like it.

[ He raises his eyebrow again, the offer between them. ]

I want to try it, [ she murmurs, distractedly. She shifts on her back, lifting up to rest on her elbows.] I want you to try it, I mean.

[ With a confident slant to his smile, he nods, moving his hand back between her legs. It's barely a need to focus nowadays; he's so sued to his powers and the latent electric energy perpetually coursing through his system, it's just like fine-tuning for him. Keeping it as low as he can, he presses his index and middle fingers to her clit, the electricity buzzing under his skin. He keeps it up for a second or two, moving his fingers in a tight little circle before he turns it off, like a valve to his supply of energy, just his fingers in action now.

He looks back at Charlie's face, assessing the response. ] How was that?

[ He's touching her again and for a moment, she gets a little wrapped up in that fact alone. That they are there, together, his body close to hers, his fingers between her thighs and--

For the few seconds he uses his power, she sees stars. Gasping, her eyes widen for a moment, her mouth falls open and she shifts on the bed, her thighs wanting to clench shut like they do when she's about to come but she keeps them parted enough so that he can keep doing that.

And then before she can really get into it, it's gone. A hand lifts to run through her hair as she laughs carelessly at his question.]

Fuck... I'm... fuck. That would get me off in, like, seconds.

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[ Pride swells in his chest - not this ugly, smug pride he's felt at the end of jobs in the past, but a genuine, happy kind of pride, the kind that makes him want to work his ass off to make her laugh in that way again.

He wants to see how she looks when she comes, for real, and so he keeps his fingers on her, no current under his skin as he grins down at Charlie, leaning down until their noses touch. ]

What would be the fun in that, though? Gotta build it up, right?

[ He leans down and she turns her head just enough so that her mouth can press to his in a soft kiss. And she hums softly, her expression and tone teasing,] The fun in that is that I get to come, multiple times.

[ But she isn't so demanding.] I do like a good build up though. [ She kisses him again, drawing it out.]

Yeah?

[ Now that - that is very valuable information to keep in mind. He kisses her again, because he fucking can, and he wants to, and drags his fingers down to push inside her, both at once, pressing his thumb to her clit with one tiny electric jolt.

His own hips rolls against her thigh, and he thanks the heavens that he's always opting for comically big sweatpants - he would be in agony if he was wearing anything tight right now. ]

So, what you're saying is that you're full of surprises?

Ah-yeah, [ she gasps out against his lips, hips flexing at the sensation of his fingers inside of her and that little jolt to that sensitive bundle of nerves. She curses quietly beneath her breath, her eyes falling shut with a soft, breathless laugh.]

Sure am, [ she mumbles, one hand moving to curl into his hair tightly.] And full of you if I have my way. [ Her smile is positively impish at the horrible pun she just made despite being distracted by his touches. Her eyes open to meet with his, sparkling with laughter before she twists to face him, careful not to dislodge his fingers.

Because her hand moves from his hair to try and slip into his sweatpants, fingertips lightly sliding down his abdomen but stopping just short of touching him.]

Jesus Christ, [ He breathes out at the same time as a laugh, dropping his forehead to her collarbone. ] That was terrible, Charlie.

[ His laughter dies down when she trails her fingers down his body, lifting his head again, his eyes dark. He pushes his fingers harder inside her, moving in a slow rhythm but going deep, gauging her reactions with every move. When he speaks, it's sincere. ]

You can have whatever way you want.