[ 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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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.