[ He holds it in until he can't anymore, and she collects it all, every drop of him sudden and salty against her tongue, so much she's forced to swallow once and then again before inevitably withdrawing and easing off him, sprawling out along his side. She's already chuckling, light and relaxed, unable to stifle the grin in her expression as her head lolls to one side, far enough for her temple to nudge against the outside of his thigh.
It strikes her then that both of them have basically succumbed to what could technically be referred to as a booty call, though they'd taken their sweet time getting to this point, her own curious inquiry into his whereabouts turning into a conversation that had somehow culminated in her inviting him over her to begin with β but she won't mention it if he doesn't, instead more than content to linger in the comfortable aftermath they've created for themselves as she allows herself to recover.
But she won't do it from this position, slowly rising up with a shove against the mattress and a soft grunt of effort in order to drive herself up toward the headboard and stretch out next to him, elbow digging into the pillows while she props her head up in her hand. ] Can't say I've done that in more than a minute.
[ He takes a long breath and then another, eased into shut eyes and his head nestling back into the pillow when she licks him clean, a lazy smile on his lips from how incredibly tender she is, more so when he hears the lightness of her laugh from below.
There's something oddly sweet in this when it should be anything but, when it's merely a spontaneous craving for sex that had him travel long across the city just to supply it.
( It's not just sex, and they know it, it's there when they linger close to one another, it's there when she laughs, it's there when he smiles, but they won't say it, won't, can't β )
He opens his eyes again only when she's lifted herself to level with him, lids fluttering up with a tilt of his head to the side to find the soft glow of her eyes in the darkness. With her hovering so close, he's helpless in raising his hand, the back of his finger gliding gently, languidly, against her cheek as his gaze gets consumed by the sight of her. ] Oh, yeah? Well, from my angle, I'd say you did a pretty decent job on it, Earp. [ He chuckles with the tease, a lazy lick swept across his lip. ] Ten stars.
[ He can't stay; he never does, not even when they're half-tangled up like this with one of her legs easing across the both of his to notch herself more effectively at his hip, arm resting limp across his middle. He's never stuck around and she'll never ask him to but for these few precious moments, they can both dwell in something they have no business being a part of β not here, not in this place that already demands so much of them.
He guides a hand toward her and she freezes β mid-motion, mid-smile, like she's not quite sure what he's intent on doing until that finger slips across the side of her face, finds the prominent indent beneath her cheek, and she turns her head into it, features softening from that broad grin into something smaller, subtler. ] Yeah?
[ The glide of pink tongue over the seam of his lips prompts her to spontaneously dive in to chase it, a residual spike of arousal driving her forward until she can catch it with her own, and she whimpers a little when she realizes she can taste herself on him, letting the kiss persist for several beats before she withdraws to murmur. ] Well, turns out I'm a pretty big fan of your mouth.
[ He won't stay because eventually sense comes to him, that he shouldn't linger, that this is a fleeting affair between two people lost in a world they aren't a part of. He'll find himself eventually back where he belongs, where circumstances will properly breathe life into the Punisher again β not in this bed, not in the quieter moments that follow, for as long as the warmth between their skins is meant to last.
When she slips her leg up, he braces it against him with the slide of his palm against her thigh, his thumb smoothing over the naked skin with unconscious rhythm. The focus remains on her eyes, on the soft curvature of her smile until she's closing in the space with a kiss, sex still heavy on both of their tongues but somehow sweet and tender all the same despite the wet caress of their lips. ]
Let's just say I felt pretty inspired by what I had in front of me. [ He kisses her again, lazy still but lingering and seeking more of her mouth, if only to bask without distraction before he finds sense to pick himself up from this bed. ]
[ In the end, it works out for her just fine too β at least, that's what she tells herself, never normally one to permit herself to hang around because that would signal the beginnings of something she isn't in any way qualified to follow through on, something deeper than what she can afford to get tangled up in. Physically, though, she's more than content to keep them half-entwined, voicing a sigh while his hand smooths across her thigh and her mouth plays across his, that heat between them not completely abated yet.
She'll choose to chalk it up to the fact that they've simply managed to get pretty freaking good at this, never once harboring the significant thought that this is about anything more than helping one another avoid the horrors of unblocking and just enjoying themselves in the process. ]
No surprise there. I am very motivating. [ That and maybe she'd done her best to wear down his reservations about stopping by this late; she'll never fess up to that part, though. Mouths seal and she hums quietly, fingertips clutching against the strength of his abdomen. ]
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It strikes her then that both of them have basically succumbed to what could technically be referred to as a booty call, though they'd taken their sweet time getting to this point, her own curious inquiry into his whereabouts turning into a conversation that had somehow culminated in her inviting him over her to begin with β but she won't mention it if he doesn't, instead more than content to linger in the comfortable aftermath they've created for themselves as she allows herself to recover.
But she won't do it from this position, slowly rising up with a shove against the mattress and a soft grunt of effort in order to drive herself up toward the headboard and stretch out next to him, elbow digging into the pillows while she props her head up in her hand. ] Can't say I've done that in more than a minute.
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There's something oddly sweet in this when it should be anything but, when it's merely a spontaneous craving for sex that had him travel long across the city just to supply it.
( It's not just sex, and they know it, it's there when they linger close to one another, it's there when she laughs, it's there when he smiles, but they won't say it, won't, can't β )
He opens his eyes again only when she's lifted herself to level with him, lids fluttering up with a tilt of his head to the side to find the soft glow of her eyes in the darkness. With her hovering so close, he's helpless in raising his hand, the back of his finger gliding gently, languidly, against her cheek as his gaze gets consumed by the sight of her. ] Oh, yeah? Well, from my angle, I'd say you did a pretty decent job on it, Earp. [ He chuckles with the tease, a lazy lick swept across his lip. ] Ten stars.
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He guides a hand toward her and she freezes β mid-motion, mid-smile, like she's not quite sure what he's intent on doing until that finger slips across the side of her face, finds the prominent indent beneath her cheek, and she turns her head into it, features softening from that broad grin into something smaller, subtler. ] Yeah?
[ The glide of pink tongue over the seam of his lips prompts her to spontaneously dive in to chase it, a residual spike of arousal driving her forward until she can catch it with her own, and she whimpers a little when she realizes she can taste herself on him, letting the kiss persist for several beats before she withdraws to murmur. ] Well, turns out I'm a pretty big fan of your mouth.
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When she slips her leg up, he braces it against him with the slide of his palm against her thigh, his thumb smoothing over the naked skin with unconscious rhythm. The focus remains on her eyes, on the soft curvature of her smile until she's closing in the space with a kiss, sex still heavy on both of their tongues but somehow sweet and tender all the same despite the wet caress of their lips. ]
Let's just say I felt pretty inspired by what I had in front of me. [ He kisses her again, lazy still but lingering and seeking more of her mouth, if only to bask without distraction before he finds sense to pick himself up from this bed. ]
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She'll choose to chalk it up to the fact that they've simply managed to get pretty freaking good at this, never once harboring the significant thought that this is about anything more than helping one another avoid the horrors of unblocking and just enjoying themselves in the process. ]
No surprise there. I am very motivating. [ That and maybe she'd done her best to wear down his reservations about stopping by this late; she'll never fess up to that part, though. Mouths seal and she hums quietly, fingertips clutching against the strength of his abdomen. ]