I thought so. [ even his own voice is a pitch lower, both unintentional and a way to seduce her further, the close distance of their mouths punctuating that low gravel in his town and the noise he makes in turn when she nips at his lips, and he can practically taste the whimper that leaves her.
even if he teases, he knows thereβs a mutual trust between the two of them, and when she takes a hold of his arm, itβs in the same way that his fingers had drifted tight into her hair, massaging his palm against her scalp, all for the mere tether that keeps them close together at all points, to sink further and further until it all blends together and they communicate every response, every need, without a single showcase of words save for the soft sounds that echo, sometimes in the form of their own names.
when she presses up her hips, he can tease her further if he desires it, but he doesnβt, instead working that hand harder against her on each rising press, meeting her there to add to that aided rhythm to coaxes more of that soaking dampness.
he can feel the shift in her breath, when instinctive humor gets traded for urgency, muscles tensing when sheβs desiring more and awaiting it. he runs his tongue over his own lips right before she snatches them with hers and the sudden contact makes even him moan a little at the passion that follows with it, the slide of their mouths that prompts the final shift of the tone heβd set.
because he drifts his hand up to the hem of her underwear then, finally sneaking below to roam beneath it, earning a direct contact that makes him nip at her lip in feeling her, rubbing briefly from above before a finger snakes in to slip past that initial entry. ]
[ She'd joked once, maybe a little off-hand, about how he'd had a voice made for narration, that kind of low dimension to it that implies authority and commands a certain kind of attention β but maybe what she hadn't fully communicated to him, then or now, is the effect it has on her, that gravel in his tone when he's close enough to utter words across the shape of her mouth, to let her feel the rumbling vibration in his chest as he lays at her side. It's its own turn-on, that voice, full of implication and promise, tease and fulfillment, and she lets it roll over her skin, tilting her face up towards his like she wants his lips to form the shape of each word right across hers.
Her grip on him links them further, preserves that joining; even if they're pursuing something they don't veer towards normally, often skipping ahead to a certain main event, she wants to find every route she can to touch him, to reciprocate in putting a hand on him so she isn't just laying here passively enjoying herself. She'll seek that connection everywhere she can until it's physically impossible and she runs out of hands, or places to put her mouth; she wants him over her, against her, pressing every inch of herself to every inch of him until there's nothing that remains untouched.
But now she's being built up too high to think about anything other than where his hand resides between her legs, half-disappeared beneath a twisted sheet; the muscles in her abdomen tense slightly as those first tendrils of heat unfurl strongly in her core and she blatantly arches beneath him, the rolling wave that starts in her shoulders and carries down to her hips as his kiss stifles the ensuing moan.
And then she melts when his hand covertly slips beneath to touch her where she's aching for it, touch dipping under and in, and her fingers dig into his forearm a little more, maybe hard enough for him to perceive the rounds of her nails; if she maintains a hold somewhere, somehow, she thinks, she might be able to keep quiet, but it's a struggle to keep her eyes open, to watch him watching her as arousal plays so openly across her features, as he strips her bare with that single digit. ]
[ he can roll his eyes, pout his lips, and pretend to ignore her when she tosses over her teasing compliments, even as far back as when she brought attention to his voice, but heβs plenty attentive to know the things that have an affect on her, how sometimes a simple look that make her breathe more deeply, or a steady whisper can warm her skin. he feels it, bears witness to it as closely as he can capture the details and hold it all to memory, for the sake of showering it upon her again and again until he can coax her into unraveling.
he does it even now, and he knows sheβs lost the will to retaliate in banter when all he receives in turn is the muffle of moans against his lips, his mouth parting to taste each and every one, the sound of her just as much of an important effect as what paints his fingers down below. ]
God, youβre beautiful β [ yet, not everything that comes from his mouth is purposeful, and he hardly even notices himself when he says it, distracted as he thrusts the press of a finger to a second knuckle and captures the result of it in the shifting lines across her face, the rounded workings of her lips as they gasp, and the firm grip that pinches into his skin, sharp but welcoming to any scratches of those nails that might leave remnants of this moment to draw back on later.
itβs a risk to not shield her mouth with his own, but he draws himself back just enough to gaze with fond eyes, his own breath even a light panting now, because he doesnβt want to miss the moment that he adds an additional digit, finding a steady rhythm of two fingers side by side, rocking with slick ease within the warmth of her. ]
[ It'd be a lie to say he hasn't always affected her even in some small way, provoked a response from her β the difference now is in what those reactions are, everything ranging from something fluttering low in the pit of her stomach to the equally intense swelling in her chest that happens when she glances at him and finds him already looking in her direction, surveying her with an openness she hasn't always been on the receiving end of. She knows what that latter feeling is now, even if she hadn't always been able to give a name to it; it's in her heart for her to offer up strong enough for him to feel it too, to know what exists between them, want and desire and need and love all wrapped up into one.
He's found a means to take her apart piece by piece, but she trusts him enough to put her back together afterward, and that's the difference between him and everyone else she tried to have this with β the trust to pour herself into his hands, because he's never given her any reason to doubt he's got the strength to hold her up, and she'll be there for him to lean on when it's his turn to unravel, not just on an intimate level like this moment now while the town is still waking up.
Her brow furrows more deeply, not a squint or a look of confusion at his words but somewhere closer to concentration, focus; she's lost in his eyes and everything he's saying to her while he touches her, all of it so good and safe and right that she'd be bowled over by it if she wasn't already laid out across their bed. Her mouth silently streams the sounds she can't allow herself to make, and her fingers flex at his arm, digging in even harder at that further stretch within her.
Lips form his name without a noise β Frank β and she curves against him, head tipping back against the pillow and eyes briefly screwing shut; she has to surrender his gaze for a moment but then she's reeled back to him through the rhythm of his fingers, firm and unrelenting. She blinks open to find his face and the hand at his arm travels up the length of his body to cup him at the nape of his neck, cradling their faces together while they breathe one another's breaths and he steadily works her ever closer to that release. ]
[ theyβd always been channeling something together all these months, something unspoken beyond the banter and the bickering and the affectionate words that fall in between. and while it hadnβt always been this exact feeling, the more intimate and heart-gripping emotions built and stitched together somewhere along the path of all of this, the attention had always been there, capturing details and learning curves, memorizing the ease of certain expressions along with the rarity of others. but through it all, heβs never tired of her, never stopped looking, especially as he looks at her now, seeing the woman heβd accidentally given the whole of his heart to, something heβd initially tightened his grip around defensively when heβd thought itβd lost the will to beat as hard as it does now.
and yet she holds him now, just as much as he does here, and while itβs she that has his hand perched within her underwear, fabric tucked up by the firmness of his knuckles, he loses himself in her just the same, sharing in it by watching as the pieces of her lay exposed, listening for her soft hushed moans, and sighing when he sees her lips form a silent call of his name.
when she reaches her his neck, curving her fingers for that solid hold, he leans to her mouth, kissing her hard then, a tight but tender press of his mouth to hers, an echo of a reminder that goes unsaid but is told in every kiss, every fond gaze, every caress to her skin.
i love you, he doesnβt say, but he sighs to her mouth and in that steady breath, he says it again and again, i love you, i love you.
perching his thumb high against that sensitive nub, he steadies his firm touch there as he seeks a faster rhythm of his sunken fingers, a steady pumping that echoes its slick sound just enough through the room that the moment still belongs to them and them alone. ] I got you. [ he mutters to her mouth, a soft reminder, as he provides the full attention of his touch between her spread legs, aiming to help her climb and climb until she achieves that sought out peak. ]
[ They havenβt given up everything that defined those early months, the bickering and playful teasing now just adopting a different tenor as if it represents a foreplay all its own, a prelude to what they fall into when they can seize the moment long enough to achieve it. His hands are on her and his voice is uttered softly across her lips as she spirals high and higher still, now practically reduced to helpless writhing when he pairs the motion of his fingers with that glancing brush of a thumb over a point of major sensitivity.
She grips at him harder, knowing sheβs lost, giving herself over to it all while heβs there to ease her back down from it in the end but touching her so capably to bring her to that breaking point first, the tension inside her building more and more until she doesnβt know if she can take it.
They donβt have the benefit of living alone, together, not anymore, but thatβs proving to be the fun of it, being forced to stay quiet when she knows other ears might be sensitive enough to pick up on too many suspicious sounds and interrupt them, and not using her words hasnβt stopped her from finding his eyes in this, from letting them say what she already has but pouring it out of herself now through that shared look β keep touching me, donβt stop, please, please donβt stop, I love you.
Heβs rocking with her, moving, here to hold her, to give her the graze of his mouth to hers and right when she thinks she might burst open her release rolls over her instead, played out by the rhythm of his fingers; she grinds down to meet it and presses her lips firm to his to utter her moan there, something soft and strained as she comes apart against him, around him, and she doesnβt stop until the last of it ebbs away and she can ease back into the pillow, flushed and visibly satisfied. ] Goddamn.
[ he holds her all through it, elbow notched down into the mattress as he curves his fingers to brace at her neck while the other hand works below to follow through in aiding her to achieve that desired release. he lingers close to let their mouths find one another without difficulty, lips locking to hers when she seeks him out to disguise the inevitable noise from it. in his mere presence, he aims to remind her that he isnβt going anywhere, not in the physical sense or otherwise β heβs here for the long run. with her.
even though his own release had already come and went, he still breathes deeply against her lips, as if heβd joined the ride with her, and when she finally settles her body to sink in exhaustion against the mattress, he slips his hand free from within her underwear, damp fingers splaying against her belly.
leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to her temple, remaining there for a lasting moment to hum a soft chuckle to her hair, lips spreading wide into a smile. ] Goddamn. [ he repeats, amusement clear in his voice. ] That wake you up good?
[ And he's there for her right as she'd known he would be, that continued idle motion of his fingers playing out the sensations until she collapses bonelessly beside him, sated and lightly sweaty; she can't find it in her to succumb any kind of energy yet, but she doesn't have to move for a while beyond where she tucks into his chest, seeking out the warmth she doesn't really need when she's been worked up to this degree.
She lets her eyes fall shut for a few moments, mostly refocusing on the slowing of her breathing, letting herself even out while she curls close for that cuddle she might secretly crave after all. It's like they're both spent from it even though he's more distantly removed from his unraveling, and she hums lightly in response to his question, chuckling from behind shuttered eyes. ]
Mmhmm. [ Finally, she tips her head back to bring him into her view through a half-lidded gaze; he's lightly bathed in the rays of rising sun spilling through the curtains into the room, and she brings their mouths together for a soft press before curving her body flush to his, fingertips tracing over the design inked into his chest. ] You know, I wouldn't say no to waking up like that every day.
[ considering she'd been the one to wake him, he finds plenty of amusement in the way that she twists herself into, that nuzzled cuddle that could somehow threaten sleep again if they manage to let it. though he finds himself more awakened now, especially with that light exercise exerted along his arm and wrist, even if he wraps his arms protectively and warmly around her back to hold her close against his chest. ]
Oh, you would, yeah? [ he purses his lips, a fair tease in the expression as he peers down at her with something of a judgmental stare. of course, he pairs it with a dramatic hum, eyes squinting, partially to pester her and partially to shield against the sun light drifting past the curtain. ]
Pretty sure I didn't sign up for that wake-up call. Usually a warning ain't so bad.
[ She might be in prime cuddle mode right now, but she's fully awake, merely closer to basking to the peace that falls over them afterward, the quiet of the early morning that has yet to be broken by the sound of smaller footsteps on the farmhouse's main staircase or someone opening and closing cupboards in search of that last box of Pop-Tarts that's been sequestered away. A soft sigh leaves her in that silence, while she takes a moment to recover herself, and she can faintly hear the sound of his heartbeat slowing right alongside her own. ]
You wouldn't? [ It's a tease, of course, as so much of their exchanges tend to be, remarks couched in humor and clever repartee; she fully acknowledges the ridiculousness of her suggestion with a soft curving of her mouth, docking her chin against the side of his chest as he squints in her direction. ]
Oh, well, next time I'll put a reminder on your phone. Make sure you know exactly when and where it'll be coming. Or when you'll be.
[ it's getting near that time where coffee is much desired, much needed, but even his typical morning routine can be postponed for just a little while longer as he tilts his head to bring his mouth to the messy mess of hair, humming his contentment there as he fights the chuckle that bubbles up from her playful retort. ]
Yeah, sure. Because you're always so great at planning ahead.
[ he might be teasing, or simply calling her out on something they both very much know to be true. ]
I guess I don't mind your surprises all that much.
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even if he teases, he knows thereβs a mutual trust between the two of them, and when she takes a hold of his arm, itβs in the same way that his fingers had drifted tight into her hair, massaging his palm against her scalp, all for the mere tether that keeps them close together at all points, to sink further and further until it all blends together and they communicate every response, every need, without a single showcase of words save for the soft sounds that echo, sometimes in the form of their own names.
when she presses up her hips, he can tease her further if he desires it, but he doesnβt, instead working that hand harder against her on each rising press, meeting her there to add to that aided rhythm to coaxes more of that soaking dampness.
he can feel the shift in her breath, when instinctive humor gets traded for urgency, muscles tensing when sheβs desiring more and awaiting it. he runs his tongue over his own lips right before she snatches them with hers and the sudden contact makes even him moan a little at the passion that follows with it, the slide of their mouths that prompts the final shift of the tone heβd set.
because he drifts his hand up to the hem of her underwear then, finally sneaking below to roam beneath it, earning a direct contact that makes him nip at her lip in feeling her, rubbing briefly from above before a finger snakes in to slip past that initial entry. ]
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Her grip on him links them further, preserves that joining; even if they're pursuing something they don't veer towards normally, often skipping ahead to a certain main event, she wants to find every route she can to touch him, to reciprocate in putting a hand on him so she isn't just laying here passively enjoying herself. She'll seek that connection everywhere she can until it's physically impossible and she runs out of hands, or places to put her mouth; she wants him over her, against her, pressing every inch of herself to every inch of him until there's nothing that remains untouched.
But now she's being built up too high to think about anything other than where his hand resides between her legs, half-disappeared beneath a twisted sheet; the muscles in her abdomen tense slightly as those first tendrils of heat unfurl strongly in her core and she blatantly arches beneath him, the rolling wave that starts in her shoulders and carries down to her hips as his kiss stifles the ensuing moan.
And then she melts when his hand covertly slips beneath to touch her where she's aching for it, touch dipping under and in, and her fingers dig into his forearm a little more, maybe hard enough for him to perceive the rounds of her nails; if she maintains a hold somewhere, somehow, she thinks, she might be able to keep quiet, but it's a struggle to keep her eyes open, to watch him watching her as arousal plays so openly across her features, as he strips her bare with that single digit. ]
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he does it even now, and he knows sheβs lost the will to retaliate in banter when all he receives in turn is the muffle of moans against his lips, his mouth parting to taste each and every one, the sound of her just as much of an important effect as what paints his fingers down below. ]
God, youβre beautiful β [ yet, not everything that comes from his mouth is purposeful, and he hardly even notices himself when he says it, distracted as he thrusts the press of a finger to a second knuckle and captures the result of it in the shifting lines across her face, the rounded workings of her lips as they gasp, and the firm grip that pinches into his skin, sharp but welcoming to any scratches of those nails that might leave remnants of this moment to draw back on later.
itβs a risk to not shield her mouth with his own, but he draws himself back just enough to gaze with fond eyes, his own breath even a light panting now, because he doesnβt want to miss the moment that he adds an additional digit, finding a steady rhythm of two fingers side by side, rocking with slick ease within the warmth of her. ]
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He's found a means to take her apart piece by piece, but she trusts him enough to put her back together afterward, and that's the difference between him and everyone else she tried to have this with β the trust to pour herself into his hands, because he's never given her any reason to doubt he's got the strength to hold her up, and she'll be there for him to lean on when it's his turn to unravel, not just on an intimate level like this moment now while the town is still waking up.
Her brow furrows more deeply, not a squint or a look of confusion at his words but somewhere closer to concentration, focus; she's lost in his eyes and everything he's saying to her while he touches her, all of it so good and safe and right that she'd be bowled over by it if she wasn't already laid out across their bed. Her mouth silently streams the sounds she can't allow herself to make, and her fingers flex at his arm, digging in even harder at that further stretch within her.
Lips form his name without a noise β Frank β and she curves against him, head tipping back against the pillow and eyes briefly screwing shut; she has to surrender his gaze for a moment but then she's reeled back to him through the rhythm of his fingers, firm and unrelenting. She blinks open to find his face and the hand at his arm travels up the length of his body to cup him at the nape of his neck, cradling their faces together while they breathe one another's breaths and he steadily works her ever closer to that release. ]
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and yet she holds him now, just as much as he does here, and while itβs she that has his hand perched within her underwear, fabric tucked up by the firmness of his knuckles, he loses himself in her just the same, sharing in it by watching as the pieces of her lay exposed, listening for her soft hushed moans, and sighing when he sees her lips form a silent call of his name.
when she reaches her his neck, curving her fingers for that solid hold, he leans to her mouth, kissing her hard then, a tight but tender press of his mouth to hers, an echo of a reminder that goes unsaid but is told in every kiss, every fond gaze, every caress to her skin.
i love you, he doesnβt say, but he sighs to her mouth and in that steady breath, he says it again and again, i love you, i love you.
perching his thumb high against that sensitive nub, he steadies his firm touch there as he seeks a faster rhythm of his sunken fingers, a steady pumping that echoes its slick sound just enough through the room that the moment still belongs to them and them alone. ] I got you. [ he mutters to her mouth, a soft reminder, as he provides the full attention of his touch between her spread legs, aiming to help her climb and climb until she achieves that sought out peak. ]
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She grips at him harder, knowing sheβs lost, giving herself over to it all while heβs there to ease her back down from it in the end but touching her so capably to bring her to that breaking point first, the tension inside her building more and more until she doesnβt know if she can take it.
They donβt have the benefit of living alone, together, not anymore, but thatβs proving to be the fun of it, being forced to stay quiet when she knows other ears might be sensitive enough to pick up on too many suspicious sounds and interrupt them, and not using her words hasnβt stopped her from finding his eyes in this, from letting them say what she already has but pouring it out of herself now through that shared look β keep touching me, donβt stop, please, please donβt stop, I love you.
Heβs rocking with her, moving, here to hold her, to give her the graze of his mouth to hers and right when she thinks she might burst open her release rolls over her instead, played out by the rhythm of his fingers; she grinds down to meet it and presses her lips firm to his to utter her moan there, something soft and strained as she comes apart against him, around him, and she doesnβt stop until the last of it ebbs away and she can ease back into the pillow, flushed and visibly satisfied. ] Goddamn.
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even though his own release had already come and went, he still breathes deeply against her lips, as if heβd joined the ride with her, and when she finally settles her body to sink in exhaustion against the mattress, he slips his hand free from within her underwear, damp fingers splaying against her belly.
leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to her temple, remaining there for a lasting moment to hum a soft chuckle to her hair, lips spreading wide into a smile. ] Goddamn. [ he repeats, amusement clear in his voice. ] That wake you up good?
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She lets her eyes fall shut for a few moments, mostly refocusing on the slowing of her breathing, letting herself even out while she curls close for that cuddle she might secretly crave after all. It's like they're both spent from it even though he's more distantly removed from his unraveling, and she hums lightly in response to his question, chuckling from behind shuttered eyes. ]
Mmhmm. [ Finally, she tips her head back to bring him into her view through a half-lidded gaze; he's lightly bathed in the rays of rising sun spilling through the curtains into the room, and she brings their mouths together for a soft press before curving her body flush to his, fingertips tracing over the design inked into his chest. ] You know, I wouldn't say no to waking up like that every day.
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Oh, you would, yeah? [ he purses his lips, a fair tease in the expression as he peers down at her with something of a judgmental stare. of course, he pairs it with a dramatic hum, eyes squinting, partially to pester her and partially to shield against the sun light drifting past the curtain. ]
Pretty sure I didn't sign up for that wake-up call. Usually a warning ain't so bad.
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You wouldn't? [ It's a tease, of course, as so much of their exchanges tend to be, remarks couched in humor and clever repartee; she fully acknowledges the ridiculousness of her suggestion with a soft curving of her mouth, docking her chin against the side of his chest as he squints in her direction. ]
Oh, well, next time I'll put a reminder on your phone. Make sure you know exactly when and where it'll be coming. Or when you'll be.
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Yeah, sure. Because you're always so great at planning ahead.
[ he might be teasing, or simply calling her out on something they both very much know to be true. ]
I guess I don't mind your surprises all that much.