[ 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.
Mostly when you nagged. [ it's a harmless jab, mostly to tease those earlier days when she'd pester or toss about a cycle of terrible jokes. whatever frustration he'd had then was mostly credited to the overall circumstances in being trapped in a town he had no intention on stinking around in; no matter how much he'd roll his eyes in her direction, looking back now, it's ironic to think that all her consistent annoyances might have been one of the few things keeping him grounded at the start of it all.
he'd accepted sticking around, for the sake of finding a different way of getting, not only himself, but everyone out, but hadn't yet fully admitted how there'd really been reasons found for him actually partially settling for whatever time they were actually meant to stay here. it hadn't exactly been a secret how he'd begun to look after the younger crowd, albeit unintentionally, especially laura whom he'd found a different kind of resonance with. but then there's wynonna, who by no means needs to be looked after with her feisty stubbornness and yet had the heaviest anchor attached to his heels, a weight that now works to drag him over across her body once more, helpless when he finds his mouth seeking hers yet again.
he doesn't mean to say it, to speak it so clearly, but as the words leave him, he's too engaged with the warmth of her to reconsider them, letting the phrase wash over them both, grazes of his fingers at his sides making him shiver, clear enough for her to take notice of at this close a distance, especially when she curls her fingers to take him in hand, pulsing heat sensitive within her palm.
finding himself breathless again, he whispers almost harshly against her lips. ] Feels like you've got me.
Oh, mostly? Yeah? [ it's a light mimicry of his voice, higher in tenor and way more flippant, her eyebrows rising as she maintains that hovering distance between their mouths, lingering in to feel the heat of his breath when he speaks but knowing full well either of them could close in at any point for more than a teasing press. she's chuckling, and that sound diffuses into a quieter sigh at the feel of him, hard and pulsing against her palm, fingers that slowly start to stroke him from tip to base and back up again.
she settles on her back with him crouched low over her, watching his face while she touches him, noting the shifts and changes in those normally hardened features that seem to soften as he looks back at her, tension usually present at the edges of his eyes now removed β at least for the moment. ]
Yeah, I think I kinda do. [ again, she can't dwell on any greater meaning right in the heat of it, but later she might reflect back and wonder exactly what she was referring to this whole time, whether she'd only intended it to be about this night specifically or this new space they've carved out for one another to exist in, a niche that purely belongs to them.
and then she'll wonder why she's not more terrified by the concept of deepening her connection to him, why it's all too easy for her to kiss him now that she has tacit permission to initiate it, maintaining her hold on him as she lines her hips up beneath his, teases him between her legs. ]
[ if this were anywhere else β possibly across one of the tables at the diner, his eyes rolling as he masks his smirk behind a frequently refilled mug of coffee, or even as she hovers behind him in her kitchen, leaning over his shoulder as he crouches in front of her sink, trying to loosen up the pipes β he might be able to find some form of retaliation for her mockery, a playful retort or even the press of his index and thumb around her nose for a light pinch.
but the cards all align in her hands here, quite more literally than not, with the weight of his arousal being tended to by slow stroking gestures, easy by how slick he remains, still covered from when he'd already been inside of her just minutes earlier.
habit would have him ducking his head to hide those reactions written across his face, but the position doesn't allow that, not as she gets a prime view from where she lays beneath him. it's why he chooses not to hide it, his expression shifting into something more strained, the sensitivity of those touches leaving him to gnaw consistently at his lips each time they try to part for those light helpless gasps, the dangle of his ring hanging from its chain, gliding across her throat. eyes shutter to a half-closing, still seeing the haze of her laying there, watching him.
he's never been so vulnerable, so naked, than in this moment, even with her β but he lets her savor it how she wishes, lets her taste and wash over it, right up until it's her mouth on him again and she's so warm beneath him, heat emitted from that closeness. ] Wynonna. [ he whispers to her lips, aching and wanting, nudging his own hips forward to feel that slickness of hers slide easily along him, a slow grind that has him melting at the feel of her. ]
[ she knows she's in the better position to tease him like this, with words as well as touch, even if he does continue to loom over her β but she won't ever wield it against him, only with the intention to draw those sensations out lightly, building that arousal higher and higher like he'd done for her mere minutes ago. and she's still slick from it, her recent release doing nothing to diminish the need she still has for him.
in spite of the attraction she knows has existed, she hadn't really predicted any deeper feelings that might swell to the surface with their mutual decision to tumble into bed together, hadn't counted on gazing up at him and experiencing that undeniable tightness in her chest, pangs that have nothing to do with pain and everything to do with trust, wholly and completely. she doesn't look away from him, and him her, and she can feel the cylindrical weight that drops against her skin, warm metal dangling low on the chain that hangs from his neck.
no more running. she can't not think of it now, not only in his reactions so uninhibited, unhindered from her, but in what she's likely revealing in her own expression, the openness there as their mouths maintain that lazy drifting, soft caresses and brief dips of tongues that cause her hips to tilt upward, already seeking the press of that hard length much deeper than where it glides along that slickness. ]
Please. [ her hand slips out from between them and she's guiding her touch to his shoulders, holding on there, her need made plain in the open parting of her mouth, the wideness of her gaze, the bend of her knees along his hips to cradle him there against her, so close to where she wants him and yet not close enough. ] Please, Frank.
[ it'd have been easier to go about all this on his own, that's what he'd told himself, that it was safer to take on all of this on his own. but along the way, she'd somehow gained, not only his trust, but his reliance, seeking her out when he'd recognize trials he couldn't take on alone, from the taping together of his family's photograph to caring for laura when he didn't have the ability to. whether by choice or not, she'd seemingly always been there, right up until he'd begun to feel an emptiness in the perch whenever she wasn't.
he can't categorize where those feelings lie, what it means that his heart beats faster now merely by gazing down to her, in a way that's nothing to do with the accompanying heat lower in his belly. he's seen what it means for him to try to open his hands to instincts like these, to emotions he knows he wants to explore despite the impossibility of it, to the risks that this will all fall apart in a disaster far larger than anything he'd try to stitch together on his own. and he knows what it'd mean for her if he let her get as entangled with him as she does now.
but he doesn't stop, can't, not when she whimpers that plea against his mouth, following it with his name and tenderness on her lips. he'll take command now, simply in the way he reaches between them to properly align himself against her, the blunt tip of his length finding entry into endless slickness, the heat of her welcoming when he presses himself inside again.
with a strained groan, he kisses her again through it, as he finds a steadiness in filling it completely, readjusting to familiarize themselves again with that initial feeling that had thrown them into this, this extension of something that was meant to simply go by in a spontaneous rush, only to fall into the addiction of their company long after the fact. ] God, Wynonna. [ he mutters her name again, moving into a slow rocking that's made easy with everything they'd filled the morning with thus far, yet still as exhilarating as it had been those first moments they'd press together, tight heat taking him over in more than the physical. ]
[ the thought that she'd even, in any way, become a reliability for him wasn't anything she'd given space to at first; the only reason she'd been there to tape back that family photo, to begin with, was because she'd showed up to yell at him, and the situation had catapulted itself into something more critical and pressing. similarly, the only reason she'd been there to tend to him had been due to outside intervention, the anonymous text she'd soon figured out had come from laura desperate enough to draw her in β but the pollen warping their trust and thrusting them into undeniably intimate territory hadn't diminished their certainty of one another, even if they'd needed to take some time apart to really wrestle with what it all meant going forward.
and now, she might be more confused than ever but the flood of warmth in her limbs hasn't dwindled, and neither has the light in her eyes when she looks up at him. he steadies himself above her and she draws him close, draws herself in against him, she can't tell which, only that there's still distance between them that needs to disappear and it won't happen until he's within her; he finally, blissfully guides forward and her hips rise, completely surrendering, fingers clutching tight as a strangled sound works its way up from her throat.
it's different than before, when she'd taken him in, but still slow, tender; she can guide her forehead to his with lips parted to let her noises flow freely, every gasp and whimper that the steady thrusts of his hips provoke, and it's headier to feel him filling her from this angle, deeper somehow, hardness fitting perfectly into her curves while he moves. ] Frank.
[ she can't say anything else, isn't sure she wants to, because what else other than the name he's given her to use can even completely encapsulate what he's leaving her with, pleasure spiking strong and constant from that deep stroke. all she can do is hold on, turn their faces together, one arm slung over his shoulders as their lower halves come together and pull apart, again and again. ]
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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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he'd accepted sticking around, for the sake of finding a different way of getting, not only himself, but everyone out, but hadn't yet fully admitted how there'd really been reasons found for him actually partially settling for whatever time they were actually meant to stay here. it hadn't exactly been a secret how he'd begun to look after the younger crowd, albeit unintentionally, especially laura whom he'd found a different kind of resonance with. but then there's wynonna, who by no means needs to be looked after with her feisty stubbornness and yet had the heaviest anchor attached to his heels, a weight that now works to drag him over across her body once more, helpless when he finds his mouth seeking hers yet again.
he doesn't mean to say it, to speak it so clearly, but as the words leave him, he's too engaged with the warmth of her to reconsider them, letting the phrase wash over them both, grazes of his fingers at his sides making him shiver, clear enough for her to take notice of at this close a distance, especially when she curls her fingers to take him in hand, pulsing heat sensitive within her palm.
finding himself breathless again, he whispers almost harshly against her lips. ] Feels like you've got me.
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she settles on her back with him crouched low over her, watching his face while she touches him, noting the shifts and changes in those normally hardened features that seem to soften as he looks back at her, tension usually present at the edges of his eyes now removed β at least for the moment. ]
Yeah, I think I kinda do. [ again, she can't dwell on any greater meaning right in the heat of it, but later she might reflect back and wonder exactly what she was referring to this whole time, whether she'd only intended it to be about this night specifically or this new space they've carved out for one another to exist in, a niche that purely belongs to them.
and then she'll wonder why she's not more terrified by the concept of deepening her connection to him, why it's all too easy for her to kiss him now that she has tacit permission to initiate it, maintaining her hold on him as she lines her hips up beneath his, teases him between her legs. ]
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but the cards all align in her hands here, quite more literally than not, with the weight of his arousal being tended to by slow stroking gestures, easy by how slick he remains, still covered from when he'd already been inside of her just minutes earlier.
habit would have him ducking his head to hide those reactions written across his face, but the position doesn't allow that, not as she gets a prime view from where she lays beneath him. it's why he chooses not to hide it, his expression shifting into something more strained, the sensitivity of those touches leaving him to gnaw consistently at his lips each time they try to part for those light helpless gasps, the dangle of his ring hanging from its chain, gliding across her throat. eyes shutter to a half-closing, still seeing the haze of her laying there, watching him.
he's never been so vulnerable, so naked, than in this moment, even with her β but he lets her savor it how she wishes, lets her taste and wash over it, right up until it's her mouth on him again and she's so warm beneath him, heat emitted from that closeness. ] Wynonna. [ he whispers to her lips, aching and wanting, nudging his own hips forward to feel that slickness of hers slide easily along him, a slow grind that has him melting at the feel of her. ]
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in spite of the attraction she knows has existed, she hadn't really predicted any deeper feelings that might swell to the surface with their mutual decision to tumble into bed together, hadn't counted on gazing up at him and experiencing that undeniable tightness in her chest, pangs that have nothing to do with pain and everything to do with trust, wholly and completely. she doesn't look away from him, and him her, and she can feel the cylindrical weight that drops against her skin, warm metal dangling low on the chain that hangs from his neck.
no more running. she can't not think of it now, not only in his reactions so uninhibited, unhindered from her, but in what she's likely revealing in her own expression, the openness there as their mouths maintain that lazy drifting, soft caresses and brief dips of tongues that cause her hips to tilt upward, already seeking the press of that hard length much deeper than where it glides along that slickness. ]
Please. [ her hand slips out from between them and she's guiding her touch to his shoulders, holding on there, her need made plain in the open parting of her mouth, the wideness of her gaze, the bend of her knees along his hips to cradle him there against her, so close to where she wants him and yet not close enough. ] Please, Frank.
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he can't categorize where those feelings lie, what it means that his heart beats faster now merely by gazing down to her, in a way that's nothing to do with the accompanying heat lower in his belly. he's seen what it means for him to try to open his hands to instincts like these, to emotions he knows he wants to explore despite the impossibility of it, to the risks that this will all fall apart in a disaster far larger than anything he'd try to stitch together on his own. and he knows what it'd mean for her if he let her get as entangled with him as she does now.
but he doesn't stop, can't, not when she whimpers that plea against his mouth, following it with his name and tenderness on her lips. he'll take command now, simply in the way he reaches between them to properly align himself against her, the blunt tip of his length finding entry into endless slickness, the heat of her welcoming when he presses himself inside again.
with a strained groan, he kisses her again through it, as he finds a steadiness in filling it completely, readjusting to familiarize themselves again with that initial feeling that had thrown them into this, this extension of something that was meant to simply go by in a spontaneous rush, only to fall into the addiction of their company long after the fact. ] God, Wynonna. [ he mutters her name again, moving into a slow rocking that's made easy with everything they'd filled the morning with thus far, yet still as exhilarating as it had been those first moments they'd press together, tight heat taking him over in more than the physical. ]
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and now, she might be more confused than ever but the flood of warmth in her limbs hasn't dwindled, and neither has the light in her eyes when she looks up at him. he steadies himself above her and she draws him close, draws herself in against him, she can't tell which, only that there's still distance between them that needs to disappear and it won't happen until he's within her; he finally, blissfully guides forward and her hips rise, completely surrendering, fingers clutching tight as a strangled sound works its way up from her throat.
it's different than before, when she'd taken him in, but still slow, tender; she can guide her forehead to his with lips parted to let her noises flow freely, every gasp and whimper that the steady thrusts of his hips provoke, and it's headier to feel him filling her from this angle, deeper somehow, hardness fitting perfectly into her curves while he moves. ] Frank.
[ she can't say anything else, isn't sure she wants to, because what else other than the name he's given her to use can even completely encapsulate what he's leaving her with, pleasure spiking strong and constant from that deep stroke. all she can do is hold on, turn their faces together, one arm slung over his shoulders as their lower halves come together and pull apart, again and again. ]
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