( no, she's right, he can. he's not much of tease but he can when properly motivated and relaxed enough. guess a good spar and some quiet conversation put him into that headspace.
he waits for a second longer before he finally does dip down enough that his lips slide against hers, warm and wet, and for once, he doesn't immediately press to make it something deeper and harder
he takes one of his hands away from her waist to curve against her cheek and jaw, cradling her face while he kisses her. )
[ he always talks of not being gentle, and though this is the very same guy that's responsible for making her limbs ache from sparring, somehow he shows softness in those calloused fingers that touch her cheek, encouragement in the hold that makes her tilt her head up to meet his lips that descend onto hers.
it had all started with a kind of desperation, back down in rapture, when she'd gripped him hard by the shirt and pulled him in against her, like she was eager in using him to forcefully forget everything that was dragging her down. now, it comes with no effort, a soft kiss enough for him to wash over her completely.
she doesn't press for more so soon, but she's content to keep him there, keep his mouth on hers, slow but tender, as her fingers fall to his hip, clutching firmly at the muscle. ]
( there's no string connecting them anymore but it appears the damage (though it's not really damage at all) has been done. he'd told himself for awhile that it was just the string drawing him to her and now he knows the truth:
it's her drawing him to her. that's why he likes her. maybe the string had helped but it hadn't been the whole entire reason. if it had just been the string, she wouldn't be here right now.
amos settles himself beside her on his side, reaching for one of her hips to pull her closer to him, sliding one leg between the two of hers to give her more space to tuck up against him while he kisses her. )
[ she'd been a little scared about what it would mean when the string disappeared — if somehow the feelings that had come with it would simply go away or, even worse, if they didn't. truthfully, she hadn't even noticed when it was finally gone, when she'd become distracted making plans with him, slipping into his apartment for something that, on the surface, wasn't meant to mean anything at all.
there's no red thread wrapped around their fingers and yet they still seek one another out, and when he settles on his side and coaxes her closer, she does so without resistance, hoisting her thigh upon his as she curves her body in against his.
his skin is bare and she can feel the warmth of him radiating from it; her fingers brace along his arm, curling along his shoulder, reminded of the strength of him that feels far safer than it possibly should.
because despite the dark corners of him that she's caught a glimpse of, she's seen the other side too, the one that shows now when he kisses her the way he does, and without the string to tell her one way or another anymore, she isn't holding back from embracing it. ]
( he thinks it would have been easy to chalk up their time together as an influence of this town. they could have talked, made the decision, gone their separate ways and only seen each other in passing.
he doesn't know why they hadn't done that. instead, the string had disappeared and they'd carried on as if it was still there. she bought him a plant, he invited her over for a sparring lesson that turned into a massage. he voluntarily told her about some things from his past and he learned a little about her.
the string had disappeared and he'd invited her into his bed and found himself tangled up with her again with no string needed. she touches him and he shivers and wants more. he pulls his lips away from hers so he can mouth at the line of her jaw and move lower, nosing against the pulse in her throat before licking a stripe down to her shoulder and then back up again until he finds her lips with his. )
[ he draws back to trail his lips lower, and she can feel the heat of his breath where it wanders, the tickle of his beard brushing against her skin where she shivers at the sensation of him there. her heart beats faster now, active and alive at feeling him so close, at his mouth warm and wet at her skin, and she sighs when it returns to her lips, a little hungrier now to taste him.
it's the string's fault, she'd say, again and again, like that'd make it easier to excuse every kiss, every touch, to explain away why she wanted it like she did. but her scapegoat has disappeared and all that she's left with is the return of all of this, of something more addictive than she'll ever want to admit.
slowly, she nudges her body further against him, coaxing him to turn onto his back as she brings her knee along the other side of his thigh, leveling herself to straddle atop of him. ]
( she pushes and he moves willingly, shifting onto his back so she's able to situate herself on top of him. his hands move from her waist down to her thighs now, resting there lightly while she gets herself comfortable.
her weight's a comfortable, warm thing and, he has to admit now, an almost familiar thing. it hasn't been that long since that first desperate time in rapture but it's been long enough that he knows what her weight against him feel like and how her hair can tickle his face when she leans over him. )
Do you believe me yet?
( he manages to murmur the words against her mouth, voice a rough whisper. she'd asked him to show her that he liked her. he's just making sure she knows now or if there's still any confusion. )
[ she smiles against his lips, still brushing their mouths together in feel of that inevitable heat. ]
Maybe.
[ he's proven himself plenty enough for her to believe it, but it won't cease the teasing, teeth nipping against his lips with a satisfied sigh, before she draws back, straightening to sit upon his lap. her fingers trail down slow against his chest, mapping out lines she's come to admire, not only for the strength but for how it hints of what he's had to endure.
survivors, they've both called themselves, but it's more than that. at least, it feels like it can be.
she draws her hands back to bring her fingers to the bottom of her sports bra, giving it a pull to tug it off free over her head, red hair falling against her shoulders, her skin rendered bare. ]
( maybe. his lips pull into a smile against hers, exhaling an unsteady breath when she bites at his lips. he shifts underneath her, dragging his nails against her thighs when she sits up.
the sight of her above him like that, perched in his lap and starting to pull off her clothes is definitely one that amos could get used to. he stays still while she does, taking in all the newly exposed skin, the way her hair falls down her shoulders and the way his body jolts a little when she does all that so easily.
after a moment to admire the sight above him, he sits up a little, winding an arm around her waist so he can drop his head down to her chest and press his lips against her skin, trailing across the spot above her heart and then moving a little lower towards her breast now. )
[ addy sits up as he wraps his arm around her, steadies her above him as he reels in closer. she shivers, but it's from warmth rather than any cold, and from the placement of his mouth against her heart, as if it leaves her more exposed than even naked skin can do.
she cradles an arm behind him, holding him at his shoulder as the other slips in through his hair. it's longer now than it was when they'd met, like he'd barely put any effort into maintaining any of it at all, likely from lack of interest or care based on what she knows of him. but she likes it, the longer strands that she can comb her fingers through, even snag a little to hold him against her.
his beard is growing too, and she can feel the tickle of it brushing to her skin as he descends along her chest, lips moving to her breast. she doesn't quite moan, holding back still, but there's a soft noise of encouragement in her throat, welcoming that trail of kisses. ]
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i appreciate you making floofy hair and longer beard canon for me lmfao (no really, i do!)
( the only reason he notices that his hair's getting longer is that he feels her thread her fingers through it and snag it just enough to know that wouldn't have been possible a few weeks ago. he hadn't been planning on getting any kind of haircut but this just drives it home.
he'll let it grow a bit.
being this close to her means he can hear every sound she makes. he can hear when he inhales, when she makes that encouraging sound, when her leg moves against his sheets or her nails brush against the back of his shoulder. all of his focus narrows to this spot, this room and her and everything else falls away.
he splays a hand out against the small of her back while his mouth runs across the curve of her breast, dragging his lips across the soft, soft skin there before he flicks his tongue against her nipple, memorizing the taste of her. )
[ she won't protest to the increasing length of his hair, either stretching from his scalp or curling from his chin, easy places for her to grab a hold whenever he has his mouth on her like this, especially the next time he ever happens to trail lower, settling between her thighs where she can encourage with clenching fingers as he laps his tongue against her.
he teases her with the same sensation now, a flick of that wet muscle to her skin coaxing her to breathe sharply; her moan is fairly quiet, but it's almost a bit loud anyway because of the surrounding silence, as if it makes it all the more evident that it's only them in this room, and every noise, every moan, that escapes her is meant only for him.
there's nothing rushed about this, despite his wandering mouth, and though she shakes a little, she isn't against his careful pace, hardly minding if he takes his time with her. ]
i absolutely did i just appreciate the support LMFAO
( 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. )
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( no, she's right, he can. he's not much of tease but he can when properly motivated and relaxed enough. guess a good spar and some quiet conversation put him into that headspace.
he waits for a second longer before he finally does dip down enough that his lips slide against hers, warm and wet, and for once, he doesn't immediately press to make it something deeper and harder
he takes one of his hands away from her waist to curve against her cheek and jaw, cradling her face while he kisses her. )
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it had all started with a kind of desperation, back down in rapture, when she'd gripped him hard by the shirt and pulled him in against her, like she was eager in using him to forcefully forget everything that was dragging her down. now, it comes with no effort, a soft kiss enough for him to wash over her completely.
she doesn't press for more so soon, but she's content to keep him there, keep his mouth on hers, slow but tender, as her fingers fall to his hip, clutching firmly at the muscle. ]
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it's her drawing him to her. that's why he likes her. maybe the string had helped but it hadn't been the whole entire reason. if it had just been the string, she wouldn't be here right now.
amos settles himself beside her on his side, reaching for one of her hips to pull her closer to him, sliding one leg between the two of hers to give her more space to tuck up against him while he kisses her. )
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there's no red thread wrapped around their fingers and yet they still seek one another out, and when he settles on his side and coaxes her closer, she does so without resistance, hoisting her thigh upon his as she curves her body in against his.
his skin is bare and she can feel the warmth of him radiating from it; her fingers brace along his arm, curling along his shoulder, reminded of the strength of him that feels far safer than it possibly should.
because despite the dark corners of him that she's caught a glimpse of, she's seen the other side too, the one that shows now when he kisses her the way he does, and without the string to tell her one way or another anymore, she isn't holding back from embracing it. ]
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he doesn't know why they hadn't done that. instead, the string had disappeared and they'd carried on as if it was still there. she bought him a plant, he invited her over for a sparring lesson that turned into a massage. he voluntarily told her about some things from his past and he learned a little about her.
the string had disappeared and he'd invited her into his bed and found himself tangled up with her again with no string needed. she touches him and he shivers and wants more. he pulls his lips away from hers so he can mouth at the line of her jaw and move lower, nosing against the pulse in her throat before licking a stripe down to her shoulder and then back up again until he finds her lips with his. )
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it's the string's fault, she'd say, again and again, like that'd make it easier to excuse every kiss, every touch, to explain away why she wanted it like she did. but her scapegoat has disappeared and all that she's left with is the return of all of this, of something more addictive than she'll ever want to admit.
slowly, she nudges her body further against him, coaxing him to turn onto his back as she brings her knee along the other side of his thigh, leveling herself to straddle atop of him. ]
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her weight's a comfortable, warm thing and, he has to admit now, an almost familiar thing. it hasn't been that long since that first desperate time in rapture but it's been long enough that he knows what her weight against him feel like and how her hair can tickle his face when she leans over him. )
Do you believe me yet?
( he manages to murmur the words against her mouth, voice a rough whisper. she'd asked him to show her that he liked her. he's just making sure she knows now or if there's still any confusion. )
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Maybe.
[ he's proven himself plenty enough for her to believe it, but it won't cease the teasing, teeth nipping against his lips with a satisfied sigh, before she draws back, straightening to sit upon his lap. her fingers trail down slow against his chest, mapping out lines she's come to admire, not only for the strength but for how it hints of what he's had to endure.
survivors, they've both called themselves, but it's more than that. at least, it feels like it can be.
she draws her hands back to bring her fingers to the bottom of her sports bra, giving it a pull to tug it off free over her head, red hair falling against her shoulders, her skin rendered bare. ]
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the sight of her above him like that, perched in his lap and starting to pull off her clothes is definitely one that amos could get used to. he stays still while she does, taking in all the newly exposed skin, the way her hair falls down her shoulders and the way his body jolts a little when she does all that so easily.
after a moment to admire the sight above him, he sits up a little, winding an arm around her waist so he can drop his head down to her chest and press his lips against her skin, trailing across the spot above her heart and then moving a little lower towards her breast now. )
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she cradles an arm behind him, holding him at his shoulder as the other slips in through his hair. it's longer now than it was when they'd met, like he'd barely put any effort into maintaining any of it at all, likely from lack of interest or care based on what she knows of him. but she likes it, the longer strands that she can comb her fingers through, even snag a little to hold him against her.
his beard is growing too, and she can feel the tickle of it brushing to her skin as he descends along her chest, lips moving to her breast. she doesn't quite moan, holding back still, but there's a soft noise of encouragement in her throat, welcoming that trail of kisses. ]
i appreciate you making floofy hair and longer beard canon for me lmfao (no really, i do!)
he'll let it grow a bit.
being this close to her means he can hear every sound she makes. he can hear when he inhales, when she makes that encouraging sound, when her leg moves against his sheets or her nails brush against the back of his shoulder. all of his focus narrows to this spot, this room and her and everything else falls away.
he splays a hand out against the small of her back while his mouth runs across the curve of her breast, dragging his lips across the soft, soft skin there before he flicks his tongue against her nipple, memorizing the taste of her. )
LMAO you said it was growing!!
he teases her with the same sensation now, a flick of that wet muscle to her skin coaxing her to breathe sharply; her moan is fairly quiet, but it's almost a bit loud anyway because of the surrounding silence, as if it makes it all the more evident that it's only them in this room, and every noise, every moan, that escapes her is meant only for him.
there's nothing rushed about this, despite his wandering mouth, and though she shakes a little, she isn't against his careful pace, hardly minding if he takes his time with her. ]
i absolutely did i just appreciate the support LMFAO
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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