[ 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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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.