[ 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. ]
[ she draws out his name from her lips again, and he momentarily gets caught in a soft smile, still somehow entranced every time he hears it whispered like that from her throat, desire filtered within the extended sound of it. he moans low in response, swiping his tongue across her lip when he says hers in turn, an exchange that he'd be content in repeating over and over as he takes in the wet of their mouths, the breathlessness that they fall into again now that they occupy their mouths in lazy but eager kisses.
any lingering concerns about the aftermath of this don't rise to his mind anymore; something about this feels far more solidifying than before, the way her palms branch up over his back and draw him in closer to her, hips moving in function together with far more freedom than his position on the couch had allowed. it's really the entirety of her that he feels pressed up against him in her arch as he sinks just enough while still keeping his weight from trapping her beneath him, and he doesn't need to be inside to register how warm she simply is all over, the sensation of her skin nudged in so close to his own an addiction in itself.
it becomes clear fast that sleep isn't the first direction either of their minds will go, not when hands roam and stroke skin as if neither of them are done with this opportunity to continue exploring those depths, those limits.
taking his cues from the rolling vibrations of her sounds, his name urging him further, he's confident enough to let his palm at her thigh slide in between their bodies, dipping in low until firm fingers can slip against the apex, stroking slow where the combinations of their releases still keep her well wet. ]
[ it does feel like the natural next step for them somehow, those teasing sentiments now paired with even more intimate touch β because they've made contact before in other, smaller ways. her elbow digging into his side while they'd crammed themselves into those tiny theater seats and he'd tried to steal a handful of her popcorn. her shoulder jostling his as they'd crowded together to look underneath her sink so he could explain the process of fixing a leaky pipe. the absent brushing of fingers when she'd nudged past his hand with her own to swipe a piece of bacon from his plate at the diner. all those little points of her body against his and still it hadn't signaled this, even with the pollen that had rendered them tangled up in his bed not too long ago.
she's briefly overwhelmed by the size of him over her, not as readily discernable when she'd been the one hovering over him before but undeniable now as he covers her body with his, careful not to crush but giving her that security of limbs and torso draped over her while she rocks up into him, soft whimper flowing freely from her lips to his.
she hadn't been able to put her hands on all of him before and she's definitely seizing advantage of the opportunity, the change of scenery, the new position, to do that, skimming over shoulders and back and lower. she dares to give him a squeeze over that firm curve with a low chuckle in her throat before that sound turns into a gasp when his fingers achieve their own descent along her abdomen and nudge up between her thighs.
she's slick there, messy with the both of them, and not sensitive enough to make his touch more than she can handle right now, and her thighs practically fall open under his attentions, peeling her mouth away from his to sigh next to the shell of his ear. ] You trying to work me up again?
[ while seemingly the natural step, it had taken quite a gradual road to get here, simpler brief grazes of their hand hardly ever hinting to the places where their palms would roam now. but he still remembers those first instances when her touch could perform quite the spell on him, when all it had taken was a brief stroke of her fingers at the curve of his jaw, swiping at the water droplets hanging against the then thinner hairs on his chin, to lure him into kissing her that first time, his own fingers offering light caresses to the chilled swells of her cheeks.
their lips find themselves more confident now, eagerness as they swell softly from the addictive draw of mouth against mouth, their bodies wet in an entirely different way than they'd been underneath the spray of that shower. he hadn't known then that it would be anything more than that brief kiss, his own conscious cutting it short with quite recognition of its regret.
she'd yelled at him after the fact, but he doesn't see her yelling at him now, at the very least not to angrily scold him for his spontaneous choice, and instead he finds himself drawn into the other noises her mouth makes, those almost quiet whimpers stirring his interest in more way than one, pleased when they spur into a gasp at the initial press of his fingers between her legs.
when she whispers at his ear, he grins to himself, almost chuckling before he returns that low response to her ear, breath still warm on her skin. ] If I was, I'd be using something other than my hand to do it.
[ he lets the words linger there for enough time for her to register them, letting them swirl there with any potential interest before he presses his lips against her jaw, beginning an extended trail from the center of her chest to her belly as he rolls down the length of her, head remaining ducked until he aligns himself to where his fingers had previously slipped, the scent of both her and him heavy within his nostrils but somehow tempting still as he teases with a kiss against slickness, merely experimental at first. ]
[ it had taken the removal of whatever inhibitions she could still claim ownership of to make that first kiss happen, plus the addition of a little liquid courage and the escalation of a spontaneous water fight that had culminated in the most severe form of retaliation when he'd dunked her beneath that icy cold spray. to this day, she still doesn't know if anyone had really emerged the winner, but maybe that's a debate best left to a time when she isn't caught up in kissing him, longer and more driven than the tender press of wet mouths they'd shared in that bathroom.
and her decision to confront him back then, to march into his apartment without greater consideration for what he might be in the middle of (or turning into), had really been the result of her own inner frustrations, her irritation with herself for getting pulled into something she wasn't prepared to deal with. regardless of any greater feelings she may or may not have been denying at that stage, this wasn't what she was looking for. in any sense. period.
but while she's slipped past his defenses, he's accomplished the same on his end, with her, finding means of weathering down the walls she uses to keep everyone at arm's length, to protect herself, to guard her own heart. she can't mask the smile that his rumbled response coaxes back onto her lips, wide enough for both dimples to be rendered visible in her features. ]
Oh, yeah? [ she knows exactly what he's getting at, brows rising, and the further arch of her body betrays that interest β the tipping of her chin into the roll of her shoulders into the lift of hips and lower, and when he settles himself between the spread of her thighs she can't help but try to better observe him, and her head lolls against the mattress, hair fanning out to frame her face while she tracks his descent. his kiss provokes a soft intake of breath, her confession slipping out before she can stop herself. ] I've β thought about your mouth on me like this.
[ this certainly hadn't been his intention when he'd offered to bring her up to her room, and possibly not even an idea that had immediately spurred when he'd climbed onto the bed to meet her mouth, sinking his body over her almost protectively and securely for the sake of dragging this on a little longer than they possibly meant to. but it's where he finds himself now, simply moving on instinct, one heart beat at a time, as they've been seeming to follow throughout the entire course of the night β or morning, rather, even if the sun hasn't yet risen.
he takes those arching curves of her body, the further spread of her legs to allow him that offered entry, to represent her approval of his teased indication. even though he'd pressed that initial kiss right to the center, he tilts to nudge his lips to the inner space of her thigh as well, noting those damp spots high up where the wet of her had spread low once she'd separated from him. it's there he swipes slow licks, cleaning but replacing that dampness with that of his own tongue. ] Yeah? [ he offers a subtle smile, only partially visible from her angled view, but the surprise and curiosity is clear in his tone. ]
Why don't you tell me about that? [ it's a bold request, but it falls in line with her own confession, new territories beginning to be tested as audibly as it is physically, his mouth parting to tease more of those licks along that vertical entry. ]
[ and it hadn't been her intent to launch into that reveal of her fantasies, whether subconsciously or not. her dreams had definitely been the landscape for most of them, desires she hadn't been able to fully express spelled out way more clearly in the scenarios she'd created for the two of them. seemingly innocent at first, casual exchanges as was their norm before devolving into something closer to these present lines β though maybe with the peppering in of some filthy language to really drive home the absurdity factor.
it's not her first inclination to express, out loud, how often he's been given a co-starring role in her unconscious dreamscape, and when he gently encourages her to share β not a demand, because it doesn't leave him that way, a softness in his voice while his tongue tastes her inner thigh and further β she can't stifle the restless shifting of her hips, the words that stumble out. ] Well, I β
[ she swallows, drawing her lips in, wetting them both with a sweep of her own tongue and wondering if she can even get through telling him when even the slightest flick against her teases out a different sound from her throat. ] I had a dream about you. Your face between my thighs, downstairs on the dining room table. Me telling you how much I wanted this, and β and here in this place, these dreams, they always feel so real that I woke up soaked straight through. [ and she's not talking about sweat either, frank. ]
[ he'd joked to her before about telling him her fantasies, the playful tease resulting in her wistful desire to dive into a plateful of hot, fresh fries (which he'd been intent on fulfilling, even if they found further distractions to keep from finishing devouring that batch). he hadn't actually considered that she might have had an actual dream where his mouth was front and center, tending to her exactly like this. ]
Maybe I should have carried you over to the dining room table instead. [ he breathes a soft chuckle, teasing her purposefully, especially knowing the incline of her sensitivities from his brushing swipes. though, truthfully, that little detail does provide a little further insight, recalling a slight mood shift whenever he lingered at that table, arranging his tools before use, an almost urgency in her tone to get him away from it.
but what he doesn't say is what the overall knowledge of it does to him, to know that she'd somehow been thinking of him like this, for however long before tonight; he thinks of her wet by natural means, by only her imagination, of him in her mind, working her as she wants him to, and that idea alone begins to rouse him again, shifting his hips slightly against the mattress as he tries to realign his focus to where his mouth is, suddenly a little more motivated than he had already been. ]
This dream β did it feel better than this? [ he continues to move slow, but the brushes are firmer, swiping across those slick surfaces of her folds, rolling what's already wet onto his tongue. it doesn't deter him to know that it isn't only her taste there, that there's plenty of him mixed together with it, and that only adds to the pleasure of it, that one go hasn't stopped her from wanting more of him, that she's still welcoming him now as he drags his tongue vertically against that more sensitive bud, rolling over it in gentle circles. ]
[ she wouldn't have divulged anything to him then, while they were still on the phone, navigating exactly what she could and couldn't realistically tell him β but here, with him situated between the spread of her knees and his hands gently sliding across her inner thighs, it's remarkably easier than she thought it would be to just let those admissions spill out, further emboldened by the teasing wetness he delivers with each barely-there sweep of his tongue. ]
Easier on the knees up here, pro β probably. [ she tries for a joke, but it doesn't come out as smoothly as she intends it to when she breathes in again, sudden and sharp, and now she knows he's probably thinking back on every time she tried to keep him away from that section of the house, the sight of what he'd done to her there still in her mind's eye even if it had never actually gone down that way in real life.
and she won't say what she'd done upon waking, coaxing fingers down through the absolute slickness there to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then over that pinnacle; it hadn't taken much, she'd been literally aching for it, for the sensations her brain had envisioned, and yet they pale in comparison to what she's actually experiencing, the sweetness of her reality starting to become fully realized. ]
No. [ she whimpers because it's true, but the amusement is there too, driven by the fact that he might actually be trying to compete with that imagined version of himself, and if he's put off in any way by the combined mess between her legs he doesn't let on, tongue delving over her with a harder press, even if he continues at the same even pace. she reaches down to thread fingers through his hair yet again, a soft rasping through what he's allowed to grow out since arriving here, but gives the strands a small tug when he finds that tiny bundle of nerves. ] It didn't.
[ he won't admit as to whether or not it's intended to be a private competition with himself; he's no idea what wynonna might have imagined, or how close to realistic the dream even happened to be in the first place, but it goes without saying that, considering she'd imagined him doing this to some extent, he doesn't want to disappoint her. but he doesn't attempt to overthink it either, too consumed with that mutual desire to really even be allowed to let his thoughts float elsewhere.
she tastes of salt and sweat, sex and slickness, and when he rolls his tongue along that soft skin, it's become as much for him as it is for her, encouraged by the way she shifts her fingers into his head to urge him on, the tugs that come from it exhilarating with those soft stings it provides, knowing he'd only be aroused further if she tightened her fingers further around the strands.
there's no other words from him now that he's found a steady rhythm there against her, but it doesn't cease the noises that arise, soft groans vibrating against her when he parts his lips over that swollen button to suck gently, wanting to test where her voice travels, how she chooses to direct him, or if her body merely tenses in response to what he does to her.
it's all experimental, even if he has his experiences to know those spots that rouse a little more confidently; even though there'd be uncertainty about this, the longer he spends tasting her, touching her, the more likely it seems of this being more than these hours, that what he does to her now and what he learns from it, might even come into play during a later experience. not that he occupies much of his head with thinking of later, more distracted with the now. even if it doesn't go beyond this, beyond this bed, he'll make use of the minutes anyway, to make it worthwhile for all that she had sought out from a mere dream, to give her a reality that does more with a solid tongue and succulent lips, offering something that should be more satisfying than a fantasy. ]
[ it might be too early to tell, but she's already convinced that this is panning out to be way, way better than anything her imagination could have come up with. she wouldn't have been able to conjure his sounds from memory, know those noises of enjoyment he makes when he tastes her, doesn't rush through anything but takes his time exploring like he's trying to figure out what she likes. she's not used to that, is far more accustomed to hastening through anything resembling foreplay in favor of the main event. and maybe she'd fallen prey to that their real first time, only kisses and briefly wandering mouths to build up their mutual need, but that isn't what's happening now.
she tries to maintain slow and even breaths, but he's too experimental, too set on learning her, and she realizes that she's not going to be able to rest for as long as he's down there, hips twitching underneath everything from the light suction of his lips to firmer drags from his tongue until she's forced to grip a little harder at his hair and hope she's not hurting him while the other finds purchase in the sheets beneath her, flexing and relaxing her fingers whenever he stumbles across a more sensitive spot.
some of that slickness is theirs, but more and more it's being replaced by arousal that's hers and hers alone under the ministrations of his mouth, the groans that create an added vibration over tender flesh, and when she tugs at his hair now it's not to steer him in any one direction but to clue him into the fact that what he's doing is good, so good.
the problem with finally getting to have this, him, the two of them together in her bed, figuring each other out, is that when it's all over she's going to feel the loss of it. maybe it would have been better not knowing, because now that she knows how he can make her feel she won't be ready to relinquish it, to surrender it, to backtrack and pretend this isn't what they are. what she wants them to be. even if she might not be able to say it out loud yet. ]
[ the first time might have relied more on that urgency, the gradual build up that had been months in the making, silent interest pouring into that eventual realization that the physical attraction wasnβt something to be ignored. it was inevitably for there to be that much piled heat, stirred together by their finally mutual kisses, not spurred on by pollen or party circumstances β just them relying on instincts under the soft light of the living room.
but thereβs no rush here, not as his tongue tracks the corners of her folds to find those places where the fierce tug of her gripping fingers clues him in on that pooling arousal, marking those favorable spots with spit, soon lost in the mixture of her slickness, now more consistent to taste than what was once both of them together. the more he takes his time, the more he begins to memorize the signals of what she likes, those hardly subtle jolts of her hips that seeks out more of his experimental press, massaging those areas with the firm tip of wet muscle.
soon, though, heβll seek out the point of entry, fingers dipping in to spread her open until he can penetrate gently with his tongue, stroking her walls with that limited reach, but moaning low to amplify the sensations and relay his own satisfaction with the position.
thereβs enough here that he doesnβt have to think about what comes after; sheβs an overwhelming and addictive taste on his tongue, a soothing rhythm of moans at his ears, and heβll take everything she offers without taking a single dose of it for granted. heβs led her to her release once, and heβll aim to take her there again, not opposed to the potential of yet another after that if it means letting these very early morning hours last longer than they should. ]
[ there hadn't even been anything within that first time that necessarily indicated another round; she'd spent those moments downstairs with him not wanting to consider too much of the future or dwell on the past they'd accumulated together but living each second, those initiating kisses and everything that had followed. and now they're up here, and she honestly can't propel her thoughts ahead to an afterward, too wrapped up in it, in the growing rhythm of his mouth against her and her hips responding in kind, gentle yet eager.
there's no rush, even while she occasionally devolves into writhing underneath him, some of those probing strokes turning into teases that she figures he may not completely intend on delivering but doesn't withdraw when she offers a more pleading whimper, or a stronger clutching of fingers in his hair, instead giving her more β and the tension within her starts to spike. ]
Frank, shit. [ it's nothing compared to when his tongue dips into her, when he utters those soft noises into her skin, half-muffled by where he is but palpably felt as it ripples across her body and makes her hips lift again, knowing he'll only be able to get so far but unable to completely refrain. it's now her need that drips against his mouth, makes her fight not to squeeze her thighs together.
she's not sure if she should be surprised that she's already close, or impressed that he's brought her to near-bursting so soon, but it promises to be no less intense than the first time and she can feel the heat pull together, form a taut sphere within her. she tugs at his hair, tries to signal she's close but can't eke out anything beyond a louder moan before she finally unravels into a mess of quivering limbs. ]
[ she rolls up her hips, urging his mouth more firmly against her; it wonβt drag his tongue inside of her any further than he can naturally reach and while thereβs further he can go if he plunged in his fingers (or something else altogether), he wonβt sacrifice this method of tasting her, especially for when she reaches that incline of another release and sheβs left dripping on his lips. not that he doubts his ability to get her there on mere use of his mouth alone, already snatching her conveyed hints.
he groans against her with that more obvious tug, a sting in his scalp that prompts him to rub a little harder at those slick walls, now lost in the consuming presence of her arousal heavy on his mouth.
heβs growing hard again, a heavy weight now hanging between his thighs where his knees remain spread on the mattress. while he knew there was plenty of a chance of getting turned on by the mere act of tasting her like this, he hadnβt anticipated that extent of an erection, thought there was a lot to be said about the exhilaration stemming from these new experiences with her. still, even if the sounds at his throat might signal those heightening levels of interest, thereβs no intention on his mind besides what he has in front of him now, especially if sheβs peaking there so soon.
eventually he caves when his arm curves around her thigh, hand dipping to that center to press his thumb on that sensitive bud, fast motions swirling the pad to offer quick rubs, with spread slickness allowing for an easy slide. paired with his thrusting tongue, he wonβt stop until she forces him to, making sure sheβs consumed by all the sensations he can provide at once. ]
[ she's there, hard and all at once, climax hitting her almost intensely enough to bowl her over as she curves, arches, loses herself under the capabilities of his mouth and that single press of a finger, the added stimulation as she reaches her very peak stealing a cry from her throat as she jerks once, and then again, and then finally goes still, muscles lax against the mattress. ]
Je-sus Christ. [ her heartbeat is a rush in her ears, that thrumming pulse enough to daze her for those first few seconds that she's merely lying there before a smile finally hits her, lips peeling apart to flash him the extent of her pearly whites as she brings a hand to her forehead, pushes out a weak chuckle. parts of her are still twitching, those residual spasms causing her to clench involuntarily around nothing, abs fluttering until those lingering aftershocks finally subside.
and when she tips her head to the side to glance down the length of her own body, she spots him there, half-visible from that vantage point, but she doesn't quite perceive the mess she's left behind on him until he eases up and she discovers it, that patch of hair beneath his chin showing entirely obvious signs of what he's just been doing. she struggles to push herself up into sitting and stretches out a hand toward him, closing fingers around the strength of one of his forearms. ]
Sorry, I might've β [ she gestures to her own face, in the vicinity of the affected area, and she can't seem to ditch the silly-stupid grin on her mouth, her cheeks hurting from how much she's attempting to suppress it at the sight of him wearing her like that. ]
[ as soon as he feels those jolts of her body bucking upward, he keeps her mostly steady with a free hand to her hip, thumb following through with its persistent attendance, only loosening it when he senses that peak of her sensitivity relayed by her swaying hips.
but itβs mostly from a firm mouth that aids her in riding through it, that tongue never quite leaving its station against her, where he can taste all thatβs coaxed from her in that single release, running it over his lips and spreading against his chin even as his tongue aims to clean her in lasting swipes. and he takes her all in, right up until sheβs powering down, the weight of her slumping onto the bed and loosening from their tight press to his face.
when he finally peers up, itβs as she angles to steal a glance in his direction. and while heβd anticipated some level of a reaction from her, the beaming smile that spreads quite obviously across her face isnβt quite the one heβd have likely predicted. and itβs only when she gestures that he takes the hint, confusion in the tilt of his brows shifting when he brings his fingers into the hair at his chin, the contact noting him quick of its stickiness. ]
Well, shit. [ itβs spoken so matter of fact, and soon follows with a tilted grin of his own, almost embarrassed if he werenβt so entertained by her more obvious amusement. Pursing his lips (but not before swiping a steady lick across them), he gives a soft shrug where heβs still bent over her thighs. ] I donβt know. Think itβs a pretty good look.
[ the entire lower half of her body is tingling even after those last few waves course through her, rippling down the length of her spine and causing her hips to jump a couple times in reflex, enough to make her laugh as those feel-good pheromones rush into her system and leave her feeling damn giddy. she doesn't even want to crane her head to look over at the clock on her nightstand right now; even if she does, she's only going to be surprised at how awake and alert she feels now, a bright-eyed glance up at his face as he finally figures out what's amusing her so much. ]
You think? So you're gonna show up at the diner tomorrow rocking that accessory? [ more like today, she thinks to herself, whenever that happens to be; she dimly realizes she's been keeping him from being there now but she can't find much reason to feel too bad about it unless he starts getting a dozen angry texts about why the lights aren't on.
selfish, that's what she feels, but there's no guilt in that emotion and she scoots forward carefully, mindful of the sensitivity in her hips, her thighs until she can situate herself directly beneath him, lifting her hand to clutch fingers around his chin (and in the midst of that sticky beard). ]
I don't know. I think I could get used to it. [ and maybe she's considered the implications of that remark, or maybe she hasn't given it a second thought, but she closes the distance to kiss him either way right after it, heedless of any shine that may rub off on her face in the process. ]
Itβs fine. No one pays attention to the man behind the counter. [ itβs βbehind the curtainβ, but he isnβt being picky on expressions now. it doesnβt even stun him to hear of that reminder of the diner itself and how much he probably be over there right now opening it back up soon. from his angle, he can catch that glance to the clock, still not quite five but slowly reaching there; as long as he gets back for six, he should be alright, yet somehow the rush to get himself cleaned up for it doesnβt reach him.
instead, heβs still engaged in watching her, listening to the soft comments that spell her casual, eased tone, the one that signals that heβs clearly got her on her good side now, instead of the frantic flustered that had stormed into his apartment when heβd undergone yogi bear syndrome.
he sits back on his knees, straightening his upper body when she shifts forward to be level with her, leaning in when she tucks her fingers amongst the mess of his beard.
could get used to it, he repeats in his head, and though it might simply be an off-hand unintended comment, he isnβt opposed to that idea, to this. having only literally gotten a taste of it, of the way theyβre learning each other, even in more intimate corners. even the simple gesture of kissing him, when heβs coated with her on his tongue, the same way in which heβd lapped up remnants of himself between her thighs β thereβs something almost trusting in that, arousing as well, and he doesnβt draw back from kissing her in return, licking her lips and parting his own for her to taste herself on him. ]
You say that now. [ now, mere hours from when he needs to be back there if her suspicions are right, but she won't ruin the temporary bubble they've constructed for themselves out of all this closeness by stealing a look at the clock now, content to remain in her own ignorance about it. the longer she avoids it, the longer she can keep fooling herself into thinking that his leaving isn't as close as it really is. it's all in line with that selfishness, though, not wanting to deny herself this now that she's got it.
and she shrugs up to him, even if she'd be more than happy to just remain lounging across the bed until her limbs regain more sensation β but she can't refrain from stealing another kiss, messy as it is, uninhibited by the taste of herself on his lips, his tongue. if anything, it makes her melt into him more, humming her appreciation for his earlier work into his mouth as it deepens naturally with lips that part for his tongue. but even that kiss isn't rushed through, closer to savored, before she finally stretches out across the bed and studies him from that angle. ]
I might be checking him out a little next time I'm in there. [ not that he hadn't garnered her attention before, their dynamic reaching a stage where she'd felt comfortable plopping herself into his booth, across from him, without even checking to see if he wanted the company, inhabiting his space for the span of a few cups of coffee and maybe a plate of her own eggs and bacon if he'd polished off most of his own before her arrival. but he's a working man now, spending most of his time behind that counter or towards the grill, so maybe she'll have to start rethinking her seating arrangement for the foreseeable future.
her smile is faint, but no less fond as she glances up at him, on his knees over her, and then it's as if her gaze descends without her initially planning on it β but she finds him hard and ready and it doesn't take her long to deduce when that must have happened, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. ] You want more?
[ he'll allow these moments to extend beyond however long they're meant to; even if he tries to have a general idea of the time, it isn't as consciously tracked in his mind as if possibly should be, distracted enough with what's presented for him across the mattress as she lays there beneath him, briefly rising up in order to find his mouth with enough fervor to keep him occupied for the hours to come if she persists like this. ]
Careful with that. You don't wanna be distracting him too much. [ even with the teases, it still doesn't clarify how they might change their behaviors when they actually do eventually return to their usual routine. whether awkwardness in realization after the fact might stumble the way they speak to one another in public conversation, or if they can still engage in that standard banter with just a bit more awareness now held on every word. whatever the route, it's inevitable that what they have is certainly different, and he won't be able to play pretend regarding that fact, even if worry subconsciously tugs at his mind over getting this close.
it won't be easy to miss the blatant view between his legs now, especially once she's shuffled her body down closer to him, and he can follow her eyes when they gaze low, a subtle flush on his cheeks when she draws attention to it. ]
Maybe. [ he says with his own brand of teasing, even if he's become the focus in a mere shift. but he leans down, hovering over her once more so that mouths align, lips grazing gently in a partial kiss. ] I do know I want you. [ it isn't meant to mean anything beyond where they are, the heat between them that resides in this bed; he won't think about how it might signify anything else, anything once they've said their heads on straight again, but it doesn't seem to matter much to him right now. ]
[ they are on a clock, much as she doesn't want them to be, but she's also not about to immerse herself too deeply in any feelings of hope. they're obviously going to have a future in this town beyond these hours, beyond the walls of this house that currently allow them to keep this moment their own, but she hasn't even allowed herself to consider whether any of what will follow is something that will be theirs. ]
Yeah? Was I too distracting before? [ she might be giving herself too much credit there, but she can't resist the light ribbing, stretching out one leg to curve her toes against his calf and caressing the muscle that shifts as he moves.
she'd readily gone off on him before about how impossible it was to talk to him whenever he'd removed his shirt, most of it grounded in an attempt at humor, but there'd been some truth to it too, the appreciation she has for how he looks regardless of the number of scars that decorate his skin. she's seeing even more of him now and she doesn't even try to hide the way her gaze rakes over him.
she tips her face up to his before he kisses her, humming softly, her eyes closing for those few seconds until he withdraws to whisper close, and lashes flutter open for her to find his face as her hands rise to trail along the outside of his thighs, lightly dragging the edges of her nails there to see if she can note any particular sensitivities before one dips inward, between his legs, and she gently encircles him in her grasp. ] You've got me.
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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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any lingering concerns about the aftermath of this don't rise to his mind anymore; something about this feels far more solidifying than before, the way her palms branch up over his back and draw him in closer to her, hips moving in function together with far more freedom than his position on the couch had allowed. it's really the entirety of her that he feels pressed up against him in her arch as he sinks just enough while still keeping his weight from trapping her beneath him, and he doesn't need to be inside to register how warm she simply is all over, the sensation of her skin nudged in so close to his own an addiction in itself.
it becomes clear fast that sleep isn't the first direction either of their minds will go, not when hands roam and stroke skin as if neither of them are done with this opportunity to continue exploring those depths, those limits.
taking his cues from the rolling vibrations of her sounds, his name urging him further, he's confident enough to let his palm at her thigh slide in between their bodies, dipping in low until firm fingers can slip against the apex, stroking slow where the combinations of their releases still keep her well wet. ]
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she's briefly overwhelmed by the size of him over her, not as readily discernable when she'd been the one hovering over him before but undeniable now as he covers her body with his, careful not to crush but giving her that security of limbs and torso draped over her while she rocks up into him, soft whimper flowing freely from her lips to his.
she hadn't been able to put her hands on all of him before and she's definitely seizing advantage of the opportunity, the change of scenery, the new position, to do that, skimming over shoulders and back and lower. she dares to give him a squeeze over that firm curve with a low chuckle in her throat before that sound turns into a gasp when his fingers achieve their own descent along her abdomen and nudge up between her thighs.
she's slick there, messy with the both of them, and not sensitive enough to make his touch more than she can handle right now, and her thighs practically fall open under his attentions, peeling her mouth away from his to sigh next to the shell of his ear. ] You trying to work me up again?
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their lips find themselves more confident now, eagerness as they swell softly from the addictive draw of mouth against mouth, their bodies wet in an entirely different way than they'd been underneath the spray of that shower. he hadn't known then that it would be anything more than that brief kiss, his own conscious cutting it short with quite recognition of its regret.
she'd yelled at him after the fact, but he doesn't see her yelling at him now, at the very least not to angrily scold him for his spontaneous choice, and instead he finds himself drawn into the other noises her mouth makes, those almost quiet whimpers stirring his interest in more way than one, pleased when they spur into a gasp at the initial press of his fingers between her legs.
when she whispers at his ear, he grins to himself, almost chuckling before he returns that low response to her ear, breath still warm on her skin. ] If I was, I'd be using something other than my hand to do it.
[ he lets the words linger there for enough time for her to register them, letting them swirl there with any potential interest before he presses his lips against her jaw, beginning an extended trail from the center of her chest to her belly as he rolls down the length of her, head remaining ducked until he aligns himself to where his fingers had previously slipped, the scent of both her and him heavy within his nostrils but somehow tempting still as he teases with a kiss against slickness, merely experimental at first. ]
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and her decision to confront him back then, to march into his apartment without greater consideration for what he might be in the middle of (or turning into), had really been the result of her own inner frustrations, her irritation with herself for getting pulled into something she wasn't prepared to deal with. regardless of any greater feelings she may or may not have been denying at that stage, this wasn't what she was looking for. in any sense. period.
but while she's slipped past his defenses, he's accomplished the same on his end, with her, finding means of weathering down the walls she uses to keep everyone at arm's length, to protect herself, to guard her own heart. she can't mask the smile that his rumbled response coaxes back onto her lips, wide enough for both dimples to be rendered visible in her features. ]
Oh, yeah? [ she knows exactly what he's getting at, brows rising, and the further arch of her body betrays that interest β the tipping of her chin into the roll of her shoulders into the lift of hips and lower, and when he settles himself between the spread of her thighs she can't help but try to better observe him, and her head lolls against the mattress, hair fanning out to frame her face while she tracks his descent. his kiss provokes a soft intake of breath, her confession slipping out before she can stop herself. ] I've β thought about your mouth on me like this.
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he takes those arching curves of her body, the further spread of her legs to allow him that offered entry, to represent her approval of his teased indication. even though he'd pressed that initial kiss right to the center, he tilts to nudge his lips to the inner space of her thigh as well, noting those damp spots high up where the wet of her had spread low once she'd separated from him. it's there he swipes slow licks, cleaning but replacing that dampness with that of his own tongue. ] Yeah? [ he offers a subtle smile, only partially visible from her angled view, but the surprise and curiosity is clear in his tone. ]
Why don't you tell me about that? [ it's a bold request, but it falls in line with her own confession, new territories beginning to be tested as audibly as it is physically, his mouth parting to tease more of those licks along that vertical entry. ]
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it's not her first inclination to express, out loud, how often he's been given a co-starring role in her unconscious dreamscape, and when he gently encourages her to share β not a demand, because it doesn't leave him that way, a softness in his voice while his tongue tastes her inner thigh and further β she can't stifle the restless shifting of her hips, the words that stumble out. ] Well, I β
[ she swallows, drawing her lips in, wetting them both with a sweep of her own tongue and wondering if she can even get through telling him when even the slightest flick against her teases out a different sound from her throat. ] I had a dream about you. Your face between my thighs, downstairs on the dining room table. Me telling you how much I wanted this, and β and here in this place, these dreams, they always feel so real that I woke up soaked straight through. [ and she's not talking about sweat either, frank. ]
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Maybe I should have carried you over to the dining room table instead. [ he breathes a soft chuckle, teasing her purposefully, especially knowing the incline of her sensitivities from his brushing swipes. though, truthfully, that little detail does provide a little further insight, recalling a slight mood shift whenever he lingered at that table, arranging his tools before use, an almost urgency in her tone to get him away from it.
but what he doesn't say is what the overall knowledge of it does to him, to know that she'd somehow been thinking of him like this, for however long before tonight; he thinks of her wet by natural means, by only her imagination, of him in her mind, working her as she wants him to, and that idea alone begins to rouse him again, shifting his hips slightly against the mattress as he tries to realign his focus to where his mouth is, suddenly a little more motivated than he had already been. ]
This dream β did it feel better than this? [ he continues to move slow, but the brushes are firmer, swiping across those slick surfaces of her folds, rolling what's already wet onto his tongue. it doesn't deter him to know that it isn't only her taste there, that there's plenty of him mixed together with it, and that only adds to the pleasure of it, that one go hasn't stopped her from wanting more of him, that she's still welcoming him now as he drags his tongue vertically against that more sensitive bud, rolling over it in gentle circles. ]
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Easier on the knees up here, pro β probably. [ she tries for a joke, but it doesn't come out as smoothly as she intends it to when she breathes in again, sudden and sharp, and now she knows he's probably thinking back on every time she tried to keep him away from that section of the house, the sight of what he'd done to her there still in her mind's eye even if it had never actually gone down that way in real life.
and she won't say what she'd done upon waking, coaxing fingers down through the absolute slickness there to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then over that pinnacle; it hadn't taken much, she'd been literally aching for it, for the sensations her brain had envisioned, and yet they pale in comparison to what she's actually experiencing, the sweetness of her reality starting to become fully realized. ]
No. [ she whimpers because it's true, but the amusement is there too, driven by the fact that he might actually be trying to compete with that imagined version of himself, and if he's put off in any way by the combined mess between her legs he doesn't let on, tongue delving over her with a harder press, even if he continues at the same even pace. she reaches down to thread fingers through his hair yet again, a soft rasping through what he's allowed to grow out since arriving here, but gives the strands a small tug when he finds that tiny bundle of nerves. ] It didn't.
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she tastes of salt and sweat, sex and slickness, and when he rolls his tongue along that soft skin, it's become as much for him as it is for her, encouraged by the way she shifts her fingers into his head to urge him on, the tugs that come from it exhilarating with those soft stings it provides, knowing he'd only be aroused further if she tightened her fingers further around the strands.
there's no other words from him now that he's found a steady rhythm there against her, but it doesn't cease the noises that arise, soft groans vibrating against her when he parts his lips over that swollen button to suck gently, wanting to test where her voice travels, how she chooses to direct him, or if her body merely tenses in response to what he does to her.
it's all experimental, even if he has his experiences to know those spots that rouse a little more confidently; even though there'd be uncertainty about this, the longer he spends tasting her, touching her, the more likely it seems of this being more than these hours, that what he does to her now and what he learns from it, might even come into play during a later experience. not that he occupies much of his head with thinking of later, more distracted with the now. even if it doesn't go beyond this, beyond this bed, he'll make use of the minutes anyway, to make it worthwhile for all that she had sought out from a mere dream, to give her a reality that does more with a solid tongue and succulent lips, offering something that should be more satisfying than a fantasy. ]
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she tries to maintain slow and even breaths, but he's too experimental, too set on learning her, and she realizes that she's not going to be able to rest for as long as he's down there, hips twitching underneath everything from the light suction of his lips to firmer drags from his tongue until she's forced to grip a little harder at his hair and hope she's not hurting him while the other finds purchase in the sheets beneath her, flexing and relaxing her fingers whenever he stumbles across a more sensitive spot.
some of that slickness is theirs, but more and more it's being replaced by arousal that's hers and hers alone under the ministrations of his mouth, the groans that create an added vibration over tender flesh, and when she tugs at his hair now it's not to steer him in any one direction but to clue him into the fact that what he's doing is good, so good.
the problem with finally getting to have this, him, the two of them together in her bed, figuring each other out, is that when it's all over she's going to feel the loss of it. maybe it would have been better not knowing, because now that she knows how he can make her feel she won't be ready to relinquish it, to surrender it, to backtrack and pretend this isn't what they are. what she wants them to be. even if she might not be able to say it out loud yet. ]
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but thereβs no rush here, not as his tongue tracks the corners of her folds to find those places where the fierce tug of her gripping fingers clues him in on that pooling arousal, marking those favorable spots with spit, soon lost in the mixture of her slickness, now more consistent to taste than what was once both of them together. the more he takes his time, the more he begins to memorize the signals of what she likes, those hardly subtle jolts of her hips that seeks out more of his experimental press, massaging those areas with the firm tip of wet muscle.
soon, though, heβll seek out the point of entry, fingers dipping in to spread her open until he can penetrate gently with his tongue, stroking her walls with that limited reach, but moaning low to amplify the sensations and relay his own satisfaction with the position.
thereβs enough here that he doesnβt have to think about what comes after; sheβs an overwhelming and addictive taste on his tongue, a soothing rhythm of moans at his ears, and heβll take everything she offers without taking a single dose of it for granted. heβs led her to her release once, and heβll aim to take her there again, not opposed to the potential of yet another after that if it means letting these very early morning hours last longer than they should. ]
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there's no rush, even while she occasionally devolves into writhing underneath him, some of those probing strokes turning into teases that she figures he may not completely intend on delivering but doesn't withdraw when she offers a more pleading whimper, or a stronger clutching of fingers in his hair, instead giving her more β and the tension within her starts to spike. ]
Frank, shit. [ it's nothing compared to when his tongue dips into her, when he utters those soft noises into her skin, half-muffled by where he is but palpably felt as it ripples across her body and makes her hips lift again, knowing he'll only be able to get so far but unable to completely refrain. it's now her need that drips against his mouth, makes her fight not to squeeze her thighs together.
she's not sure if she should be surprised that she's already close, or impressed that he's brought her to near-bursting so soon, but it promises to be no less intense than the first time and she can feel the heat pull together, form a taut sphere within her. she tugs at his hair, tries to signal she's close but can't eke out anything beyond a louder moan before she finally unravels into a mess of quivering limbs. ]
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he groans against her with that more obvious tug, a sting in his scalp that prompts him to rub a little harder at those slick walls, now lost in the consuming presence of her arousal heavy on his mouth.
heβs growing hard again, a heavy weight now hanging between his thighs where his knees remain spread on the mattress. while he knew there was plenty of a chance of getting turned on by the mere act of tasting her like this, he hadnβt anticipated that extent of an erection, thought there was a lot to be said about the exhilaration stemming from these new experiences with her. still, even if the sounds at his throat might signal those heightening levels of interest, thereβs no intention on his mind besides what he has in front of him now, especially if sheβs peaking there so soon.
eventually he caves when his arm curves around her thigh, hand dipping to that center to press his thumb on that sensitive bud, fast motions swirling the pad to offer quick rubs, with spread slickness allowing for an easy slide. paired with his thrusting tongue, he wonβt stop until she forces him to, making sure sheβs consumed by all the sensations he can provide at once. ]
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Je-sus Christ. [ her heartbeat is a rush in her ears, that thrumming pulse enough to daze her for those first few seconds that she's merely lying there before a smile finally hits her, lips peeling apart to flash him the extent of her pearly whites as she brings a hand to her forehead, pushes out a weak chuckle. parts of her are still twitching, those residual spasms causing her to clench involuntarily around nothing, abs fluttering until those lingering aftershocks finally subside.
and when she tips her head to the side to glance down the length of her own body, she spots him there, half-visible from that vantage point, but she doesn't quite perceive the mess she's left behind on him until he eases up and she discovers it, that patch of hair beneath his chin showing entirely obvious signs of what he's just been doing. she struggles to push herself up into sitting and stretches out a hand toward him, closing fingers around the strength of one of his forearms. ]
Sorry, I might've β [ she gestures to her own face, in the vicinity of the affected area, and she can't seem to ditch the silly-stupid grin on her mouth, her cheeks hurting from how much she's attempting to suppress it at the sight of him wearing her like that. ]
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but itβs mostly from a firm mouth that aids her in riding through it, that tongue never quite leaving its station against her, where he can taste all thatβs coaxed from her in that single release, running it over his lips and spreading against his chin even as his tongue aims to clean her in lasting swipes. and he takes her all in, right up until sheβs powering down, the weight of her slumping onto the bed and loosening from their tight press to his face.
when he finally peers up, itβs as she angles to steal a glance in his direction. and while heβd anticipated some level of a reaction from her, the beaming smile that spreads quite obviously across her face isnβt quite the one heβd have likely predicted. and itβs only when she gestures that he takes the hint, confusion in the tilt of his brows shifting when he brings his fingers into the hair at his chin, the contact noting him quick of its stickiness. ]
Well, shit. [ itβs spoken so matter of fact, and soon follows with a tilted grin of his own, almost embarrassed if he werenβt so entertained by her more obvious amusement. Pursing his lips (but not before swiping a steady lick across them), he gives a soft shrug where heβs still bent over her thighs. ] I donβt know. Think itβs a pretty good look.
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You think? So you're gonna show up at the diner tomorrow rocking that accessory? [ more like today, she thinks to herself, whenever that happens to be; she dimly realizes she's been keeping him from being there now but she can't find much reason to feel too bad about it unless he starts getting a dozen angry texts about why the lights aren't on.
selfish, that's what she feels, but there's no guilt in that emotion and she scoots forward carefully, mindful of the sensitivity in her hips, her thighs until she can situate herself directly beneath him, lifting her hand to clutch fingers around his chin (and in the midst of that sticky beard). ]
I don't know. I think I could get used to it. [ and maybe she's considered the implications of that remark, or maybe she hasn't given it a second thought, but she closes the distance to kiss him either way right after it, heedless of any shine that may rub off on her face in the process. ]
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instead, heβs still engaged in watching her, listening to the soft comments that spell her casual, eased tone, the one that signals that heβs clearly got her on her good side now, instead of the frantic flustered that had stormed into his apartment when heβd undergone yogi bear syndrome.
he sits back on his knees, straightening his upper body when she shifts forward to be level with her, leaning in when she tucks her fingers amongst the mess of his beard.
could get used to it, he repeats in his head, and though it might simply be an off-hand unintended comment, he isnβt opposed to that idea, to this. having only literally gotten a taste of it, of the way theyβre learning each other, even in more intimate corners. even the simple gesture of kissing him, when heβs coated with her on his tongue, the same way in which heβd lapped up remnants of himself between her thighs β thereβs something almost trusting in that, arousing as well, and he doesnβt draw back from kissing her in return, licking her lips and parting his own for her to taste herself on him. ]
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and she shrugs up to him, even if she'd be more than happy to just remain lounging across the bed until her limbs regain more sensation β but she can't refrain from stealing another kiss, messy as it is, uninhibited by the taste of herself on his lips, his tongue. if anything, it makes her melt into him more, humming her appreciation for his earlier work into his mouth as it deepens naturally with lips that part for his tongue. but even that kiss isn't rushed through, closer to savored, before she finally stretches out across the bed and studies him from that angle. ]
I might be checking him out a little next time I'm in there. [ not that he hadn't garnered her attention before, their dynamic reaching a stage where she'd felt comfortable plopping herself into his booth, across from him, without even checking to see if he wanted the company, inhabiting his space for the span of a few cups of coffee and maybe a plate of her own eggs and bacon if he'd polished off most of his own before her arrival. but he's a working man now, spending most of his time behind that counter or towards the grill, so maybe she'll have to start rethinking her seating arrangement for the foreseeable future.
her smile is faint, but no less fond as she glances up at him, on his knees over her, and then it's as if her gaze descends without her initially planning on it β but she finds him hard and ready and it doesn't take her long to deduce when that must have happened, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. ] You want more?
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Careful with that. You don't wanna be distracting him too much. [ even with the teases, it still doesn't clarify how they might change their behaviors when they actually do eventually return to their usual routine. whether awkwardness in realization after the fact might stumble the way they speak to one another in public conversation, or if they can still engage in that standard banter with just a bit more awareness now held on every word. whatever the route, it's inevitable that what they have is certainly different, and he won't be able to play pretend regarding that fact, even if worry subconsciously tugs at his mind over getting this close.
it won't be easy to miss the blatant view between his legs now, especially once she's shuffled her body down closer to him, and he can follow her eyes when they gaze low, a subtle flush on his cheeks when she draws attention to it. ]
Maybe. [ he says with his own brand of teasing, even if he's become the focus in a mere shift. but he leans down, hovering over her once more so that mouths align, lips grazing gently in a partial kiss. ] I do know I want you. [ it isn't meant to mean anything beyond where they are, the heat between them that resides in this bed; he won't think about how it might signify anything else, anything once they've said their heads on straight again, but it doesn't seem to matter much to him right now. ]
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Yeah? Was I too distracting before? [ she might be giving herself too much credit there, but she can't resist the light ribbing, stretching out one leg to curve her toes against his calf and caressing the muscle that shifts as he moves.
she'd readily gone off on him before about how impossible it was to talk to him whenever he'd removed his shirt, most of it grounded in an attempt at humor, but there'd been some truth to it too, the appreciation she has for how he looks regardless of the number of scars that decorate his skin. she's seeing even more of him now and she doesn't even try to hide the way her gaze rakes over him.
she tips her face up to his before he kisses her, humming softly, her eyes closing for those few seconds until he withdraws to whisper close, and lashes flutter open for her to find his face as her hands rise to trail along the outside of his thighs, lightly dragging the edges of her nails there to see if she can note any particular sensitivities before one dips inward, between his legs, and she gently encircles him in her grasp. ] You've got me.
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