[ the silence outside these walls, beyond the borders of this old house, makes her hearken back to memories of the homestead β evidence of nothing and no one for miles, nothing that can intrude on their safe harbor here, no interruptions by the chaos that frequently lurks out there in the darkness. but inside, illuminated by the switches she'd haphazardly flipped during her earlier navigation through the layout, it's just skin and shadows, the latter cast over the depths of his features when he shifts his weight, brings his hips forward, peels off pants and briefs and leaves himself bare.
her tongue snakes out to wet her lips, mouth suddenly gone dry, but the sight of him quenches her, makes her all too aware of the way she smarts for him, that pulsing at the junction of her thighs now perfectly timed with her quickened heartbeat.
his taste still lingers on her lips when he dips down to kiss over the arches of her hips, the flat of her belly, and she can't help thinking about the joke she made once about how much she'd kicked her own ass getting back into shape but now she almost regrets it, those physical remnants of the life she once harbored inside her all but nonexistent, no sign that it was ever really real even if she occasionally recalls the ghost twinges of those labor pains.
her hand finds a hold in his hair again, cradling him there against her abdomen, skin twitching under the light brushing of his kisses, the subtle tickling lifting a chuckle and then a soft sigh from her as she shifts, steps out of the lace that whispers past her ankles. she wants the firm arching of his body beneath her own, wants to know the way they fit together, wants to lose herself in something that maybe might be worth it, and when she resumes her seat astride his thighs, it's partly to savor that moment before joining, when she can draw herself flush against him and bite back another shudder at getting to feel him this close. ]
[ this shouldn't feel as natural as it does; he remembers rolling his eyes when he'd heard her voice in the diner β here's looking at you, kid β and he pieced together her identity as the talkative woman who'd almost convinced him out of his stubbornness in those moments of limited senses. yet, it all seems to make sense when she curves herself in over his lap, naked skin joining naked skin and he can feel the heat from the back of her thighs emitting so closely to his own. maybe he should have realized she'd be the one to chip away at his layers when his fingers had lingered over that button, temptation making him wonder about her, instincts telling him there was more to her than his initial conclusions β and she'd proven it again and again and again.
it makes all the sense for him to see her lips and want to kiss them with soft caresses, sweetness contrasting amongst all the urging heat that surges within the heavy weight between his legs. somehow, it isn't merely about that, not with them, and his mouth lingers near hers, nose dipping tenderly into the soft swell of her cheek, his whisper remains low for her ears alone, even if there isn't another shred of shared company around them for miles. ]
Wynonna. [ not judy. not earp. simply wynonna, in the same way that he remains frank tonight, both of them settling on that vulnerable exposure that leaves them breathless in one another's arms.
when he kisses her again, it's hard and firm, but not forceful, merely passionate, and his fingers roll up along her hips, stroking gently at those curves until he can find that steady purchase at her back, palms bracing her closer against him, heat felt all over in waves and possibly a little of something else, lodged safely but hidden in the cave of his frantically beating heart. ]
[ she can't pinpoint the exact beat she realized he was something more β not just that gruff exterior that occasionally offered hints of greater depths from behind that peering gaze that studied her from over the rim of a mug of diner coffee. maybe she'd found it in the smiles he'd tried to hide at first, the crinkling at the corners of his eyes that had given him away, attempting to deny that reaction with a shake of his head. maybe it was when she realized she didn't so much mind the nicknames they'd given each other, harry and judy and every other teasing remark volleyed back and forth. either he'd indulged her in that repartee or she'd unearthed a tendency that had been buried inside him, along with the other softness that had soon followed.
but there'd been no big revelation, no greater indication that they were meant for this, not him with his face nudged gently to hers, her eyes falling shut as she just allows herself to rock against him, building on her want of him, finding the angle that slots them together for something that teases as much as satisfies in its own right β and he says her name, and her heart leaps into her throat.
she can't say anything back right away, and thank god she doesn't have to because he kisses her soon after that, muffles the soft yet urgent sounds she makes when he coaxes her further on top of him; she hasn't shifted to take him inside her yet but it'll be any moment now if the ease of soft-slick skin along his hardness is any sign, building rolls across her frame that leave her panting, desperate and vibrating. ]
Frank. [ she can utter that name here, in the space between their mouths, breathe it into that kiss, and in that same beat guides him into her own wet and welcoming heat, gasps at that gentle, gradual infiltration, and drapes her body over his with a steady turn of hips until he's fully buried. ]
[ even the simpler sensations leave him shaking there beneath her weight, a slow gradual roll of their hips together that convey the exposure of their needs while still holding back from that inevitable step. he can feel the depths of her slickness, that slippery tease that moves against him and he sighs at her mouth, breaths heavy and audible with those soft pants, the whisper of his name caught suddenly between their kiss.
whatever the larger picture is, he knows he'll overthink it later; he'll come to realize sometime that this is more than he can hope for, that he's kidding himself to linger into something so genuine and warm, to bask in this with someone who softens him into a portion of the man he once was, so unreserved and open to greater chances. he knows the other corner of frank castle will remind him that he needs to focus on what he's already decided is his set course, the duty he's assigned himself to for the long run.
tonight, he'll drown in soft kisses and warm whispers and pretend this is enough β for now, it is.
his forehead tilts into hers when she adjusts the angle, providing the guidance that finally brings them together, a slick press that has him groan low against her mouth as his palms hold tight to her hips, not pressing her down to him but offering that support as she sets the pace in taking him in to his entirety, until there's nothing left but their hips nudged close together and all that's left is heat and their whimpered sounds urging for more.
he'll kiss her once more before his face finds a spot against her throat to hide his flustered cheeks, warm and ready as he holds her, soft strands on his chin tickling the space of her collar. ]
[ she hadn't realized she would want it this much, not until she literally had it within her reach, him naked and hard and ready beneath her and her showing those signs of mutual need β the arch of her spine, the undulation of her hips, the hard clutch of fingers into the brawn of his shoulders before her hands sweep into his hair again when he hides his face against the curve of her neck, cradling him there against her while she affords them those few lengthy seconds to just breathe into one another, skin flushed with new warmth.
and maybe the option of second-guessing will make itself known later, once the heat of the moment has died off to embers, once the sensation of his arms around her is a distant memory, once she starts to forget what his mouth tastes like. she'll start to question whether this was the right move, if they deserve a tonight in the long run when it means sacrificing those parts of them that can still claim friendship. because there won't be any going back, not after this.
and right now, if she has to ask herself, she's not planning on giving this up.
he unravels her a little more, with his mouth on hers, the press of him so deep inside her, and she has to steady herself in his lap, in his hold before she can even think of moving, but she gathers him close to her when she finally starts, that steady tense and relax of her thighs that will inevitably chase a more intense peak but only seeks to savor for the time being. now, she wants to find out how they move best together, to bask under the exploring slide of his hands and murmur wordless sentiments against the crown of his head. ]
[ something will change after this, and thereβs no guarantee itβll be for the better. he hadnβt wanted company those first few weeks, hadnβt wanted any attachments, but frank had never had much choice in the matter, how with laura bypassing locks and security to find sanctity in the space of his apartment and wynonnaβs name was a regular buzz on his phone with requests for a fix-up. admitting it had been the difficult part, but he never disguised the value he had for either of them once heβd embraced it, that heβd seek to help them through the coming trials of this town with either his strength or simple support, an offer extended to a few others locked in the same circumstances.
heβd wonder if it had been a risk when he kissed her that first time, and even following the awkward realization of what the pollen had done, theyβd confronted it head-on, labeling the accident as such and carrying on with that understanding.
but thereβs no dragging up excuses when their clothes lay in a messy bundle on her living room floor, when her naked thighs are draped over his and sheβs beginning to sway her hips to provide those gradual movements that cause him to shift against her from inside, the friction light and easy. thereβs no ignoring the way they whisper their names softly against their mouths, against their skin, as he mutters hers once more at her throat with a soft groan to convey the pleasure in the sensation when she rocks.
he wonβt forcibly thrust up inside of her, but when a rhythm begins to form, heβll glide his hips slowly to meet hers, a gradual process of learning their bodies, all while his fingertips seek to do the same, roaming over her thighs and gently gripping her backside, only when she forms that sway and heβs tilting up to nudge uncoordinated kisses to the underside of her chin, breathing parallel to the way they move. ]
[ she'd envisioned connections happening, having to rely on others to make her time here at least somewhat bearable; she knows the reverse of that, of trying to go it alone for far too long and the price she'd paid for independence. she's always been stronger when she's part of a team, even moreso when she finds people who can lend their strength to hers, and she'd sensed early on that he was someone she wanted to align herself with β not just for the purposes of cheap home repair, but because he'd be able to have her back when shit went sideways. they'd offered that to each other, after going through enough to make that kind of promise a necessity.
but she hadn't pictured something along these lines, her being lured in by desire that isn't completely fueled by surface-level attraction, that invisible tether that seemed to draw them into each other's orbit no matter how many times they tried to inhabit their own spaces, especially after that long afternoon in his bed. and eventually, after so many instances of finding him anyway, she'd been forced to stop trying.
she can't hide her body's natural responses to him, slick and willing, and if she'd imagined any hesitation, any halting or awkwardness, it dissolves altogether in the rhythm they find, the simultaneous push and pull, fingers and mouths and skin. her nails rake across his scalp again, a combing that doesn't aim to score too deeply but one she can't completely refrain from as that tension begins to find root deep within her center.
she tips her chin down, tilts her head and then her mouth is on his again, soft and intermittent brushes, not lingering enough to stifle any sounds but enough for her to relearn their fit; her tongue traces the definition of his lips and then lazily teases in, licking deep, and she accelerates to a smooth rocking over him, a moan punctuating every harder guiding of her hips down onto his. ]
[ heβs used to his detachments, of letting things shift away through his fingers without any firm grip to clutch them still. but with the gripping press of his palms, sloped over the small of her back and climbing as she rolls with harder motions, she feels solid within his arms, in more than just the physical. he hadnβt expected the consistency of her, the regular routine presence, either on the line with her sassing comments or across the table at the diner as she failed in her stealth of snagging fries from his plate.
most of that had been blamed on the size of the town, small enough to run into any face more often than not, but somewhere along the way he might have started making excuses β agreeing to her nonchalant invitation to chloeβs party, offering to maintain repairs on her house, slipping into the theater with her.
frank had long denied it, but somewhere along the way heβd stunted his attempts at resisting her, reaching out with open hands and clutching tight when sheβd slipped in close enough.
and with the slippery teases of her tongue, messy wet stripes that line his lips and tangle with that slick muscle of his own, he gives her his all, every part of himself peeled back for these moments they have together. ] God. [ he mutters it as more of a strained sound than anything in their half-effort kiss as she moves, hips bucking up from the couch to follow that faster motion, breaths leaving him in a steady panting. ]
[ there's always been a part of her that's tried to get under his skin. maybe not like this, with clothes tossed in various directions around the living room and her body now sticking to his with the heat that rises up between them, makes her breathe a little rougher with the effort she's giving to this, to riding him β but she's definitely aimed for knocking him off-kilter, either with words designed to goad a response or breezy innuendo that doesn't allude to any real follow-through.
if she's ever planning on being honest with herself about this, she'd have to admit that somewhere between that first blinded meeting and now, he'd found his own way past her walls, too.
she bends over him, the tension within her starting to unravel β and even if she's still chasing her release now it's mere minutes from her grasp, only so long she can maintain the rolling momentum of her hips without coming undone, but she doesn't want to get there until she knows she can lead him over that edge right alongside her and so she slows before that pressure builds to bursting, walks herself back, steadies with a shuddering exhale over his mouth.
it's been just long enough that she's aching for this now, but she'll be damned if she's not going to make the most of what she's got while she's got it. and that includes him, even if her thighs shake while she tries not to fall apart too fast. ]
[ as she slants her body forward, the weight of her nudged against his chest as the rest of them at their waists continues with the bulk of the motions, his back sinks into the couch cushion behind them, angling them slight but doing little to disrupt the persistent rhythm theyβve set together.
itβs more than just their hips that find a match; their breathing gives away the responses to the sensations and itβs undeniable that heβs pursuing a build that gathers more easily than not. it wonβt happen so soon, but heβs working up to it with her, especially now that the pace is faster, the flesh of their thighs meeting in frantic pulses, the slap of it pairing with the heavier panting, all else silent within the room, highlighting their privacy, their personal world.
he canβt kiss her like this, not properly, but it doesnβt cease him from the attempt, their lips mostly finding a sliding graze, exchanging breaths more than any pursing touch of their mouths. all that he knows is that he seeks that closeness with her, the combination between their legs still not providing enough of that even if he canβt drag her any closer than they already are. skin presses to skin, already forming that sticky sweat that could provide a gentle coolness if not for all the prevailing heat that threatens to consume him entirely. ]
[ haste and rising excitement render her movements sloppier, inelegant; she's slowly ascending towards that peak, sensations stacking on top of each other to get her there, higher and higher, and she can't swallow back her moans anymore, can't refrain from delivering those sounds in between their messy kissing.
she's about to shatter, to give herself over to him one piece at a time until he's got all of her in his hands, and she can only hope he'll be able to maintain a grasp on those fragments until she can forge herself back into that whole. the truth is that she trusts him to, has trusted him since maybe longer than she's even realized, and if there's anyone here she doesn't mind breaking open for it's the one who's holding her now.
there's nothing but silence, peace and the sounds of their breathing, bodies moving in imperfectly perfect rhythm, right up until the moment that she rocks down onto him just at the right angle and sways, goes rigid over him for the span of a couple seconds and finally, blissfully comes with a long shudder and a soft sob. her cheek nudges along his temple while her hips carry her through those lasting waves, eyes closed and heart primed to bursting. ]
[ almost as much as the rocking motions affect the incline towards his release, the sounds she echoes so closely to his lips does something to him as well. because theyβre unfiltered, raw and sincere, all of herself remaining there so exposed for him to swallow whole, to catch in his mouth and hands and securely it all safely within his hold.
somehow he should have known this was inevitable; they move together and it all makes sense, having her like this, rolling their hips in a parallel pace that feels like they know each other beyond the physicality of it all. and perhaps they do. because even if heβs stripped bare of his clothes now, heβs been heavily exposed in front of her eyes for an extension of weeks, maybe even months. even if it all hasnβt been explained, many details left covered and distant, sheβs picked apart enough for him to still feel like himself in her presence, at ease and unguarded.
and there are no guards here, his own noises rising in the front of steady grunts, rising from his throat every time she presses against him hard, relentless and fast-paced, the consistency of their stroking connection dragging him closer to that edge.
when she gets there, he doesnβt stop but he does hold her tighter, arms bracing around her back until his fingertips are gripping hard into her sides; they wonβt bruise the skin but she might feel the lasting imprints of him there, there and just about everywhere else, parts of him given to her in the same way that she offers herself. steadying her as her body tenses in his arms, he tries to tilt to kiss at her jaw, tender sweet peppering presses to soothe her through it, but itβs rendered difficult when he starts to feel the staggering motions of his own bucking hips. soon they tense, jolting up against her thighs, right until heβs pressed in deeply, a moment in which neither of them are separate from the other, and he wholeheartedly allows her to have him β or rather, sheβs already stolen him in pieces, and heβs been helpless in resisting, letting her claim him as she wants. ]
[ she considers the possibility that he may have shown her more than he planned, exposed more truths than he felt comfortable revealing to her at the start, but with everything that's been shared with her, right up until now, she feels like she has a more complete image of the person he is, the one she knows him to be after seeing that concern for others.
if you knew the kind of man i really am, the things i've done, you wouldn't be looking at me like this. he might still be convinced of that, but regardless of whatever he's done, she's seen what he does here, continues to do, and there isn't any mistaking that level of care. the worry he'd had for laura, even with wounds freshly inflicted, had struck her deeper than she'd ever thought was possible β to the point where now, especially, she lets in the little admission, secretly and to herself, that maybe it wasn't completely the pollen's influence after all that led her to seek his embrace, the warmth of his lips.
he holds her, while she tilts, cradles her close, not too firm or restrictive but giving her permission to unravel while he steadies her. and she turns her forehead against his cheek, as his hips power up into her for those last few thrusts, as he groans helplessly beneath her, sweat and salt and his own indefinable scent that she wants to bury her nose into and commit to its own new memory. her fingers run along the side of his face, his jaw, and she holds him too, as he finishes deep inside her, quietly whimpers through that flood of new warmth within.
even afterward, she doesn't try to withdraw from him yet, muscles lax and frame sagging into his, hoping that her weight won't be too much for him to bear now; she gives him her idly trembling body and a few kisses quietly drifted across his cheek, the side of his neck, eyes still closed until she finally sits back, blinks them open and finds his gaze with a small smile. ]
[ he forgets to breathe, the bulk of his release drawing on all corners of his energy as he clutches her a little tighter, clinging to her as the one of the only solid supports he's come to find in recent days. but she's already there, embracing him through it, the ease of her tender kisses roaming over that sweat damp hairs across his chin and flushed skin of his cheeks. he feels her everywhere at once, and he's not so quick to want to rid himself of those sensations, palms beginning to stroke soft at her back when his body beginning to settle from the intense climb.
he'd wondered if the regret and the realizations would strike him fast once those remnants of physical desire had been tended to. but even as they sink into those softer, breathless moments in the afterglow, the aching to be near her only intensifies further, craving those gentle nuzzles of lips and hands, closeness in small forms.
for someone who's always been so eager to go about things alone, frank has always been needy for soft touch like this, to be held and to hold in return, something to protect and cherish even in the brief opportunities he's allowed it. it becomes difficult to know if she'd needed to weaken him over time to fall into her hands, or if he'd been the one purposely letting himself fall apart from the start.
when she finally draws herself back, he peers up at her with a soft glow evident in his eyes, lightness that can contrast the typical darkness found there β affection, adoration, a swirl of emotions emitted at once as his fingertips find her cheek to caress in gentle strokes, slow without the rush to leave this too fast. and when she smiles, he matches it in turn, even in the smaller curving of his lips, breath still trying to ease back into a steadier pace. ] Hi.
[ she's going to have to remember how her legs work soon, but she might not have to figure that part out just yet, not while they focus on coming down together, some of the shared heat between them wearing off. she's sweaty-sticky against him, strands of hair gently plastered to her cheeks and the nape of her neck, but she's not put off by what pools in the backs of her knees or what his fingers trail through at the small of her back, even that evaporating to cool her while her pulse slows to a less intense rate.
and the question is there, on the tip of her tongue, if this has already been a mistake, if they've crossed one line too far, but the seconds continue to tick past and he's not pulling away from her, not reaching for his clothes and mumbling some weak excuse to leave β and she, to her own surprise, can't come up with a reason to ask him to go. this isn't what she does; she doesn't stick around, doesn't let herself have these moments of afterglow. in and out and that's it.
but their eyes meet and somehow the warmth in her belly sparks hot all over again when he smiles back at her, lifts a hand to her face; she won't be able to get the image of his face here out of her mind, not ever, that unmistakable fondness in his expression now directed solely at her, and she's briefly shy on the receiving end, turning her face into the stroke of his fingertips while trying to hide the rising color in her cheeks. ] Hey, you.
[ the words are simple, merely casual greetings that don't fit the intimacy of the moment, his body still pressed up inside of her, stickiness felt throughout the entirety of his skin in either sweat or sex. but the moment feels simple enough, something easy in his instincts to touch her, fingertips merely moving naturally across her face to circle the soft press of her dimple, that one that always makes him ease more easily into his own smile when he sees it.
his opposite hand still settles at her back, palm gliding in a smooth up and down across the height of her spine, attempting to soothe any tension on that naked skin, to assure her that there's no rush in having her separate herself and pull her weight away if she doesn't feel that need. because he certainly isn't intent on going anywhere, not until she wants him to. it's assuming and dangerous, but then such as been everything else that's sparked between them. ]
Feelin' okay? [ it's a soft question on his lips, partially to fill the space of that silence but also mild genuine concern, always thinking of her first. it could be a question of the physical, of the comfort of her spread thighs and angled legs, and the resulting exhaustion; it could also be a follow-up to the offer he'd extended before they'd drifted too far, when he'd given her that choice to decide which direction they'd take, whether to jump head first into this risk that neither of them seem to be running away from even still. ]
[ it's more, more than she's given anyone in a really long time. even before, with fireman charlie, they'd both agreed heading in about what it was and wasn't going to be, and she'd been able to segment herself, to remove feelings from the equation for something that could just be described as no-strings-attached fun β at least, that's what it might have been if she hadn't fallen down the rabbit hole into deer town shortly following their figurative roll in the hay.
but looking at frank, she can almost guarantee there wouldn't have been this same tenderness afterward, this checking in with her. she wouldn't have allowed time for it, and she doesn't know what it says that she's doing that now.
instead of responding out loud right away, she hums, tucking her head in against his shoulder with a small nuzzling, her nose nudging in along the curve of his unshaven jaw. she's relaxed but not tired, contented but not sleepy; it's a strange position to be in and she knows she'll have to navigate the awkwardness of sliding off his lap at some point but that isn't right now. the slow caress of his hands, the heat of him below her, keeps her own warmth pleasantly circulating, and she doesn't want to sacrifice that so quickly. ]
Yeah. [ her voice is faint, equally soft, but he's close enough that she doesn't need to muster much above a whisper. she reaches up to clutch fingers around his, drawing their hands together against his chest, that tattoo positioned above his heart. ] You?
[ this isn't all too different from how he would have responded to anyone else in this situation; even in beth's bed, their meeting having been limited to that single night and his intent on leaving town instantly in the morning, he'd placed all his care into their entanglements, not treating it merely as the one night stand they'd both known it to be. but even if his habits don't differ, the circumstances certainly do. wynonna isn't beth, spontaneity placed evenly within a box of only a few hours. and she isn't maria either, holding that certainty about his feelings the moment he'd found her eyes, definite love sparking in the exchange of playful insults and obvious intent.
she's something else altogether, a mystery that he knows won't stop tonight if they will themselves to draw it out longer, risks placed wholeheartedly into something that he can't spell with confidence. but it doesn't bother him, settling on focusing only on these smaller moments, letting them gradually stitch together into something bigger, without knowing what the picture might be when and if he can ever make it out.
she returns the question to him and he ducks his head in his own rare bout of bashfulness, small smile playing at his lips before swiping that habitual lick over them, nipping gently at the edges before peering back at her in almost shy glances. ] Yeah. [ he mirrors in his whisper, tucking their hands up to his mouth to press a brief kiss to the back of hers before returning them to the skin right over his heart. ] Yeah, I really am.
[ he wonders how long he could stay here like this with her, if it should be allowed at all; the longer he does, the more difficult he'll find it to eventually leave. ] But you are looking a little tuckered out. Want me to give you a lift to bed? [ the curve of his brow means to play it like a small joke, though the willingness is still there if she wants it. he also doesn't voice the before i go that he figures would be assumed. ]
[ even without the possibility of more, she recognizes the difference here, the trust that had laid the groundwork for everything that had followed, coincidence and circumstance driving most of their meetings before she'd figured out that she wanted it to be more intentional than that, seeking out his company even when the situation didn't always lend itself to their paths crossing.
even then, maybe there'd been signs of her wanting this, a closeness that she didn't necessarily feel deserving of or entitled to but longed for anyway, because with every part of himself he'd revealed to her she'd unconsciously given him her own pieces in exchange, again and again until he could claim more of her than anyone else here.
she isn't anticipating the shyness from him too and when it comes she's almost endeared more by that spread of lips, the tongue that darts out to wet them, the carefulness with which he lifts their clasped hands to drop a kiss against hers before lowering them both down again, and she can't stop herself from kissing him then, a soft assurance that regardless of what happens from this point on, they'll be okay.
his offer to escort her upstairs and into bed earns the arch of a single eyebrow before its twin follows and she hooks her lower lip in with her teeth, like she's even pausing to weigh over her options when the decision is practically spelled out for her already. ] Only if you're coming with me. [ the unintentional innuendo in that comment isn't lost on her and she laughs in the form of an exhaled chuckle, but the unspoken proposal in it stands, too. she wouldn't be opposed to him joining her β for sleep, or for whatever else they want to make use of that bed for before the sun comes up. ]
[ he considers the dangers of what it means to stay this long in her arms, but all it takes is the simple dip of her head, pressing her lips to his for something sweet and assuring, a kiss that says more in its brief exchange than what a full discussion about tonight's actions could. whatever it all amounts to, they'll still be "harry" and "judy" in the morning, and the way they respond in soft smiles and simplified gestures is only affirmation that they're still the same in all of this, even if the edges have differed to something far bigger.
even when she laughs at herself, quickly noting himself the unintentional joke she'd slipped in towards her response, it earns a vague roll of his eyes, the lack of actual annoyance clear with how he holds his soft grin through it.
but even amongst the playfulness, he has to draw his attention back onto the answer itself, his eyes watching her carefully. ] You want me to? [ it isn't even specifically about what they intend to do once they're there, whether they'll let exhaustion consume them into a doze or if they'll prolong the need for sleep with other intentions; it's the staying that speaks louder than anything, that she'd seek to have him linger even longer than he already. ]
[ she might wrestle over all of this tomorrow... or is it later today? god, she's been awake for so long and yet somehow she could stay up for hours longer just talking to him, drifting off to sleep before she even realizes that's what she's doing. but she's reassured by the exchange of laughs that follow, removing any possible tension remaining in her shoulders, her fingers resuming a gentle slide in the hair at the back of his head. ]
Mmm. Yeah. [ she tips her forehead to his, eyes holding his right until they close again, and she breathes her sigh over the tilting of his mouth, that smile that lingers behind before she gently eases off of him with a reflexive shiver, the sudden lack of him as much of an adjustment as that initial joining.
she might not expand on that request so much in actual words now, because it's tough for her to perceive anything beyond just wanting him to stick around, selfishly craving this new version of his company. but he has to know what she means when she doesn't slip off his lap immediately, lets her hand slip down to rest against his nape, and allows her breathing to even out a bit more. ] Just give me a second to remember how walking works. [ because she hadn't taken his question literally; he can't actually be thinking of carrying her now. ]
[ he'd considered he might end up finding reasons to leave, possibly spell out the diner as his reason, knowing he'll eventually need to open its door back up for the busier breakfast hours. but he doesn't find himself scavenging for that excuse, especially not when she affirms her desire to have him around for much longer than either of them had possibly initially anticipated, that request all he needs to make his decision on staying.
but even that consideration of moving from this spot has them unrushed, even when she does move to create that eventual separation, her fingers still tracing through his hair, soft brushes that make him realize just how long he's allowed it to grow out over the past few weeks β another signal that his mind hasn't been so intent on changing things from as they've been lately.
when she comments on needing that extended time, his lips quirk into a slight smugness, realizing that she hadn't taken him at his literal word. ] You can take more than a second, y'know. [ that's when he rolls his fingers onto her back again, lowering down his palms to run beneath the space at the underside of her thighs. ] Hold on. [ it's the only real warning he provides before he's leaning forward on the couch, gathering up the energy back in his legs (having needed that reminder himself on merely standing again) before he straightens up, clutching her at the thighs to keep her held steady against his chest.
he knows the layout of her house enough to move without needing direction, merely peering over her shoulder to make sure he can see his path clearly. there's only a momentary pause when he approaches the stairs, frowning slightly having briefly forgotten their existence in the first place before he makes the track upwards, mind far from the idea of him exploring the expanse of her house completely naked, only stopping when he's entered her bedroom and can lower her safely upon the bed. ]
Okay, good. [ she sighs, fully prepared to take the seconds she's being given to collect herself while all her muscles remain in that entirely lulled state, not possessing anything in the way of motivation on her end, and her head is already tipping forward onto the sturdiness of his shoulder β which is why she almost scrabbles for a hold on him when he eventually rises to her feet with her clinging to him like some kind of spider monkey, eyes widening and the smallest of gasps slipping out before she realizes he's making good on that intention to literally carry her to bed. ]
What are you β [ he's lifting her with those arms, and she almost ventures a question about whether or not his shoulder can handle it yet but he's maneuvering around the coffee table and back out of the living room to the stairs leading up to the second floor with an ease that only spells comfort on his end, even if it's not a far-off destination. she breathes another laugh, turning her head to nudge her forehead into his temple, partly to give him a path to see over her bare shoulder but also because she can't completely believe it's happening.
it's not that she thinks he'll drop her, but she really doesn't picture them making it all the way upstairs and into her bedroom, the right one indicated by the light she'd left on while changing earlier. he sets her down on the mattress smoothly, and for once she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed by her unmade bed, stretching across rumpled sheets as she props herself up on her elbows, watches him standing over her with the tip of her tongue touched to the edge of her mouth. ]
C'mere. [ she's not ready again, not yet, but greeted with the sight of him in this territory, her private space, new for the both of them to be inhabiting together, is a thrill all on its own, and she doesn't want to be without the weight of him over her for very much longer. ]
[ he cracks a quiet laugh at her stumbling reaction, the scramble that has her soon clutching to hold on when he surprises her with that sudden lift. she can see the amusement from her angle, spelled out so blatantly on his well-held smirk, and there's an ease in the way he holds her, the strength of his biceps doing their part in carrying her weight without any definite struggle. even his shoulder doesn't find a problem with the position, having had its time to heal, much faster than even he's used to considering how it'd been given more time without demanding use than he would have allowed himself if not for the worry and concern from both wynonna and laura over his healing process.
part of him merely seeks that amusement in teasing her, but he doesn't anticipate what else the playful happens to do when it further sets them into that comfort zone. there's that familiarity that has them now fully in a consistent exchange of smiles, more comfortable than merely shy, that by the time he sets her upon her bed and she's giving that clear demand, he's bearing neither surprise nor resistence to abide by it.
it's a different setting now, more intimate than before when they'd limited themselves to that perch on her couch; there's something all the more personal to be in her bed, his knees rising over the edges to shuffle forward between her spread legs. he's not hard again by any means, but there's certainly the simmering incline of arousal returning when he lowers himself over her, if only for that eagerness to find her lips again, sweetness still in the contact even if there's that depth of passion in it, parting his lips to provide that playful, exploring tongue, simply content to taste her for the moment, an arm wrapping tendering around her, palm stroking soft at the height of her hair, as the other slides low to caress the surface of her warm thigh. ]
[ that self-satisfied look on his face would be enough on its own for her to give him a gentle punch in the arm if he wasn't currently carrying her β because if anything would make him more inclined to drop her, it'd be winding up on the receiving end of a good-natured slugging. but she'll give him the enjoyment of catching her off-guard (because if she even allowed herself to dwell in it a bit longer she'd have to admit to liking it, too). but, almost as soon as it starts, his holding her under his own power ends when he settles her down against the bed β carefully, not an unceremonious dumping.
and he bends low when she beckons out loud, that roll of shoulders carrying him as he walks out on hands and knees over her; it's a novelty too, to see him from this angle, hovering over her, muscles rippling when he guides his body down against her own. she arches up into him, thighs finding residence against his hips and face tilted up for their mouths to skim before settling, and she finally relaxes back against the mattress as her own arms move around him, palms stroking against his shoulderblades and trailing over the curve of his spine.
she's still not over it, having him here, not just in her bed but in her waking hours, not limited to the scope of her memory and unconscious desire. she's almost prepared to have to tear herself from this dream, but every time she opens her eyes it's his face that swims into focus, his sounds she hears leveled next to her own. her name on his lips. she breathes his into that kiss, still that faint flavor of whiskey on his tongue but replaced more and more by his own unique taste, the scent of sweat and sex lingering between the press of skin on skin. ]
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her tongue snakes out to wet her lips, mouth suddenly gone dry, but the sight of him quenches her, makes her all too aware of the way she smarts for him, that pulsing at the junction of her thighs now perfectly timed with her quickened heartbeat.
his taste still lingers on her lips when he dips down to kiss over the arches of her hips, the flat of her belly, and she can't help thinking about the joke she made once about how much she'd kicked her own ass getting back into shape but now she almost regrets it, those physical remnants of the life she once harbored inside her all but nonexistent, no sign that it was ever really real even if she occasionally recalls the ghost twinges of those labor pains.
her hand finds a hold in his hair again, cradling him there against her abdomen, skin twitching under the light brushing of his kisses, the subtle tickling lifting a chuckle and then a soft sigh from her as she shifts, steps out of the lace that whispers past her ankles. she wants the firm arching of his body beneath her own, wants to know the way they fit together, wants to lose herself in something that maybe might be worth it, and when she resumes her seat astride his thighs, it's partly to savor that moment before joining, when she can draw herself flush against him and bite back another shudder at getting to feel him this close. ]
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it makes all the sense for him to see her lips and want to kiss them with soft caresses, sweetness contrasting amongst all the urging heat that surges within the heavy weight between his legs. somehow, it isn't merely about that, not with them, and his mouth lingers near hers, nose dipping tenderly into the soft swell of her cheek, his whisper remains low for her ears alone, even if there isn't another shred of shared company around them for miles. ]
Wynonna. [ not judy. not earp. simply wynonna, in the same way that he remains frank tonight, both of them settling on that vulnerable exposure that leaves them breathless in one another's arms.
when he kisses her again, it's hard and firm, but not forceful, merely passionate, and his fingers roll up along her hips, stroking gently at those curves until he can find that steady purchase at her back, palms bracing her closer against him, heat felt all over in waves and possibly a little of something else, lodged safely but hidden in the cave of his frantically beating heart. ]
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but there'd been no big revelation, no greater indication that they were meant for this, not him with his face nudged gently to hers, her eyes falling shut as she just allows herself to rock against him, building on her want of him, finding the angle that slots them together for something that teases as much as satisfies in its own right β and he says her name, and her heart leaps into her throat.
she can't say anything back right away, and thank god she doesn't have to because he kisses her soon after that, muffles the soft yet urgent sounds she makes when he coaxes her further on top of him; she hasn't shifted to take him inside her yet but it'll be any moment now if the ease of soft-slick skin along his hardness is any sign, building rolls across her frame that leave her panting, desperate and vibrating. ]
Frank. [ she can utter that name here, in the space between their mouths, breathe it into that kiss, and in that same beat guides him into her own wet and welcoming heat, gasps at that gentle, gradual infiltration, and drapes her body over his with a steady turn of hips until he's fully buried. ]
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whatever the larger picture is, he knows he'll overthink it later; he'll come to realize sometime that this is more than he can hope for, that he's kidding himself to linger into something so genuine and warm, to bask in this with someone who softens him into a portion of the man he once was, so unreserved and open to greater chances. he knows the other corner of frank castle will remind him that he needs to focus on what he's already decided is his set course, the duty he's assigned himself to for the long run.
tonight, he'll drown in soft kisses and warm whispers and pretend this is enough β for now, it is.
his forehead tilts into hers when she adjusts the angle, providing the guidance that finally brings them together, a slick press that has him groan low against her mouth as his palms hold tight to her hips, not pressing her down to him but offering that support as she sets the pace in taking him in to his entirety, until there's nothing left but their hips nudged close together and all that's left is heat and their whimpered sounds urging for more.
he'll kiss her once more before his face finds a spot against her throat to hide his flustered cheeks, warm and ready as he holds her, soft strands on his chin tickling the space of her collar. ]
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and maybe the option of second-guessing will make itself known later, once the heat of the moment has died off to embers, once the sensation of his arms around her is a distant memory, once she starts to forget what his mouth tastes like. she'll start to question whether this was the right move, if they deserve a tonight in the long run when it means sacrificing those parts of them that can still claim friendship. because there won't be any going back, not after this.
and right now, if she has to ask herself, she's not planning on giving this up.
he unravels her a little more, with his mouth on hers, the press of him so deep inside her, and she has to steady herself in his lap, in his hold before she can even think of moving, but she gathers him close to her when she finally starts, that steady tense and relax of her thighs that will inevitably chase a more intense peak but only seeks to savor for the time being. now, she wants to find out how they move best together, to bask under the exploring slide of his hands and murmur wordless sentiments against the crown of his head. ]
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heβd wonder if it had been a risk when he kissed her that first time, and even following the awkward realization of what the pollen had done, theyβd confronted it head-on, labeling the accident as such and carrying on with that understanding.
but thereβs no dragging up excuses when their clothes lay in a messy bundle on her living room floor, when her naked thighs are draped over his and sheβs beginning to sway her hips to provide those gradual movements that cause him to shift against her from inside, the friction light and easy. thereβs no ignoring the way they whisper their names softly against their mouths, against their skin, as he mutters hers once more at her throat with a soft groan to convey the pleasure in the sensation when she rocks.
he wonβt forcibly thrust up inside of her, but when a rhythm begins to form, heβll glide his hips slowly to meet hers, a gradual process of learning their bodies, all while his fingertips seek to do the same, roaming over her thighs and gently gripping her backside, only when she forms that sway and heβs tilting up to nudge uncoordinated kisses to the underside of her chin, breathing parallel to the way they move. ]
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but she hadn't pictured something along these lines, her being lured in by desire that isn't completely fueled by surface-level attraction, that invisible tether that seemed to draw them into each other's orbit no matter how many times they tried to inhabit their own spaces, especially after that long afternoon in his bed. and eventually, after so many instances of finding him anyway, she'd been forced to stop trying.
she can't hide her body's natural responses to him, slick and willing, and if she'd imagined any hesitation, any halting or awkwardness, it dissolves altogether in the rhythm they find, the simultaneous push and pull, fingers and mouths and skin. her nails rake across his scalp again, a combing that doesn't aim to score too deeply but one she can't completely refrain from as that tension begins to find root deep within her center.
she tips her chin down, tilts her head and then her mouth is on his again, soft and intermittent brushes, not lingering enough to stifle any sounds but enough for her to relearn their fit; her tongue traces the definition of his lips and then lazily teases in, licking deep, and she accelerates to a smooth rocking over him, a moan punctuating every harder guiding of her hips down onto his. ]
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most of that had been blamed on the size of the town, small enough to run into any face more often than not, but somewhere along the way he might have started making excuses β agreeing to her nonchalant invitation to chloeβs party, offering to maintain repairs on her house, slipping into the theater with her.
frank had long denied it, but somewhere along the way heβd stunted his attempts at resisting her, reaching out with open hands and clutching tight when sheβd slipped in close enough.
and with the slippery teases of her tongue, messy wet stripes that line his lips and tangle with that slick muscle of his own, he gives her his all, every part of himself peeled back for these moments they have together. ] God. [ he mutters it as more of a strained sound than anything in their half-effort kiss as she moves, hips bucking up from the couch to follow that faster motion, breaths leaving him in a steady panting. ]
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if she's ever planning on being honest with herself about this, she'd have to admit that somewhere between that first blinded meeting and now, he'd found his own way past her walls, too.
she bends over him, the tension within her starting to unravel β and even if she's still chasing her release now it's mere minutes from her grasp, only so long she can maintain the rolling momentum of her hips without coming undone, but she doesn't want to get there until she knows she can lead him over that edge right alongside her and so she slows before that pressure builds to bursting, walks herself back, steadies with a shuddering exhale over his mouth.
it's been just long enough that she's aching for this now, but she'll be damned if she's not going to make the most of what she's got while she's got it. and that includes him, even if her thighs shake while she tries not to fall apart too fast. ]
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itβs more than just their hips that find a match; their breathing gives away the responses to the sensations and itβs undeniable that heβs pursuing a build that gathers more easily than not. it wonβt happen so soon, but heβs working up to it with her, especially now that the pace is faster, the flesh of their thighs meeting in frantic pulses, the slap of it pairing with the heavier panting, all else silent within the room, highlighting their privacy, their personal world.
he canβt kiss her like this, not properly, but it doesnβt cease him from the attempt, their lips mostly finding a sliding graze, exchanging breaths more than any pursing touch of their mouths. all that he knows is that he seeks that closeness with her, the combination between their legs still not providing enough of that even if he canβt drag her any closer than they already are. skin presses to skin, already forming that sticky sweat that could provide a gentle coolness if not for all the prevailing heat that threatens to consume him entirely. ]
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she's about to shatter, to give herself over to him one piece at a time until he's got all of her in his hands, and she can only hope he'll be able to maintain a grasp on those fragments until she can forge herself back into that whole. the truth is that she trusts him to, has trusted him since maybe longer than she's even realized, and if there's anyone here she doesn't mind breaking open for it's the one who's holding her now.
there's nothing but silence, peace and the sounds of their breathing, bodies moving in imperfectly perfect rhythm, right up until the moment that she rocks down onto him just at the right angle and sways, goes rigid over him for the span of a couple seconds and finally, blissfully comes with a long shudder and a soft sob. her cheek nudges along his temple while her hips carry her through those lasting waves, eyes closed and heart primed to bursting. ]
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somehow he should have known this was inevitable; they move together and it all makes sense, having her like this, rolling their hips in a parallel pace that feels like they know each other beyond the physicality of it all. and perhaps they do. because even if heβs stripped bare of his clothes now, heβs been heavily exposed in front of her eyes for an extension of weeks, maybe even months. even if it all hasnβt been explained, many details left covered and distant, sheβs picked apart enough for him to still feel like himself in her presence, at ease and unguarded.
and there are no guards here, his own noises rising in the front of steady grunts, rising from his throat every time she presses against him hard, relentless and fast-paced, the consistency of their stroking connection dragging him closer to that edge.
when she gets there, he doesnβt stop but he does hold her tighter, arms bracing around her back until his fingertips are gripping hard into her sides; they wonβt bruise the skin but she might feel the lasting imprints of him there, there and just about everywhere else, parts of him given to her in the same way that she offers herself. steadying her as her body tenses in his arms, he tries to tilt to kiss at her jaw, tender sweet peppering presses to soothe her through it, but itβs rendered difficult when he starts to feel the staggering motions of his own bucking hips. soon they tense, jolting up against her thighs, right until heβs pressed in deeply, a moment in which neither of them are separate from the other, and he wholeheartedly allows her to have him β or rather, sheβs already stolen him in pieces, and heβs been helpless in resisting, letting her claim him as she wants. ]
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if you knew the kind of man i really am, the things i've done, you wouldn't be looking at me like this. he might still be convinced of that, but regardless of whatever he's done, she's seen what he does here, continues to do, and there isn't any mistaking that level of care. the worry he'd had for laura, even with wounds freshly inflicted, had struck her deeper than she'd ever thought was possible β to the point where now, especially, she lets in the little admission, secretly and to herself, that maybe it wasn't completely the pollen's influence after all that led her to seek his embrace, the warmth of his lips.
he holds her, while she tilts, cradles her close, not too firm or restrictive but giving her permission to unravel while he steadies her. and she turns her forehead against his cheek, as his hips power up into her for those last few thrusts, as he groans helplessly beneath her, sweat and salt and his own indefinable scent that she wants to bury her nose into and commit to its own new memory. her fingers run along the side of his face, his jaw, and she holds him too, as he finishes deep inside her, quietly whimpers through that flood of new warmth within.
even afterward, she doesn't try to withdraw from him yet, muscles lax and frame sagging into his, hoping that her weight won't be too much for him to bear now; she gives him her idly trembling body and a few kisses quietly drifted across his cheek, the side of his neck, eyes still closed until she finally sits back, blinks them open and finds his gaze with a small smile. ]
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he'd wondered if the regret and the realizations would strike him fast once those remnants of physical desire had been tended to. but even as they sink into those softer, breathless moments in the afterglow, the aching to be near her only intensifies further, craving those gentle nuzzles of lips and hands, closeness in small forms.
for someone who's always been so eager to go about things alone, frank has always been needy for soft touch like this, to be held and to hold in return, something to protect and cherish even in the brief opportunities he's allowed it. it becomes difficult to know if she'd needed to weaken him over time to fall into her hands, or if he'd been the one purposely letting himself fall apart from the start.
when she finally draws herself back, he peers up at her with a soft glow evident in his eyes, lightness that can contrast the typical darkness found there β affection, adoration, a swirl of emotions emitted at once as his fingertips find her cheek to caress in gentle strokes, slow without the rush to leave this too fast. and when she smiles, he matches it in turn, even in the smaller curving of his lips, breath still trying to ease back into a steadier pace. ] Hi.
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and the question is there, on the tip of her tongue, if this has already been a mistake, if they've crossed one line too far, but the seconds continue to tick past and he's not pulling away from her, not reaching for his clothes and mumbling some weak excuse to leave β and she, to her own surprise, can't come up with a reason to ask him to go. this isn't what she does; she doesn't stick around, doesn't let herself have these moments of afterglow. in and out and that's it.
but their eyes meet and somehow the warmth in her belly sparks hot all over again when he smiles back at her, lifts a hand to her face; she won't be able to get the image of his face here out of her mind, not ever, that unmistakable fondness in his expression now directed solely at her, and she's briefly shy on the receiving end, turning her face into the stroke of his fingertips while trying to hide the rising color in her cheeks. ] Hey, you.
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his opposite hand still settles at her back, palm gliding in a smooth up and down across the height of her spine, attempting to soothe any tension on that naked skin, to assure her that there's no rush in having her separate herself and pull her weight away if she doesn't feel that need. because he certainly isn't intent on going anywhere, not until she wants him to. it's assuming and dangerous, but then such as been everything else that's sparked between them. ]
Feelin' okay? [ it's a soft question on his lips, partially to fill the space of that silence but also mild genuine concern, always thinking of her first. it could be a question of the physical, of the comfort of her spread thighs and angled legs, and the resulting exhaustion; it could also be a follow-up to the offer he'd extended before they'd drifted too far, when he'd given her that choice to decide which direction they'd take, whether to jump head first into this risk that neither of them seem to be running away from even still. ]
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but looking at frank, she can almost guarantee there wouldn't have been this same tenderness afterward, this checking in with her. she wouldn't have allowed time for it, and she doesn't know what it says that she's doing that now.
instead of responding out loud right away, she hums, tucking her head in against his shoulder with a small nuzzling, her nose nudging in along the curve of his unshaven jaw. she's relaxed but not tired, contented but not sleepy; it's a strange position to be in and she knows she'll have to navigate the awkwardness of sliding off his lap at some point but that isn't right now. the slow caress of his hands, the heat of him below her, keeps her own warmth pleasantly circulating, and she doesn't want to sacrifice that so quickly. ]
Yeah. [ her voice is faint, equally soft, but he's close enough that she doesn't need to muster much above a whisper. she reaches up to clutch fingers around his, drawing their hands together against his chest, that tattoo positioned above his heart. ] You?
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she's something else altogether, a mystery that he knows won't stop tonight if they will themselves to draw it out longer, risks placed wholeheartedly into something that he can't spell with confidence. but it doesn't bother him, settling on focusing only on these smaller moments, letting them gradually stitch together into something bigger, without knowing what the picture might be when and if he can ever make it out.
she returns the question to him and he ducks his head in his own rare bout of bashfulness, small smile playing at his lips before swiping that habitual lick over them, nipping gently at the edges before peering back at her in almost shy glances. ] Yeah. [ he mirrors in his whisper, tucking their hands up to his mouth to press a brief kiss to the back of hers before returning them to the skin right over his heart. ] Yeah, I really am.
[ he wonders how long he could stay here like this with her, if it should be allowed at all; the longer he does, the more difficult he'll find it to eventually leave. ] But you are looking a little tuckered out. Want me to give you a lift to bed? [ the curve of his brow means to play it like a small joke, though the willingness is still there if she wants it. he also doesn't voice the before i go that he figures would be assumed. ]
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even then, maybe there'd been signs of her wanting this, a closeness that she didn't necessarily feel deserving of or entitled to but longed for anyway, because with every part of himself he'd revealed to her she'd unconsciously given him her own pieces in exchange, again and again until he could claim more of her than anyone else here.
she isn't anticipating the shyness from him too and when it comes she's almost endeared more by that spread of lips, the tongue that darts out to wet them, the carefulness with which he lifts their clasped hands to drop a kiss against hers before lowering them both down again, and she can't stop herself from kissing him then, a soft assurance that regardless of what happens from this point on, they'll be okay.
his offer to escort her upstairs and into bed earns the arch of a single eyebrow before its twin follows and she hooks her lower lip in with her teeth, like she's even pausing to weigh over her options when the decision is practically spelled out for her already. ] Only if you're coming with me. [ the unintentional innuendo in that comment isn't lost on her and she laughs in the form of an exhaled chuckle, but the unspoken proposal in it stands, too. she wouldn't be opposed to him joining her β for sleep, or for whatever else they want to make use of that bed for before the sun comes up. ]
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even when she laughs at herself, quickly noting himself the unintentional joke she'd slipped in towards her response, it earns a vague roll of his eyes, the lack of actual annoyance clear with how he holds his soft grin through it.
but even amongst the playfulness, he has to draw his attention back onto the answer itself, his eyes watching her carefully. ] You want me to? [ it isn't even specifically about what they intend to do once they're there, whether they'll let exhaustion consume them into a doze or if they'll prolong the need for sleep with other intentions; it's the staying that speaks louder than anything, that she'd seek to have him linger even longer than he already. ]
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Mmm. Yeah. [ she tips her forehead to his, eyes holding his right until they close again, and she breathes her sigh over the tilting of his mouth, that smile that lingers behind before she gently eases off of him with a reflexive shiver, the sudden lack of him as much of an adjustment as that initial joining.
she might not expand on that request so much in actual words now, because it's tough for her to perceive anything beyond just wanting him to stick around, selfishly craving this new version of his company. but he has to know what she means when she doesn't slip off his lap immediately, lets her hand slip down to rest against his nape, and allows her breathing to even out a bit more. ] Just give me a second to remember how walking works. [ because she hadn't taken his question literally; he can't actually be thinking of carrying her now. ]
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but even that consideration of moving from this spot has them unrushed, even when she does move to create that eventual separation, her fingers still tracing through his hair, soft brushes that make him realize just how long he's allowed it to grow out over the past few weeks β another signal that his mind hasn't been so intent on changing things from as they've been lately.
when she comments on needing that extended time, his lips quirk into a slight smugness, realizing that she hadn't taken him at his literal word. ] You can take more than a second, y'know. [ that's when he rolls his fingers onto her back again, lowering down his palms to run beneath the space at the underside of her thighs. ] Hold on. [ it's the only real warning he provides before he's leaning forward on the couch, gathering up the energy back in his legs (having needed that reminder himself on merely standing again) before he straightens up, clutching her at the thighs to keep her held steady against his chest.
he knows the layout of her house enough to move without needing direction, merely peering over her shoulder to make sure he can see his path clearly. there's only a momentary pause when he approaches the stairs, frowning slightly having briefly forgotten their existence in the first place before he makes the track upwards, mind far from the idea of him exploring the expanse of her house completely naked, only stopping when he's entered her bedroom and can lower her safely upon the bed. ]
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What are you β [ he's lifting her with those arms, and she almost ventures a question about whether or not his shoulder can handle it yet but he's maneuvering around the coffee table and back out of the living room to the stairs leading up to the second floor with an ease that only spells comfort on his end, even if it's not a far-off destination. she breathes another laugh, turning her head to nudge her forehead into his temple, partly to give him a path to see over her bare shoulder but also because she can't completely believe it's happening.
it's not that she thinks he'll drop her, but she really doesn't picture them making it all the way upstairs and into her bedroom, the right one indicated by the light she'd left on while changing earlier. he sets her down on the mattress smoothly, and for once she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed by her unmade bed, stretching across rumpled sheets as she props herself up on her elbows, watches him standing over her with the tip of her tongue touched to the edge of her mouth. ]
C'mere. [ she's not ready again, not yet, but greeted with the sight of him in this territory, her private space, new for the both of them to be inhabiting together, is a thrill all on its own, and she doesn't want to be without the weight of him over her for very much longer. ]
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part of him merely seeks that amusement in teasing her, but he doesn't anticipate what else the playful happens to do when it further sets them into that comfort zone. there's that familiarity that has them now fully in a consistent exchange of smiles, more comfortable than merely shy, that by the time he sets her upon her bed and she's giving that clear demand, he's bearing neither surprise nor resistence to abide by it.
it's a different setting now, more intimate than before when they'd limited themselves to that perch on her couch; there's something all the more personal to be in her bed, his knees rising over the edges to shuffle forward between her spread legs. he's not hard again by any means, but there's certainly the simmering incline of arousal returning when he lowers himself over her, if only for that eagerness to find her lips again, sweetness still in the contact even if there's that depth of passion in it, parting his lips to provide that playful, exploring tongue, simply content to taste her for the moment, an arm wrapping tendering around her, palm stroking soft at the height of her hair, as the other slides low to caress the surface of her warm thigh. ]
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and he bends low when she beckons out loud, that roll of shoulders carrying him as he walks out on hands and knees over her; it's a novelty too, to see him from this angle, hovering over her, muscles rippling when he guides his body down against her own. she arches up into him, thighs finding residence against his hips and face tilted up for their mouths to skim before settling, and she finally relaxes back against the mattress as her own arms move around him, palms stroking against his shoulderblades and trailing over the curve of his spine.
she's still not over it, having him here, not just in her bed but in her waking hours, not limited to the scope of her memory and unconscious desire. she's almost prepared to have to tear herself from this dream, but every time she opens her eyes it's his face that swims into focus, his sounds she hears leveled next to her own. her name on his lips. she breathes his into that kiss, still that faint flavor of whiskey on his tongue but replaced more and more by his own unique taste, the scent of sweat and sex lingering between the press of skin on skin. ]
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action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action; some suggestive nsfw
action; subtle nsfw
action; subtle nsfw
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action;
action; probs back on the nsfw train lbr
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw
action; nsfw