[ he hasn't forgotten that he has other responsibilities he'll need to actually return to eventually. a brief glance to the clock on the table assures him there's still plenty time before the promised point in which he'd told the part-timer he'd officially take over shift duties again, but he also knows he needs to be careful about getting too distracted, since this visit was never originally going to preceed one hour, instead mulitplying to many where he'd simply curled up with her in her bed.
her question sparks a light chuckle, along with that subtle pinching of her fingers to his chin, hairs there caught in a minor tug. he doesn't get to sprout a response, not when she's already moving across the room, spinning away from him with the assumption of his answer.
but his eyes find a momentary distraction anyway, a slight squint when he notices the dark lines low on her back, an angle he'd yet to see her in until now. ] So, that's where it is, huh? [ he'd learned about the tattoos early, briefly assuming they'd all been in the same spot, that perch right over the heart where his own was printed without his knowing. but he'd seen them in various locations since, either on a shoulder or wrist, but he'd never been able to pinpoint hers.
not that he'd ever really cared about the ink at all, not even having thought about it when he did finally get an almost full gaze of her naked in front of his eyes. still, seeing it now sparks a minor smirk, one that remains on when he rises to his feet, shuffling in the path behind her until he catches up, fingertips lightly grazing the pattern on her skin. ] Guess I missed it.
[ regardless of whether he takes her up on her offer, she decides to go on ahead, motivated now by the promise of detangling her hair and washing the mess of them combined from her skin. her own bathroom's adjacent to this one, a different door connecting the two, and she squints against the sun streaming more directly onto old tile and the giant, claw-foot tub given that curtains haven't been fully drawn in here β but she turns, prompted by the brush of a hand at the curve of her lower back and ducks her head with a quiet laugh when she realizes what he's referring to. ]
Oh. [ and she freezes, mid-movement, arms rising up from her sides as if that could potentially invite more of a view, before trying to crane her neck over one shoulder to glimpse it for herself. she's never been able to get a full-on view of it unless she's turned her back to a mirror, the tattoo perfectly positioned between her hips for her to only make out the edge of the design. ]
Talk about adding insult to kidnapping, right? "Sorry for taking you to Dreamland against your will, here's your very own tramp stamp." [ her scoff punctuates the attempt at a joke, and she's rolling her eyes good-naturedly before stretching out a hand to brace her palm against his chest where his own tattoo sits left of center, fingers curving slightly to let the tips rest a bit higher. ] In case you wondered if you lucked out with yours at all.
[ he'd been in here before, on account that her kitchen sink is hardly the only one with piping problems, though he's fairly sure he's ended up in most of her rooms by now (he'd never had a reason to be in the bedroom for long, but even that's changed over the past several hours). but entering here for the purposes of a shower is a new one, especially on account of sharing one, which might be the first in β definitely years. well, mostly. being in one together with someone else, even fully clothed, might be a more recent experience than not.
when her fingers drift on his chest to compare the differences of their inks, his lips purse, almost in a half-curved smile. ] Well, I thought I had. But as it turns out, I apparently have a knack for ending up shirtless more often than not. Who knew?
[ the raise in a brow is an obvious tease directed her way, considering their long history together, in which she'd come to see his bare chest more than one, twice, three times or so even before the events of last night. all accidental for the most part, but no less ridiculous on account of her constantly and by coincidence being in the room when it occurs. ]
Speaking of which β [ he steps around her, leaning across the bath to work the handles, trying to find that balance of hot water before he turns his head to peer over his shoulder towards her. ] This is pretty familiar, ain't it?
[ she has no way of knowing how old this place is, given that her first introduction to it had been literally waking up in the bed they've just vacated and learning all of its quirks and idiosyncrasies shortly thereafter β though for all its disadvantages, leaky sinks and creaky floorboards and rotted wood, not to mention living literally on the edge of town limits, there's enough here that feels familiar, bears shades of the earp homestead even if the layout is different, even if it's not filled with the same people. she's made it her own, not necessarily through any obvious trying but in inhabiting this space for long enough.
and if she had to guess, the house's second-longest occupant has been him. between his visits to fix any old thing, he's made himself comfortable in the space in small ways. tools scattered at random points, a used coffee mug sitting on the kitchen counter for him to go back to between breaks. there were indications of his presence becoming more frequent here long before last night.
she uses her index finger to trace the design on his chest, starting with the antler on one side and then traversing across the intricacies of it until she ends up on the other. ] Just my luck, huh? [ because she'd made no secret of it being a distraction when it had happened, though she'd only ever benefitted from the spontaneous prompts that had forced him to remove that top layer. ]
I don't know about that. Pretty sure it started out differently. [ with him hitching her up over his shoulder and dumping her in, that is, and she glares at him suspiciously, trying to gauge if he'll follow that first instance to the letter. the water had also been a markedly different temperature, a shock to the system that had left her spluttering beneath that icy spray of water trickling down her hair and in between her clothes; she'd left sopping wet bootprints behind on her hasty retreat out of chloe's house, an obvious trail to track her getaway route all the way back to her own place. ]
[ his fingers wave beneath the fall of water, testing out the temperature of the spray until it's satisfactory, a faster accomplishment these days since before he'd had to fix that too when it'd mostly ran cold water until enough time had passed for it to heat. he chuckles at her statement, straightening himself out as he turns back to face her, a squinting from his eye that notes his own internal planning prompted by her own warning glare.
casually, he hooks his thumbs into his boxer briefs, shucking them down off his legs to his ankles and lifting his feet before kicking them lightly to the side. ] Different's not so bad.
[ the lack of clothes might be the biggest difference of them all, remembering how the fabrics had clung to their skin, denim heavy on his legs as the chill of the water prompted goosebumps on his bare arms. but the air between them is also a change, subtleties still present then in the way they spoke, flirtatious banter still not in full growth as they'd tried to dodge it at every corner.
but now he lacks any hesitance as he steps back to her, swift when he squats just enough to guide one arm to her back and the other behind her knees, scooping her up into his arms for a standard princess carry β an improvement from simply tossing her over his shoulder, he thinks. carefully, he'll guide her to the shower, only loosening his hold when he's able to deposit her safety within the tub itself. ] See, different.
[ she's still not used to only having to wait a matter of minutes before the water warms to a more soothing temperature, having spent weeks upon weeks putting up with older pipes that had required more patience than she'd been prepared to deliver, but one visit from him had launched the farmhouse's plumbing forward by at least ten years of advancement. it's her first instinct, though, to scrutinize him while he shucks off the fabric that sits on his hips, leaving himself as bare as she is for eyes and hands alike.
and it turns out her suspicions about what he's planning next aren't completely unfounded, because he crouches beneath her and that's the only warning she gets before he's picking her up in his arms, her own thrown around his neck with the surprise of it even though his hold on her is secure. she's shaking her head through a smile, chin tipped down while he gently sets her down inside the tub and steps over to join her fully.
the water is warm this time, at her back, and she lifts a hand to pull the curtain, enclosing them within; it doesn't block out so much light that she can't see the slant of his mouth, can't find her way forward until she's nudging closer, until her face is tilted up enough for her lips to seek his, a light peck initially that isn't lacking any affection. ] Not completely different.
[ because she'll kiss him here as she did then, only without the risk of interruption, without that tiny voice that had been all too happy to nag her before about her poor decision-making β just the certainty of what they have now between them, the assurance that they're both in it for however long it lasts β and she'll lose herself a little longer in that shared heat, guiltless and pliant against him. ]
[ she'd been more resistant the first time around, annoyance clear when she'd kicked and complained as he'd taken her beneath the water, an exaggerated response to a joke of sprayed water (which, to be entirely fair, had been her idea in the first place). it's a contrast to the way she reels him in alongside her now, how there doesn't come a second thought when she kisses him, more confidence in the gesture now than when they hadn't known each other's lips, when spontaneity was all that guided them instead of this new found sense of purpose in it.
he returns it with the tender response of a caressing mouth, parted lips that draw in the wet parts of hers, cleaning those droplets one by one as they cascade from above them, warm on their skin.
even his hands are reminiscent of that time, rising to palm over her cheeks, fingers tracing back those wet strands of hair to lock behind her ears, holding her face steady to his own. that'd been the very thing that tricked him then, left him with surprise at how gentle her skin felt against his, mostly when she'd brought her fingers to his chin, a simple stroke of it, luring his mouth to act on instinct than any logical thought. ]
Aren't gonna run out on me this time, are you? [ he mutters the tease in the midst of their kiss, not entirely drawing himself away even as he smiles through the amusement of his question. ]
[ she can't ignore the irony of the moment, this one bearing so many shades of similarities to the last time they were standing in a shower together β though the difference between then and now is a surprisingly smaller amount of clothing on his end, top half bared entirely due to a burst of unexpected vomit rather than her own eager hands.
and the curiosity with which she seeks out his mouth now isn't impulse-driven by one too many pot candies, but the wet slide of his lips against hers feels almost the same, his hands spreading across her face to sweep her hair back from her skin the way he had then, too. ]
Well, for starters, this is my place. [ she maintains that proximity between their mouths, soft caresses that tease a deeper press on every other syllable, and when she smiles he can probably feel it too, the brief tension in her cheeks beneath his palms.
she slings one arm low, around his waist, unconsciously nudging their hips together even if she isn't seeking to bring them closer beyond that. for now, she wants to enjoy just how nice it is to have this, something she isn't entirely convinced she even deserves but won't bring herself to relinquish, too stuck in the newness and the wanting of it to know better. ] But I'm not going anywhere.
[ he shouldn't be allowed this, this safe haven within the privacy of her bathroom, of this house, where both of them had resorted to remaining confined here for hours rather than even casting a single peek at the world outside of it. since he's been here, he's sought out different ways to keep himself busy, working the diner, doing home repair, but he hadn't imagined for this distraction, one of that's less of an excuse to prompt activity for his hands (though there's plenty of that) and one that simply keeps him still.
beyond the amount of clothing, the difference here from that first kiss is how he'd done it as a way to drown out the noise of the party, of the chaos that was driving him into a series of frustration; here, he's merely extending the already lingering peace, a soothing heat drifting from her mouth to his. ]
Your place? Is that where I've been all this time? [ sarcastically spoken, a nudging smile prodding up against her lips, a laugh held back in his breath.
when he finally draws back, his eyes remain on her, a soft gaze in her direction as his palms roll across her cheeks and begin to slick back her wet hair, tucking it all behind her ears neatly, brushing the damp strands down. ] Funny how every time I see you, I've got some way of getting you wet. [ because of the shower, obviously. ]
[ it does feel like they're far removed from everything that could even be going on β not just by being secluded within the privacy of the shower curtain, or even inside the four walls of the farmhouse, but this far out on the edge of town, with only farming fields surrounding them on all sides, it does almost seem like their own idyllic spot, peaceful and undisturbed, something to bask in until their responsibilities call them back to reality once more.
even the sound of water falling against the tub's interior creates a white noise effect that blocks out everything aside from the most immediate noises. if anyone's trying to reach them, they won't hear it, not for a while. ]
Yeah, I think you might be vaguely familiar already. [ she chuckles too, an exhale that leaves her lips parting to reveal teeth in a fuller grin, their faces close enough for her nose to brush his.
and she knows full well what he means, but the delivery of it paired with the slide of his hands across her face, her chin still tipped up to enable the full sweeping movement, means that he'll witness her reaction right as it happens, the quirk of an eyebrow and her light confusion while she tries to parse through that line for a few seconds. ] Is that what you think? Every time? [ her hands steady against his sides, thumbs stroking over that lean curve. ] Maybe I should find my own way of paying you back for that.
[ even just a simple gaze of her face when she reacts to her playful comment, the upward drift of her brow, is enough to further sprout his grin, pleased with the response and clearly proud of himself for that fact. his fingers drift down her hair, tips coming into the strands to loosely untangle them until they break loose at the height of her back, light caresses continuing down along her spine. ]
Well, from what I hear, Iβm pretty good at managing it even when Iβm not around, so I say Iβm pretty confident. [ according to her provided information, not having forgotten about the details of that unique dream heβd partially competed with as he lingered between her legs.
but her fingers are on him, soothing at his sides, and for all that he playfully teases, the gaze he provides is one that remains private, eyes softened in a way that hadnβt come easy to him prior to the recent days, before the initial kiss that had steered everything in a new direction, before the pollen had simply brought out mere truth to the surface. ]
Five star review on my business page with some positive feedback might be nice.
[ she reacts in spite of herself, when his fingers make the trip along the wet edges of her hair, caressing down and further until they trail over the arc of her spine β and she shivers, less of a response visible in her face but definitely felt under his hands as it travels the length of that column, intense enough to make her shoulders hunch a little.
the water's plenty warm but the shudder his touch elicits leaves goosebumps in its wake and she leans into him out of a need to seek more of that heat, to circulate it between them; he mentions the dream and she rolls her eyes at herself, chuckling and ducking her head until her forehead bumps into his chin. ]
Yeah, but it tends to go a little better with that hands-on approach. Speaking of.
[ there's an undeniable gleam in her gaze when she finally tilts her head back again, thoughtfully biting on her lower lip, and she worms a hand between them, gently raking her nails along his thigh. ] I haven't shown you what I can do below the waist yet.
[ her body curves further against him and it's all the more reason to carry on his touch, palms roaming freely across her back, trailing either side of her spine where the water cascades down, warm but not quite offering that same resonating heat that her body does. he's held her all through the night to the morning, countless hours on end, and yet he still hasn't found much of a reason to withdraw.
he manages a steady gaze right up until the moment that her fingers trail down his thigh, an intimate caress that lingers low. on its own, it might not have the full effect of what it does, but with the way she watches him, the curl of her lip behind her teeth, he shivers, the breath he takes in deep. ]
Didn't realize that was on the table. [ he hadn't been thinking about it until now, really, possibly because he'd been too distracted with his own venture to the apex of her thighs before, merely content for the reaction she'd offered him in turn, something that'd been plentiful to render him erect eventually.
if her fingers wander anymore than it does now, he imagines it'd take much less time to accomplish. ]
[ even she's surprised at how reluctant she is to fully vacate his space, her suggestion to share a shower with him partly motivated as a way to expedite the process β though now she's realizing that standing here, almost every inch of her naked skin pressed against his, is completely counterintuitive to that original thought. the longer he touches her, new caresses that manage to feel entirely safe, the more she doesn't want him to stop.
he inhales from that light scratch of her nails across his skin and she smiles a little broader around the press of her teeth, letting her hand drift inward to trace fingertips along the line of his pelvis. ]
Well, it didn't really come up before. [ not when he'd made himself right at home between her legs, using his talents on her to make her fall apart for the second time, but if the situation had reversed itself she would have been more than happy to return the favor. ]
I guess it could be on the table eventually. [ she makes that suggestion with a quick wink, a reference back to the dream she'd somehow readily given him all the details on, now something to be used as further teasing fuel, an inside joke to be kept only between the both of them. ]
[ he was only here at all because he'd left the diner to spend a few moments with her, moments that extended into hours, postponing it continuously. and even now, long after the fact, he still isn't ready to depart, showcased in the movement of his fingertips, still keen on exploring different curves of her body he's yet to familiarize himself with. he'll wonder if that lower part of her back where ink traces over her skin is anymore sensitive than the rest as he runs his palm in circles there.
her suggestion is met with a laugh, even if it's cut short with that sharp intake of breath, his abdomen curving in when she brushes a lingering touch along his pelvic bone, warming him low. ]
You and your damn tables, Earp. [ he kisses her then, brief and almost ghostly with how it hovers playfully, his breath warm on her lips. ] Don't know that I'd say no to whatever you're serving.
[ maybe not sensitive, at least no more than the rest of her, but that slow kneading at the base of her spine is a touch she won't shy away from, especially when it gives her an excuse to lean further towards him, close enough for their top halves to press flush and elicit a soft hum from her throat. it's equal parts casual and intentional, maybe without him even trying for the latter, and she won't complain about being on the receiving end.
she laughs too, a quiet huffing sound, and then leans forward to drop her lips to the outline of his own tattoo, where it sits over that strong plane of skin and muscle, before slowly sinking down to the porcelain on her knees. ]
I'm almost tempted to make some joke about how it'll be served hot but I still want you to like me later. [ and besides, her mouth is going to be pretty occupied in a second, especially once she starts leaving a trail of kisses along the line her fingers have just vacated. ]
[ a soft hum rolls within his mouth when she presses hers to his chest where the ink had been drawn directly over his heart, where he's sure he can hear the risen beat pulsing harder within, even above the patter of the water still spraying freely behind them.
she lowers herself on her knees, a sight that makes him hold his breath; he can't trace her back anymore but he can still stroke gentle fingers at her neck, light massage lingering at the nape as he peers down to her.
somehow, even like this, she can make him laugh, something breathless when she traces more kisses on his skin. ] Christ, no. I think you've fulfilled your bad pun quota plenty. [ it's an honest scold, but somehow the lightness of his voice still holds a vein of affection, translated even more in his touch as he gazes down to her. ]
[ it's not an ideal position for her long-term, the porcelain hardly forgiving on her kneecaps, but it's discomfort she can absolutely push to the background of her mind, especially once he slips fingers along the back of her neck, sweeping away damp strands of hair to leave a running touch along the base of her skull β and she voices a pleased noise of her own, closer to a sigh before she hears him laugh above her. ]
Pretty sure I need to fill one more quota before you leave, and that's gonna happen any second now. [ her voice lifts innocently, almost airily, and even if she wants to spend a few more minutes teasing him she realizes they're on something of a time crunch between his shift change and the limited supply of hot water.
it's for those reasons and many others (like her own selfishness in enjoying this) that she finally gives him her mouth, slow stripes of her tongue over hard flesh before she takes him past the part of her lips, the shower spray beating down against them, water trickling over his chest and stomach, wayward droplets shuddering against the line of her jaw. ]
[ he could follow her comment with another retort, the same usual playful banter exchanged freely, easily, between their lips. but hers find a new home, a gradual wrap around his skin, the firm brush of her tongue rendering him silent as his eyes shut close. his breath shakes but manages to focus on his senses, the one she tends to most β touch mostly, but sound too, the roll of her lips echoing even as the water pelts the tub around him.
it's been a long while since he's had something like this, years really, but it doesn't mean he isn't aware of her, the motions that twist him inside out, a low noise rising from his throat.
his own tongue rolls over his lips, wet with droplets, even more soaking his beard, allowing a steady stream to drop from below to his collar. but the water earns none of his attention, nothing does save what she offers, his fingers curling a little tighter into her hair. ]
[ she doesn't just hear it, when her touch provokes those sounds from him; she feels it too, that vibration caused by the depth of his groan rippling over skin until she can experience the sensation of it dimly, and it prompts a noise from her too, softer though similar, wordless but no less communicative in its enjoyment.
because she does like doing this, maybe more than she'd let on at first, but he's going to figure that out for himself soon enough, and as he rises further on her tongue she seeks to deliver more to him, paying close attention to what he reacts to strongly, whether via a harder clutch of fingers in her hair or an audible hitch in his breathing.
one hand circles a grip at the base to hold him steady for her, but the other skims past his waist to clutch firm skin behind, encouraging him to ease forward if he wants it, to give her the slow thrust of hips as she takes him deeper into her mouth. ]
[ this is definitely not where he imagined his visit to reach, not into the comfortable warmth of her bed, or the heated space of her bathroom. but it is where he is now, with this woman heβd once wanted to be as far away from now steady on her knees as she takes him generously into her mouth and turns him upside down in an entirely different way. ]
Wynonna. [ he mutters between a low groan, his voice developing a slight rasp in the pleasure of it. the growth of his arousal is undisguised now, reacting between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, responding to every giving stroke of it.
when she squeezes her fingers to his skin at the rear, he almost breathes a laugh, his eyes gazing down to her with a curious raise of a brow. but she remains seemingly confident in herself, something that only seems to tighten his insides further at the curiosity of it as he gives a light shift of his hips, a slow roll back and forth with a careful eye to watch her. ]
[ god, she does like this, almost having forgotten how much; she hasn't had reason or excuse to do it in a while, and it's not often that she's even offered it, something in it always feeling more intimate than even the main event itself. his hand threaded in her hair, her name on his lips at a volume she's rarely heard and still feels new, and she hums her response as he pulses on her tongue, hot and heavy.
she has to blink through the wet mist that clings to her eyelashes, but it's worth the effort to bring him into focus, dripping muscle and slightly parted lips, not to mention the rise of an eyebrow that adopts an entirely different meaning while she's kneeling in front of him.
he eases his hips forward, seemingly at her urging, and she ventures a subtle nod, further indication that he's welcome to do more along those lines. she doesn't even need to think twice to realize that he's reluctant to do anything that might prove to be too much for her, so if she has to offer more reassurance in the form of another blatant squeeze of her fingers, a knowing smirk held in her gaze given her occupied mouth, she'll do it. ]
[ itβs been a long time since heβs received treatment like this, and maybe thatβs why his body feels a little more sensitive than it would be otherwise. because thereβs nothing to second guess about the way she wraps him with her mouth, her intent clear as she moves without hesitance, and his moans go unfiltered, maybe even louder with the echo of the small space.
he almost manages a laugh too, when she physically encourages more of his rocking hips, almost as if sheβs eager for the dare, but the sound is strained and heβs forced to catch his breath before he decides to meet her commands.
itβs still slow but thereβs a bit more firmness as he works himself against her mouth, his fingers maintaining that solid hold of her hair, as his eyes continue to watch her β for the sake of making sure he doesnβt overdue it and to bask in the pleasure of the sight of her tightly pressed lips working him over. ]
[ the shower's even louder when she's down on her knees, water pelting her shoulders and the top of her head depending on how she shifts β she can't keep her weight solely in one place, the tub hard and a little unforgiving the longer she stays down here, but it's a sensation she's more than willing to set aside for this. for him. and she can hear him over the roar of the shower spray, those lower moans coming in under what sounds like a waterfall they've carved out in their own private space.
she knows he won't take this any further than she's prepared to go, but a part of her wants to see if she can push her own limits just slightly, invite him deep enough to test herself; this may not be the time for that, but what does it say that she's already idly considering the future with him?
she groans as he moves, though, even with those small, incremental motions of his hips while he's got fingers tangled in wet strands of her hair, and she eases forward to meet him halfway in it, equally subtle nods of her head that send him past the tight ring of her mouth, across the waiting press of her tongue. it's enough for her to feel this, not to mention the way that his muscles tighten beneath her fingers every time he thrusts forward, and shit, she can envision wanting to do this ten times over after today. ]
[ itβs hard to say what this means for the long term, what it means that this seems to be an endless continuation of the night before, in which they just seem to sink into one another again and again, in whatever form that manages to be. maybe when he finally manages to leave this house, heβll sober himself enough from whatever she provides that intoxicates him to have a better sense of what a bad idea it all is.
this town isnβt long term, even if heβs made the decision to stay for as long as heβs needed to right things here, and being this close wonβt be good for either of them by the time it all comes crashing down.
not that he thinks of any of that now, not as his hips thrust in small waves, enough to push past the boundaries of her parted mouth as she welcomes him in with a stroking tongue, the wet firm response of it dragging again and again enough to escalate his pleasure. ]
Shit. [ he mutters, as it fast approaches, and the strain in his throat means itβs the only warning he can provide before his hips begin to stagger, jolting against her mouth and tightening his grip in her hair as he comes with a lasting groan that echoes low within the shower. ]
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her question sparks a light chuckle, along with that subtle pinching of her fingers to his chin, hairs there caught in a minor tug. he doesn't get to sprout a response, not when she's already moving across the room, spinning away from him with the assumption of his answer.
but his eyes find a momentary distraction anyway, a slight squint when he notices the dark lines low on her back, an angle he'd yet to see her in until now. ] So, that's where it is, huh? [ he'd learned about the tattoos early, briefly assuming they'd all been in the same spot, that perch right over the heart where his own was printed without his knowing. but he'd seen them in various locations since, either on a shoulder or wrist, but he'd never been able to pinpoint hers.
not that he'd ever really cared about the ink at all, not even having thought about it when he did finally get an almost full gaze of her naked in front of his eyes. still, seeing it now sparks a minor smirk, one that remains on when he rises to his feet, shuffling in the path behind her until he catches up, fingertips lightly grazing the pattern on her skin. ] Guess I missed it.
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Oh. [ and she freezes, mid-movement, arms rising up from her sides as if that could potentially invite more of a view, before trying to crane her neck over one shoulder to glimpse it for herself. she's never been able to get a full-on view of it unless she's turned her back to a mirror, the tattoo perfectly positioned between her hips for her to only make out the edge of the design. ]
Talk about adding insult to kidnapping, right? "Sorry for taking you to Dreamland against your will, here's your very own tramp stamp." [ her scoff punctuates the attempt at a joke, and she's rolling her eyes good-naturedly before stretching out a hand to brace her palm against his chest where his own tattoo sits left of center, fingers curving slightly to let the tips rest a bit higher. ] In case you wondered if you lucked out with yours at all.
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when her fingers drift on his chest to compare the differences of their inks, his lips purse, almost in a half-curved smile. ] Well, I thought I had. But as it turns out, I apparently have a knack for ending up shirtless more often than not. Who knew?
[ the raise in a brow is an obvious tease directed her way, considering their long history together, in which she'd come to see his bare chest more than one, twice, three times or so even before the events of last night. all accidental for the most part, but no less ridiculous on account of her constantly and by coincidence being in the room when it occurs. ]
Speaking of which β [ he steps around her, leaning across the bath to work the handles, trying to find that balance of hot water before he turns his head to peer over his shoulder towards her. ] This is pretty familiar, ain't it?
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and if she had to guess, the house's second-longest occupant has been him. between his visits to fix any old thing, he's made himself comfortable in the space in small ways. tools scattered at random points, a used coffee mug sitting on the kitchen counter for him to go back to between breaks. there were indications of his presence becoming more frequent here long before last night.
she uses her index finger to trace the design on his chest, starting with the antler on one side and then traversing across the intricacies of it until she ends up on the other. ] Just my luck, huh? [ because she'd made no secret of it being a distraction when it had happened, though she'd only ever benefitted from the spontaneous prompts that had forced him to remove that top layer. ]
I don't know about that. Pretty sure it started out differently. [ with him hitching her up over his shoulder and dumping her in, that is, and she glares at him suspiciously, trying to gauge if he'll follow that first instance to the letter. the water had also been a markedly different temperature, a shock to the system that had left her spluttering beneath that icy spray of water trickling down her hair and in between her clothes; she'd left sopping wet bootprints behind on her hasty retreat out of chloe's house, an obvious trail to track her getaway route all the way back to her own place. ]
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casually, he hooks his thumbs into his boxer briefs, shucking them down off his legs to his ankles and lifting his feet before kicking them lightly to the side. ] Different's not so bad.
[ the lack of clothes might be the biggest difference of them all, remembering how the fabrics had clung to their skin, denim heavy on his legs as the chill of the water prompted goosebumps on his bare arms. but the air between them is also a change, subtleties still present then in the way they spoke, flirtatious banter still not in full growth as they'd tried to dodge it at every corner.
but now he lacks any hesitance as he steps back to her, swift when he squats just enough to guide one arm to her back and the other behind her knees, scooping her up into his arms for a standard princess carry β an improvement from simply tossing her over his shoulder, he thinks. carefully, he'll guide her to the shower, only loosening his hold when he's able to deposit her safety within the tub itself. ] See, different.
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and it turns out her suspicions about what he's planning next aren't completely unfounded, because he crouches beneath her and that's the only warning she gets before he's picking her up in his arms, her own thrown around his neck with the surprise of it even though his hold on her is secure. she's shaking her head through a smile, chin tipped down while he gently sets her down inside the tub and steps over to join her fully.
the water is warm this time, at her back, and she lifts a hand to pull the curtain, enclosing them within; it doesn't block out so much light that she can't see the slant of his mouth, can't find her way forward until she's nudging closer, until her face is tilted up enough for her lips to seek his, a light peck initially that isn't lacking any affection. ] Not completely different.
[ because she'll kiss him here as she did then, only without the risk of interruption, without that tiny voice that had been all too happy to nag her before about her poor decision-making β just the certainty of what they have now between them, the assurance that they're both in it for however long it lasts β and she'll lose herself a little longer in that shared heat, guiltless and pliant against him. ]
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he returns it with the tender response of a caressing mouth, parted lips that draw in the wet parts of hers, cleaning those droplets one by one as they cascade from above them, warm on their skin.
even his hands are reminiscent of that time, rising to palm over her cheeks, fingers tracing back those wet strands of hair to lock behind her ears, holding her face steady to his own. that'd been the very thing that tricked him then, left him with surprise at how gentle her skin felt against his, mostly when she'd brought her fingers to his chin, a simple stroke of it, luring his mouth to act on instinct than any logical thought. ]
Aren't gonna run out on me this time, are you? [ he mutters the tease in the midst of their kiss, not entirely drawing himself away even as he smiles through the amusement of his question. ]
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and the curiosity with which she seeks out his mouth now isn't impulse-driven by one too many pot candies, but the wet slide of his lips against hers feels almost the same, his hands spreading across her face to sweep her hair back from her skin the way he had then, too. ]
Well, for starters, this is my place. [ she maintains that proximity between their mouths, soft caresses that tease a deeper press on every other syllable, and when she smiles he can probably feel it too, the brief tension in her cheeks beneath his palms.
she slings one arm low, around his waist, unconsciously nudging their hips together even if she isn't seeking to bring them closer beyond that. for now, she wants to enjoy just how nice it is to have this, something she isn't entirely convinced she even deserves but won't bring herself to relinquish, too stuck in the newness and the wanting of it to know better. ] But I'm not going anywhere.
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beyond the amount of clothing, the difference here from that first kiss is how he'd done it as a way to drown out the noise of the party, of the chaos that was driving him into a series of frustration; here, he's merely extending the already lingering peace, a soothing heat drifting from her mouth to his. ]
Your place? Is that where I've been all this time? [ sarcastically spoken, a nudging smile prodding up against her lips, a laugh held back in his breath.
when he finally draws back, his eyes remain on her, a soft gaze in her direction as his palms roll across her cheeks and begin to slick back her wet hair, tucking it all behind her ears neatly, brushing the damp strands down. ] Funny how every time I see you, I've got some way of getting you wet. [ because of the shower, obviously. ]
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even the sound of water falling against the tub's interior creates a white noise effect that blocks out everything aside from the most immediate noises. if anyone's trying to reach them, they won't hear it, not for a while. ]
Yeah, I think you might be vaguely familiar already. [ she chuckles too, an exhale that leaves her lips parting to reveal teeth in a fuller grin, their faces close enough for her nose to brush his.
and she knows full well what he means, but the delivery of it paired with the slide of his hands across her face, her chin still tipped up to enable the full sweeping movement, means that he'll witness her reaction right as it happens, the quirk of an eyebrow and her light confusion while she tries to parse through that line for a few seconds. ] Is that what you think? Every time? [ her hands steady against his sides, thumbs stroking over that lean curve. ] Maybe I should find my own way of paying you back for that.
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Well, from what I hear, Iβm pretty good at managing it even when Iβm not around, so I say Iβm pretty confident. [ according to her provided information, not having forgotten about the details of that unique dream heβd partially competed with as he lingered between her legs.
but her fingers are on him, soothing at his sides, and for all that he playfully teases, the gaze he provides is one that remains private, eyes softened in a way that hadnβt come easy to him prior to the recent days, before the initial kiss that had steered everything in a new direction, before the pollen had simply brought out mere truth to the surface. ]
Five star review on my business page with some positive feedback might be nice.
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the water's plenty warm but the shudder his touch elicits leaves goosebumps in its wake and she leans into him out of a need to seek more of that heat, to circulate it between them; he mentions the dream and she rolls her eyes at herself, chuckling and ducking her head until her forehead bumps into his chin. ]
Yeah, but it tends to go a little better with that hands-on approach. Speaking of.
[ there's an undeniable gleam in her gaze when she finally tilts her head back again, thoughtfully biting on her lower lip, and she worms a hand between them, gently raking her nails along his thigh. ] I haven't shown you what I can do below the waist yet.
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he manages a steady gaze right up until the moment that her fingers trail down his thigh, an intimate caress that lingers low. on its own, it might not have the full effect of what it does, but with the way she watches him, the curl of her lip behind her teeth, he shivers, the breath he takes in deep. ]
Didn't realize that was on the table. [ he hadn't been thinking about it until now, really, possibly because he'd been too distracted with his own venture to the apex of her thighs before, merely content for the reaction she'd offered him in turn, something that'd been plentiful to render him erect eventually.
if her fingers wander anymore than it does now, he imagines it'd take much less time to accomplish. ]
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he inhales from that light scratch of her nails across his skin and she smiles a little broader around the press of her teeth, letting her hand drift inward to trace fingertips along the line of his pelvis. ]
Well, it didn't really come up before. [ not when he'd made himself right at home between her legs, using his talents on her to make her fall apart for the second time, but if the situation had reversed itself she would have been more than happy to return the favor. ]
I guess it could be on the table eventually. [ she makes that suggestion with a quick wink, a reference back to the dream she'd somehow readily given him all the details on, now something to be used as further teasing fuel, an inside joke to be kept only between the both of them. ]
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her suggestion is met with a laugh, even if it's cut short with that sharp intake of breath, his abdomen curving in when she brushes a lingering touch along his pelvic bone, warming him low. ]
You and your damn tables, Earp. [ he kisses her then, brief and almost ghostly with how it hovers playfully, his breath warm on her lips. ] Don't know that I'd say no to whatever you're serving.
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she laughs too, a quiet huffing sound, and then leans forward to drop her lips to the outline of his own tattoo, where it sits over that strong plane of skin and muscle, before slowly sinking down to the porcelain on her knees. ]
I'm almost tempted to make some joke about how it'll be served hot but I still want you to like me later. [ and besides, her mouth is going to be pretty occupied in a second, especially once she starts leaving a trail of kisses along the line her fingers have just vacated. ]
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she lowers herself on her knees, a sight that makes him hold his breath; he can't trace her back anymore but he can still stroke gentle fingers at her neck, light massage lingering at the nape as he peers down to her.
somehow, even like this, she can make him laugh, something breathless when she traces more kisses on his skin. ] Christ, no. I think you've fulfilled your bad pun quota plenty. [ it's an honest scold, but somehow the lightness of his voice still holds a vein of affection, translated even more in his touch as he gazes down to her. ]
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Pretty sure I need to fill one more quota before you leave, and that's gonna happen any second now. [ her voice lifts innocently, almost airily, and even if she wants to spend a few more minutes teasing him she realizes they're on something of a time crunch between his shift change and the limited supply of hot water.
it's for those reasons and many others (like her own selfishness in enjoying this) that she finally gives him her mouth, slow stripes of her tongue over hard flesh before she takes him past the part of her lips, the shower spray beating down against them, water trickling over his chest and stomach, wayward droplets shuddering against the line of her jaw. ]
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it's been a long while since he's had something like this, years really, but it doesn't mean he isn't aware of her, the motions that twist him inside out, a low noise rising from his throat.
his own tongue rolls over his lips, wet with droplets, even more soaking his beard, allowing a steady stream to drop from below to his collar. but the water earns none of his attention, nothing does save what she offers, his fingers curling a little tighter into her hair. ]
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because she does like doing this, maybe more than she'd let on at first, but he's going to figure that out for himself soon enough, and as he rises further on her tongue she seeks to deliver more to him, paying close attention to what he reacts to strongly, whether via a harder clutch of fingers in her hair or an audible hitch in his breathing.
one hand circles a grip at the base to hold him steady for her, but the other skims past his waist to clutch firm skin behind, encouraging him to ease forward if he wants it, to give her the slow thrust of hips as she takes him deeper into her mouth. ]
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Wynonna. [ he mutters between a low groan, his voice developing a slight rasp in the pleasure of it. the growth of his arousal is undisguised now, reacting between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, responding to every giving stroke of it.
when she squeezes her fingers to his skin at the rear, he almost breathes a laugh, his eyes gazing down to her with a curious raise of a brow. but she remains seemingly confident in herself, something that only seems to tighten his insides further at the curiosity of it as he gives a light shift of his hips, a slow roll back and forth with a careful eye to watch her. ]
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she has to blink through the wet mist that clings to her eyelashes, but it's worth the effort to bring him into focus, dripping muscle and slightly parted lips, not to mention the rise of an eyebrow that adopts an entirely different meaning while she's kneeling in front of him.
he eases his hips forward, seemingly at her urging, and she ventures a subtle nod, further indication that he's welcome to do more along those lines. she doesn't even need to think twice to realize that he's reluctant to do anything that might prove to be too much for her, so if she has to offer more reassurance in the form of another blatant squeeze of her fingers, a knowing smirk held in her gaze given her occupied mouth, she'll do it. ]
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he almost manages a laugh too, when she physically encourages more of his rocking hips, almost as if sheβs eager for the dare, but the sound is strained and heβs forced to catch his breath before he decides to meet her commands.
itβs still slow but thereβs a bit more firmness as he works himself against her mouth, his fingers maintaining that solid hold of her hair, as his eyes continue to watch her β for the sake of making sure he doesnβt overdue it and to bask in the pleasure of the sight of her tightly pressed lips working him over. ]
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she knows he won't take this any further than she's prepared to go, but a part of her wants to see if she can push her own limits just slightly, invite him deep enough to test herself; this may not be the time for that, but what does it say that she's already idly considering the future with him?
she groans as he moves, though, even with those small, incremental motions of his hips while he's got fingers tangled in wet strands of her hair, and she eases forward to meet him halfway in it, equally subtle nods of her head that send him past the tight ring of her mouth, across the waiting press of her tongue. it's enough for her to feel this, not to mention the way that his muscles tighten beneath her fingers every time he thrusts forward, and shit, she can envision wanting to do this ten times over after today. ]
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this town isnβt long term, even if heβs made the decision to stay for as long as heβs needed to right things here, and being this close wonβt be good for either of them by the time it all comes crashing down.
not that he thinks of any of that now, not as his hips thrust in small waves, enough to push past the boundaries of her parted mouth as she welcomes him in with a stroking tongue, the wet firm response of it dragging again and again enough to escalate his pleasure. ]
Shit. [ he mutters, as it fast approaches, and the strain in his throat means itβs the only warning he can provide before his hips begin to stagger, jolting against her mouth and tightening his grip in her hair as he comes with a lasting groan that echoes low within the shower. ]
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