[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
[ she's been selfish in this, she knows that much, trying to cling to the vestiges of the new intimacy they've carved out for themselves here when the responsibilities, the commitments of a new day are already beckoning, promising to draw him out the front door and away from her, away from this. but it only makes her want to hold on tighter and refuse to let go β or, at the very least, savor moments like this one until he leaves and the reality of what they've just done sinks in.
there's uncertainty there, not in choosing to do it β because if she had to go back, to rewind to the night before this one, she'd do it all over again, no question β but in the expectation that this could create, the question they'll have to consider of whether or not they want more or if they can settle for something like this, him in her bed and in her shower and them going to town on each other behind closed doors while not letting on that anything's happening out in public.
and she wonders if she could compartmentalize, slot him into a casual thing, or if she's already too far gone to see it.
he spills on her tongue and she only withdraws once she's positive he's spent, pressing her lips together and steadying herself with a grip of fingers at his thighs; when she finally rocks up onto her feet, her knees are already protesting and she's pretty sure the water has cooled to lukewarm, but she can't mask her grin, mouth twitching with bridled self-satisfaction as she blinks through wet lashes. ]
[ his thoughts are limited to what he knows in this moment, to what the peak of his arousal and climbing pleasure seem to spell for what his wants β and what he wants is quite simply her. the simple way to approach it would be the physical lust of this little affair, with its prepared casualness and the mere satisfaction of having something while theyβre limited to what this small town provides him.
but frank has nothing approached anything in the simple way, and somehow, when she rises to her feet and heβs left standing in his depletion of energy, one arm stretching out to brace against the porcelain tile of the wall, his fingers still find refuge in her hair. but they donβt tug in the heat of pleasure as before; instead, they dip deeper past the wet strands to seek hold of her damp skin, thumb tucked up over her jaw and cheek, guiding her in closer towards him. ]
Guess we are. [ he chuckles with a tired breath, but still dips his head in to bump their noses carefully together, nudging hers soft with his own. ] Remind me to tilt the balance again later.
[ and he kisses her, never minding the taste he might find after where her mouth has just been, not considering what stands as casual or more intimate than they should do β only that he wants to, that heβs tasted her lips, and somehow he canβt resist the desire to do so again and again. ]
[ now that he's started touching her like this, the pad of his thumb tracking the shape of her face until he cups her there gently, guides her in against his mouth, she doesn't want him to stop. it's not a move driven by hunger or proprietary claiming; he holds her like he wants to learn her, know everything she is and all the ways in which she enjoys to be kissed and how he can deliver that to her, and if she'd expected hesitation from him at finding his own flavor on her lips it doesn't happen.
he kisses her the same regardless, and it prompts the subtlest flutter from somewhere inside her β her chest, the pit of her stomach, she can't really tell, only that it comes from the excitement, the newness and the striking familiarity of it all at the same time.
she kisses him back for the span of a few seconds and then tips her forehead against his jaw, sighing quietly. ]
Okay, we better focus on actually getting clean before we use up all the hot water you managed to make happen for me. [ he's definitely extended the lifespan of her water heater with some of his tinkering, but she doesn't want to press their luck for too much longer. ]
[ he doesn't know what this is, only that it's a complilation of everything that's built up thus far, from their previous encounter under a shower spray to now, and everything in between, the kisses that gradually dipped into something purposeful rather than merely spontaneous, and he can't conjure a meaning to explain it, or why he fails to resist it, but he can't seem to want to do more than merely bask in what's offered.
even if he somehow thinks he might come to regret it later, when he knows he'll need to sacrifice whatever sort of peace he finds now, with her skin beneath his hands and her breath warming his lips.
he chuckles when she draws away, a soft laugh that muffles into her hair when he leans in against the wet strands, lips pursing to leave a brief kiss in its place. ]
Yeah, I ain't fixing your shit again, so take advantage now while you got it. [ amusement lives on in his tone to note the sarcasm of it, finally drawing back to snag body wash and loofah in each hand, holding them up with a raised brow and the intent to successfully see this shower through. ]
[ and if he's going to proactively introduce the loofah into the equation, well, then she's just going to let him, carefully spinning around in the narrow space of the tub to present her back to him first. she really has had trouble reaching certain places, though he's going to get another solid glimpse of those antlers inked into her skin at the inward curve of her spine before it flares out into, well, what she considers her prize asset.
she's biting back a grin the whole damn time, even as he makes some pretend crack about not getting around to fix her house in the future; it's a lie they both know the truth of, and she gently reaches back to gather her hair over one shoulder, fingers gently combing through wet strands to give him further access. ]
Oh, I'm taking advantage of everything. Sink fixes, replacing the floorboards, you helping me out with my back. All of it. [ she chuckles without turning around. ]
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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. ]
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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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there's uncertainty there, not in choosing to do it β because if she had to go back, to rewind to the night before this one, she'd do it all over again, no question β but in the expectation that this could create, the question they'll have to consider of whether or not they want more or if they can settle for something like this, him in her bed and in her shower and them going to town on each other behind closed doors while not letting on that anything's happening out in public.
and she wonders if she could compartmentalize, slot him into a casual thing, or if she's already too far gone to see it.
he spills on her tongue and she only withdraws once she's positive he's spent, pressing her lips together and steadying herself with a grip of fingers at his thighs; when she finally rocks up onto her feet, her knees are already protesting and she's pretty sure the water has cooled to lukewarm, but she can't mask her grin, mouth twitching with bridled self-satisfaction as she blinks through wet lashes. ]
Now we're even.
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but frank has nothing approached anything in the simple way, and somehow, when she rises to her feet and heβs left standing in his depletion of energy, one arm stretching out to brace against the porcelain tile of the wall, his fingers still find refuge in her hair. but they donβt tug in the heat of pleasure as before; instead, they dip deeper past the wet strands to seek hold of her damp skin, thumb tucked up over her jaw and cheek, guiding her in closer towards him. ]
Guess we are. [ he chuckles with a tired breath, but still dips his head in to bump their noses carefully together, nudging hers soft with his own. ] Remind me to tilt the balance again later.
[ and he kisses her, never minding the taste he might find after where her mouth has just been, not considering what stands as casual or more intimate than they should do β only that he wants to, that heβs tasted her lips, and somehow he canβt resist the desire to do so again and again. ]
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he kisses her the same regardless, and it prompts the subtlest flutter from somewhere inside her β her chest, the pit of her stomach, she can't really tell, only that it comes from the excitement, the newness and the striking familiarity of it all at the same time.
she kisses him back for the span of a few seconds and then tips her forehead against his jaw, sighing quietly. ]
Okay, we better focus on actually getting clean before we use up all the hot water you managed to make happen for me. [ he's definitely extended the lifespan of her water heater with some of his tinkering, but she doesn't want to press their luck for too much longer. ]
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even if he somehow thinks he might come to regret it later, when he knows he'll need to sacrifice whatever sort of peace he finds now, with her skin beneath his hands and her breath warming his lips.
he chuckles when she draws away, a soft laugh that muffles into her hair when he leans in against the wet strands, lips pursing to leave a brief kiss in its place. ]
Yeah, I ain't fixing your shit again, so take advantage now while you got it. [ amusement lives on in his tone to note the sarcasm of it, finally drawing back to snag body wash and loofah in each hand, holding them up with a raised brow and the intent to successfully see this shower through. ]
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she's biting back a grin the whole damn time, even as he makes some pretend crack about not getting around to fix her house in the future; it's a lie they both know the truth of, and she gently reaches back to gather her hair over one shoulder, fingers gently combing through wet strands to give him further access. ]
Oh, I'm taking advantage of everything. Sink fixes, replacing the floorboards, you helping me out with my back. All of it. [ she chuckles without turning around. ]
I'll do yours if you do mine.