( the next time. at least he's not alone in thinking that this encounter won't be where it ends. he doesn't it want to end here and while he doesn't know if he's said that to her out loud, he hopes that actions speak louder than words.
she moans and he holds her tighter, giving her back a scratch before laying the flat of his tongue against her now, flicking a look up at her as he does. he pulls away for a second to kiss the spot under her chin before he dips back down again, lips closing around her nipple so he can nip sharply at the sensitive spot to see what kind of reaction that gets from her. )
i mean who wouldn't want to confirm that FACE as offensive as it is
[ every single time before this had always felt like just one more time, like maybe getting it out of their system would satisfy whatever the string had brought them together for. but all it had ever done was create something she was beginning to latch onto more and more, gripping the way she does his head, his shoulder, as if only working to reaffirm something she wants, needs.
but she's given up on trying to cut it short, on denying that she's thought about his mouth, his hands, even when he isn't with her.
and it's always better than the thought, than the memory, better when he reaffirms it himself with his parted lips tending to a sensitive nipple. she curls her fingers in his hair and breathes out his name, low and wanting, as she rounds her hips against him in a firm, slow grind. ]
( he's thought about her. when the string had been present, it was one of the only things he could think of but when it was gone, she still hadn't left his mind. he'd found himself willingly seeking her out just to talk. the physical aspect of...whatever they were doing was good (better than) but just talking to her was something he found himself thinking about too.
and he doesn't know what to do with that.
he's so much better at not talking. he's better at using his mouth for this, to make her feel good and when she grinds down on him, he breathes hotly against her nipple, using the edges of his teeth against her. it's just the barest hint of sharpness, of a sting but he doesn't take it further than that.
it's a slow, gradual build up and though he doesn't know how long he'll be able to maintain that, he likes it right now. he likes feeling her above him, wrapped around him, and letting him take her slowly apart. )
[ it's easier to say that it's just about good sex, but if that were the case, would she have risked herself to stand in front of his gun? would she have bought him a plant to help encourage him that his hands are capable than more than just violence? even now, without the string, she can't exactly say what's encouraged her all this time, what draws her back again and again, only that she hasn't tired of it.
she's better at not thinking about it, at just following her gut and letting things take its course. it's brought her here, after all, perched in his lap as he runs his tongue against her skin, coaxing her to arch against his mouth.
and with the teasing scrap of his teeth, she moans, tightening her fingers to give his hair a tug before she uses that hold to draw his head back, using her free hand to tilt his chin up. ]
C'mere. [ she mutters low, almost a whisper, as she dips her head down, catching his lips with hers for a firm, tender kiss, deeper now as she continues to move her hips. ]
( it's his turn to moan when she grabs his hair and tugs. it's a sharp sting that goes down his spine and straight to his groin. he blinks up at her, taking in her face for a second before she moves to snag his lips with hers.
he leans up closer to her now, arm tightening around her waist even while she moves her hips. it's not tight enough to stop her because he doesn't want her to stop but he can feel them starting to slide away from slow and gradual to something a little more.
and he is more than fine with that. his hand snakes it way up her back so he can drag his nails down while she moves against him, making him stutter out a few breaths against her lips. )
[ she'd almost smile at the sound of his moan, if she hadn't already been left breathless. even with the eagerness to kiss his lips, something deep and intimate, is rendered difficult in the pursuit of her rocking hips. still, she pants steadily against his mouth, his own hot breath brushing against hers, and she splays her fingers against his nape, keeping him consistently close.
the benefit of her leggings is they're just thin enough to feel him, angling her waist to roll down on him at just the right angle, dragging a firm grind to maintain a steady rub. the way her own layers shift against her, she isn't left lacking, feeling for the pooling heat build between her thighs. ]
Amos. [ it's a vibrated sound, muttered directly to his lips, low and almost needy. ]
( it's his name that spurs him into action. it's how he can feel each letter pressed against his lips and how much need and want he can hear in just those four letters.
amos tightens the arm he has around her and twists them, turning until she's on her back and he can cover her with his body, stretching out and letting his weight press her back into the mattress for a moment.
he catches her lips for an urgent, hard kiss before reaching down and hooking his fingers in the waist of those leggings so he can start dragging them down. because they need to come off and she needs to be naked and he needs to feel all of her as soon as he possibly can. )
[ the tightening grip to her waist and the sudden lift of her body is surprising but not unwanted, and she doesn't make a move to fight it off, welcoming the way he twists her body for her to land upon the mattress.
she basks in the coverage of his warmth, her hands rounding over his shoulders and stroking down across his arms before he dips down to snag her lips for a kiss. it's no longer slow and careful as before, but it remains just as intimate, her breath shaking against his mouth before he draws back.
if she weren't in the same boat, she'd almost laugh at the escalation of his impatience as his hands go down to her waistband to begin tugging. but she's just as eager to get the damn thing off, her own thumbs slipping past the hem to hook onto them with him, her hips rising to ease the pull. ]
( it doesn't take the two of them together very long to get her leggings down her legs and off. he tosses them somewhere onto his floor before stroking his hands up her legs now that that barrier was finally gone.
he crawls his way back up her body, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth before moving lower down the slope of her neck, sucking at her pulse just to see how quickly he could leave a nice little mark before descending lower once again until he can mouth at her hip and drag a line of kisses across her stomach.
he teases going lower but doesn't do it just yet mostly because he wants to see how she reacts and to gauge what she's really wanting right now. )
[ she could easily start to feel cold with all her layers removed, but he's already supplying her that heat in the form of his palms, stroking against her skin that she thinks she might be able to get by just on the endless touch of his hands working across her body.
but then his mouth is there too, a teasing kiss pressed to hers before it descends, slanting down against her neck for something firm and intentional; there'll be a mark left there, hinted by the hard suction of his lips, and she'll catch sight of it in a mirror later, smiling a little with a roll of her eyes because it'll trace her right back to this exact moment.
right now, the only thing on her mind is the trail of his kisses, the descent to her belly, and she peers down, seeing how he holds back and she laughs breathlessly, her fingers trailing down to stroke through his hair. ] Don't you dare stop.
( he was kind of already planning on that so guess it's her lucky day. but he doesn't make that descent just yet. he peers up at her, allowing himself to press against the hand she has in her hair because...it feels nice. that's all, that's it. it feels nice to have her hand in his hair and her nails against his scalp )
So, tell me that. Tell me what you want me to do.
( because now he wants to hear it. now, he wants her to say it to him with her hand in his hair and his mouth against her belly, dipping into hr navel and trying not to smirk up at her. )
[ he's a damn tease, because he's so close but he's taunting her, lips hovering low at her belly and tickling the sensitive skin there. even his voice vibrates sensations against him that make her lips quiver in satisfaction, but it's not nearly enough, and with his damn words, he knows it. ]
Shit. [ she mutters, managing a shaky laugh that's both amused and annoyed all at once. she even squeezes his fingers to pull those hair strands a little to get the message across.
but she peers down, something hungry in her gaze as she breathes deeply. ]
I want you to get down there and taste just how wet you get me.
( amos can't help the crooked smile that appears on his face at her sharp order. he's seen her fight and he's felt her fight so he knew she had that in her but hearing it just...it's enough to give him a little jolt.
he thumbs his thumbs against her thighs for a moment before shifting, nudging her legs open so he can move between them and start lowering his head down. before he puts his mouth back on her though, he peers up, that same crooked smile on his face and says: )
Yes, ma'am.
( he makes sure his beard grazes against her thigh just for a second before he presses his tongue against her and then inside of her. he's done this before, just once when they'd been stuck in rapture, but this is the first time in his apartment and there's no more string.
it doesn't matter because he still wants her like this. he curves one hand around her thigh, holding her steady while he presses his tongue deeper inside of her, letting her coat his tongue and lips. )
[ she's shameless in vocalizing the demand, but the real surprise is how she manages to actually get the words out considering how much his mouth has her shuddering, limbs unsteady with the escalation of wanting, almost a little impatient to have him where her body most wants him.
she bends her knees with the parting of her legs, warmth in the brush of his hands against her thighs, inhaling deeply at the tickle of his beard to her skin. but it's when his mouth makes contact that she gives a light gasp, the press of his tongue firm without any teasing as he guides it inside. ]
Fuck. [ it slips out low beneath her breath, because it still feels just as good as it had the first time he did this to her, perhaps even better, which almost surprises her considering how she'd just assumed the string had amplified everything when they were together.
but the string is gone and all she's left with is him, and his hands and his mouth and the aching desire she has for everything he does with them. ]
( that's a good sound, a good word. there's a lot to hear in that word which just means amos isn't going to stop what he's doing. not that he was going to stop even if she'd stayed quiet.
he pulls back a bit, biting gently at the inside of her thigh while encouraging her to hitch a leg over one of his shoulders so he can slip closer and she can dig her heel into his back if she gets worked up.
which he intends to make happen.
he leans back in swiftly enough, pressing his tongue back inside of her and licking at the soft, wet skin there. he stays there for a few long, long seconds, soaking up her taste and smell before moving back and flicking his tongue against her, letting it move over every sensitive spot he's already memorized. )
[ mostly, she gets caught up in the shakiness of her breaths, but she doesn't sacrifice the occasional slip of noises from her throat, gentle moans that fall freely whenever he laps that tongue just right, stroking sensitive flesh that makes her shudder beneath his mouth.
when he encourages the lift of her leg, she abides, hooking it up over his shoulder, as it adds to the spread of her thighs, and she swallows at the sight of him settled so comfortably between them, the way he doesn't hold back from tasting her.
she lost the spar but she feels only unintentional victory in this, earning something she hadn't been certain would even happen again now that they weren't tied by the very thing that originally brought them together in the first place. but with the heat of his mouth, she isn't looking for him to stop, encouraging him more as she slips her fingers against his hair, stroking his scalp as she moans for him again. ]
( this sort of thing hadn't been guaranteed after the string had disappeared. it hadn't been a promise and he knows that things could have gone differently if they both wanted it to. they could have sparred, he would have won and she could have gone home.
except that hadn't happened. and it seems like things like this could keep happening if he doesn't wreck it or ruin it.
at least he can't do anything wrong when he's got his head between her legs. he knows how to do this. he knows how to flick the tip of his tongue against her, rolling it over sensitive areas with an intense focus.
but he makes sure that's not all he does because he doesn't want her getting used to anything. he hums against her, letting the sound vibrate against her before sliding his tongue against and then inside of her once more, pressing as deep as possible before pulling away and doing it again and again.
he holds onto her thighs this time so he can bring her closer to his mouth, unable to get enough of her and how she feels against his mouth and face, how she tastes and how he just wants more. )
[ it's her fault for making that damn massage joke, but if it hadn't been that, it'd probably have been something else, something always leading them here one way or another. even when their clothes don't end up on the floor, they still get entangled in something unintentional; she hasn't forgotten the time she'd convinced him to lay his head upon her lap to let him sleep, or when they'd found enough warmth beneath her sheets to fall asleep.
there's a danger in letting this become too common, too familiar, but it's hard to say no when he knows all the right ways to make it good for her, when she can feel the vibration against her skin when he hums, when he flicks that tongue again and again.
and she likes that it's him, likes that they keep doing this, even if she knows how dangerous it is, how reckless, but she won't think about that aspect of it now, won't pretend that she's actually all that concerned about it.
he has her thinking only of what he does to her, the way her body tenses, arching subconsciously, almost like she wants to grind directly against his mouth. it's beginning to be too much now, the build escalating further with each teasing thrust of his tongue and her heel presses against his back as she mutters, ] Shit — it's close.
( it's dangerous because there's absolutely nothing guaranteed when it comes to this place. hadn't she just come back from three years back home? wasn't he a loose cannon at the best of times? he'd held a gun to her head and threatened to kill her before she'd managed to get through to him.
and yet, here they were after a tumultuous time in rapture and a rough few weeks out. she was in his bed and his head was between her legs and he was thinking about next time. he was thinking about what he could do to her when they met up again at some point.
but that's for later. right now, she's close and he only brings her more roughly against his mouth, sucking at her sharply and rolling his tongue inside of her over and over. all he can taste is her and all he can smell is her. his breathing is loud in his ears and her skin is soft underneath his hands.
he welcomes her grinding, he welcomes her pushing harder against his face. next time, maybe he'll ask if she wants to sit on top of him while she does this but again, next time.
[ the way she sees it, she could disappear from this place again at any time. it's happened to her once, so at this point, she can very well believe it. that, or he could very well blip out of deerington tomorrow too. something like that matches the way she's lived, where there's no place for planning futures, no expectation that anyone's going to last in the long run. it means just making the most of every minute without expecting more, of jumping into something like this to earn that temporary good feeling.
the danger is in thinking about the other things they could do together, in thinking about next times — so why does she keep thinking about it? ]
Amos — [ he doesn't hold back in how he tastes her, mouth firm like it's hungry for her, with a suckling on such sensitive skin that she's left gasping.
she lifts up her hips, careless now in how much she wants him there, how much she'd like to ride his tongue, but as her fingers grip tighter into his hair, she feels it come together tightly in her core, tensing through her limbs; her back arches as she makes a soft strained sound that quickly goes silent, everything left falling away as she comes. ]
( she says his name and he knows she's not going to last much longer after that. he gets a better grip on her legs, tight but not tight enough that she can't move and arch into his mouth.
when she comes, he keeps his mouth working against her, determined to make sure she feels him all the way through it. he flicks his tongue against her and keeps his mouth close while she tenses and writhes and it's enough to make his own blood thrum in his veins.
it's only when he thinks she's starting come down and it's going to get too sensitive for her that he pulls back just enough to give her some space to breathe and time for her body to settle back down on his bed. )
[ she sighs deeply, breaths then exhaled in a steady panting as she shudders against the mattress, her body tingling all over. she's warm throughout all her limbs, satisfaction settled everywhere as she tries to piece herself back together, muscles still trying to find her strength.
but she doesn't ignore him down below, tilting her head in the silence as she continues to try and steady her breathing again. reaching down, she runs her fingers through his hair, curling against the back before she brushes her palm across his cheek.
licking her lips, she manages to crack a small smile. ] Come here and let me see that face of yours.
( amos hums, pressing his head into her hand again before he gets onto his hands and knees and crawls back over her body until he was peering down at her. it's his turn to smile slightly as he takes in her sated, flushed look. )
Hi. How's it look?
( his face that is. because he doesn't know how he looks but he feels pretty good right now. )
[ she's not completely out for the count, but she's going to take advantage of this little breather he's allowing her, giving a light stretch with a hum as she watches him crawl up over her, her smile stretching further the closer he gets.
there's a shine in his lips, dampness in his beard where he'd been tucked tight at the apex of her thighs. she runs her fingers through the strands, thumb stroking across his bottom lip. ]
I'll rate it ... satisfactory. For now. [ she smiles as she leans up, kissing his mouth slowly; her taste is there, but there's still so much that is very him, and it's the mix that warms her further.
fingers stroke down across his center, grazing against his abdomen before she splays them against his hip. ] You can improve it even more by taking your pants off.
Satisfactory for now. ( a laugh slips out at her verdict and he shakes his head while she pushes her fingers through his beard. he's pretty sure it had been a little more than satisfactory but she can have this one especially since she's touching him like she is. )
I can probably do that.
( he doesn't really want to move away from her but he does want to take his pants off so...he'll make the sacrifice. he straightens up, reaching down to undo the buttons and zipper on his pants before he reluctantly has to roll off of her to slide his pants and shorts down and off his legs.
he's back quick enough, settling himself beside her and encouraging her to put that hand back on his hip. )
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she moans and he holds her tighter, giving her back a scratch before laying the flat of his tongue against her now, flicking a look up at her as he does. he pulls away for a second to kiss the spot under her chin before he dips back down again, lips closing around her nipple so he can nip sharply at the sensitive spot to see what kind of reaction that gets from her. )
i mean who wouldn't want to confirm that FACE as offensive as it is
but she's given up on trying to cut it short, on denying that she's thought about his mouth, his hands, even when he isn't with her.
and it's always better than the thought, than the memory, better when he reaffirms it himself with his parted lips tending to a sensitive nipple. she curls her fingers in his hair and breathes out his name, low and wanting, as she rounds her hips against him in a firm, slow grind. ]
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and he doesn't know what to do with that.
he's so much better at not talking. he's better at using his mouth for this, to make her feel good and when she grinds down on him, he breathes hotly against her nipple, using the edges of his teeth against her. it's just the barest hint of sharpness, of a sting but he doesn't take it further than that.
it's a slow, gradual build up and though he doesn't know how long he'll be able to maintain that, he likes it right now. he likes feeling her above him, wrapped around him, and letting him take her slowly apart. )
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she's better at not thinking about it, at just following her gut and letting things take its course. it's brought her here, after all, perched in his lap as he runs his tongue against her skin, coaxing her to arch against his mouth.
and with the teasing scrap of his teeth, she moans, tightening her fingers to give his hair a tug before she uses that hold to draw his head back, using her free hand to tilt his chin up. ]
C'mere. [ she mutters low, almost a whisper, as she dips her head down, catching his lips with hers for a firm, tender kiss, deeper now as she continues to move her hips. ]
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he leans up closer to her now, arm tightening around her waist even while she moves her hips. it's not tight enough to stop her because he doesn't want her to stop but he can feel them starting to slide away from slow and gradual to something a little more.
and he is more than fine with that. his hand snakes it way up her back so he can drag his nails down while she moves against him, making him stutter out a few breaths against her lips. )
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the benefit of her leggings is they're just thin enough to feel him, angling her waist to roll down on him at just the right angle, dragging a firm grind to maintain a steady rub. the way her own layers shift against her, she isn't left lacking, feeling for the pooling heat build between her thighs. ]
Amos. [ it's a vibrated sound, muttered directly to his lips, low and almost needy. ]
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amos tightens the arm he has around her and twists them, turning until she's on her back and he can cover her with his body, stretching out and letting his weight press her back into the mattress for a moment.
he catches her lips for an urgent, hard kiss before reaching down and hooking his fingers in the waist of those leggings so he can start dragging them down. because they need to come off and she needs to be naked and he needs to feel all of her as soon as he possibly can. )
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she basks in the coverage of his warmth, her hands rounding over his shoulders and stroking down across his arms before he dips down to snag her lips for a kiss. it's no longer slow and careful as before, but it remains just as intimate, her breath shaking against his mouth before he draws back.
if she weren't in the same boat, she'd almost laugh at the escalation of his impatience as his hands go down to her waistband to begin tugging. but she's just as eager to get the damn thing off, her own thumbs slipping past the hem to hook onto them with him, her hips rising to ease the pull. ]
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he crawls his way back up her body, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth before moving lower down the slope of her neck, sucking at her pulse just to see how quickly he could leave a nice little mark before descending lower once again until he can mouth at her hip and drag a line of kisses across her stomach.
he teases going lower but doesn't do it just yet mostly because he wants to see how she reacts and to gauge what she's really wanting right now. )
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but then his mouth is there too, a teasing kiss pressed to hers before it descends, slanting down against her neck for something firm and intentional; there'll be a mark left there, hinted by the hard suction of his lips, and she'll catch sight of it in a mirror later, smiling a little with a roll of her eyes because it'll trace her right back to this exact moment.
right now, the only thing on her mind is the trail of his kisses, the descent to her belly, and she peers down, seeing how he holds back and she laughs breathlessly, her fingers trailing down to stroke through his hair. ] Don't you dare stop.
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( he was kind of already planning on that so guess it's her lucky day. but he doesn't make that descent just yet. he peers up at her, allowing himself to press against the hand she has in her hair because...it feels nice. that's all, that's it. it feels nice to have her hand in his hair and her nails against his scalp )
So, tell me that. Tell me what you want me to do.
( because now he wants to hear it. now, he wants her to say it to him with her hand in his hair and his mouth against her belly, dipping into hr navel and trying not to smirk up at her. )
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Shit. [ she mutters, managing a shaky laugh that's both amused and annoyed all at once. she even squeezes his fingers to pull those hair strands a little to get the message across.
but she peers down, something hungry in her gaze as she breathes deeply. ]
I want you to get down there and taste just how wet you get me.
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he thumbs his thumbs against her thighs for a moment before shifting, nudging her legs open so he can move between them and start lowering his head down. before he puts his mouth back on her though, he peers up, that same crooked smile on his face and says: )
Yes, ma'am.
( he makes sure his beard grazes against her thigh just for a second before he presses his tongue against her and then inside of her. he's done this before, just once when they'd been stuck in rapture, but this is the first time in his apartment and there's no more string.
it doesn't matter because he still wants her like this. he curves one hand around her thigh, holding her steady while he presses his tongue deeper inside of her, letting her coat his tongue and lips. )
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she bends her knees with the parting of her legs, warmth in the brush of his hands against her thighs, inhaling deeply at the tickle of his beard to her skin. but it's when his mouth makes contact that she gives a light gasp, the press of his tongue firm without any teasing as he guides it inside. ]
Fuck. [ it slips out low beneath her breath, because it still feels just as good as it had the first time he did this to her, perhaps even better, which almost surprises her considering how she'd just assumed the string had amplified everything when they were together.
but the string is gone and all she's left with is him, and his hands and his mouth and the aching desire she has for everything he does with them. ]
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he pulls back a bit, biting gently at the inside of her thigh while encouraging her to hitch a leg over one of his shoulders so he can slip closer and she can dig her heel into his back if she gets worked up.
which he intends to make happen.
he leans back in swiftly enough, pressing his tongue back inside of her and licking at the soft, wet skin there. he stays there for a few long, long seconds, soaking up her taste and smell before moving back and flicking his tongue against her, letting it move over every sensitive spot he's already memorized. )
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when he encourages the lift of her leg, she abides, hooking it up over his shoulder, as it adds to the spread of her thighs, and she swallows at the sight of him settled so comfortably between them, the way he doesn't hold back from tasting her.
she lost the spar but she feels only unintentional victory in this, earning something she hadn't been certain would even happen again now that they weren't tied by the very thing that originally brought them together in the first place. but with the heat of his mouth, she isn't looking for him to stop, encouraging him more as she slips her fingers against his hair, stroking his scalp as she moans for him again. ]
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except that hadn't happened. and it seems like things like this could keep happening if he doesn't wreck it or ruin it.
at least he can't do anything wrong when he's got his head between her legs. he knows how to do this. he knows how to flick the tip of his tongue against her, rolling it over sensitive areas with an intense focus.
but he makes sure that's not all he does because he doesn't want her getting used to anything. he hums against her, letting the sound vibrate against her before sliding his tongue against and then inside of her once more, pressing as deep as possible before pulling away and doing it again and again.
he holds onto her thighs this time so he can bring her closer to his mouth, unable to get enough of her and how she feels against his mouth and face, how she tastes and how he just wants more. )
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there's a danger in letting this become too common, too familiar, but it's hard to say no when he knows all the right ways to make it good for her, when she can feel the vibration against her skin when he hums, when he flicks that tongue again and again.
and she likes that it's him, likes that they keep doing this, even if she knows how dangerous it is, how reckless, but she won't think about that aspect of it now, won't pretend that she's actually all that concerned about it.
he has her thinking only of what he does to her, the way her body tenses, arching subconsciously, almost like she wants to grind directly against his mouth. it's beginning to be too much now, the build escalating further with each teasing thrust of his tongue and her heel presses against his back as she mutters, ] Shit — it's close.
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and yet, here they were after a tumultuous time in rapture and a rough few weeks out. she was in his bed and his head was between her legs and he was thinking about next time. he was thinking about what he could do to her when they met up again at some point.
but that's for later. right now, she's close and he only brings her more roughly against his mouth, sucking at her sharply and rolling his tongue inside of her over and over. all he can taste is her and all he can smell is her. his breathing is loud in his ears and her skin is soft underneath his hands.
he welcomes her grinding, he welcomes her pushing harder against his face. next time, maybe he'll ask if she wants to sit on top of him while she does this but again, next time.
is it already familiar? or not yet? )
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the danger is in thinking about the other things they could do together, in thinking about next times — so why does she keep thinking about it? ]
Amos — [ he doesn't hold back in how he tastes her, mouth firm like it's hungry for her, with a suckling on such sensitive skin that she's left gasping.
she lifts up her hips, careless now in how much she wants him there, how much she'd like to ride his tongue, but as her fingers grip tighter into his hair, she feels it come together tightly in her core, tensing through her limbs; her back arches as she makes a soft strained sound that quickly goes silent, everything left falling away as she comes. ]
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when she comes, he keeps his mouth working against her, determined to make sure she feels him all the way through it. he flicks his tongue against her and keeps his mouth close while she tenses and writhes and it's enough to make his own blood thrum in his veins.
it's only when he thinks she's starting come down and it's going to get too sensitive for her that he pulls back just enough to give her some space to breathe and time for her body to settle back down on his bed. )
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but she doesn't ignore him down below, tilting her head in the silence as she continues to try and steady her breathing again. reaching down, she runs her fingers through his hair, curling against the back before she brushes her palm across his cheek.
licking her lips, she manages to crack a small smile. ] Come here and let me see that face of yours.
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Hi. How's it look?
( his face that is. because he doesn't know how he looks but he feels pretty good right now. )
Good? Bad? Needs improvement?
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there's a shine in his lips, dampness in his beard where he'd been tucked tight at the apex of her thighs. she runs her fingers through the strands, thumb stroking across his bottom lip. ]
I'll rate it ... satisfactory. For now. [ she smiles as she leans up, kissing his mouth slowly; her taste is there, but there's still so much that is very him, and it's the mix that warms her further.
fingers stroke down across his center, grazing against his abdomen before she splays them against his hip. ] You can improve it even more by taking your pants off.
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I can probably do that.
( he doesn't really want to move away from her but he does want to take his pants off so...he'll make the sacrifice. he straightens up, reaching down to undo the buttons and zipper on his pants before he reluctantly has to roll off of her to slide his pants and shorts down and off his legs.
he's back quick enough, settling himself beside her and encouraging her to put that hand back on his hip. )
And now?
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