( 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. )
[ she doesn't shy away from watching him get undressed, the same way he often does to her; she's getting more strength back in her limbs and rises a little, holding herself up on her elbows as she looks him over, humming with a smile as he settles back next to her.
her fingers dance across his hip, kneading a little to feel the muscle, dragging a tease of that touch across his pelvic line without drifting lower. ]
And now — [ her hand raises to his chest, pushing enough to urge him to lay on his back again, her leg hoisting over to return to his lap as before, only this time, there aren't any layers to separate the connection of their skin, her thighs pressed tight to his.
her fingers curl around his length, stroking slowly as she looks him over from above. ] And now you tell me what you want. [ because she wants to hear it in his voice, the way he'd made her. ]
( turnabout is fair play, isn't it? amos shifts easily onto his back, watching her settle atop him once again but this time, she's naked and he's naked and everything that had felt good before feels even better now.
for a moment, he allows himself to just take her in, bare and in control, with one hand wrapped around him while he shifts and squirms just slightly underneath her. it's another familiar sight, her without her clothes. his eyes skim over her, taking in the various scars with origins that he doesn't know and the tattoos that he's brushed his fingers over and heard a little about. he looks, even reaching up to drag his fingers over one or two of those scars before settling them down against her thighs.
it hadn't taken much to get him excited while he'd been getting her off and that's something she's getting to see right here and now.
he can't help the quiet, rough laugh that escapes at her words. of course she wants to hear what he wants. of course. )
I want you.
( did she think he was going to make it that easy on her? she'd given him a an answer straight off but he's not going to do that. not yet, at least. but he would because he does want something even if the answer he just gave her isn't a lie. )
[ she's got him in her hand, but he still manages to make her shiver, his fingers exploring old scars, mostly from entanglements with trouble — less zombie, more human. some of the darker ones are from her fall from the cliff, when she'd lost her eye, healed over time but still slightly sensitive to touch. she's got a war for her life written all over in scar tissue but she feels plenty alive when he touches her, looks at her, the way that he does.
but she smiles a little at his laugh, something deep in his throat, but honest even the strain of it; he's always got a damn stern look in his eye that she can't get enough of the sound when she catches it.
his answer makes her take a deep breath, like she knows she should have predicted it but somehow still feels hotter in her skin from hearing it. ]
You want me? [ she tilts her hips forward, and though she doesn't press him in, she does brush her folds against his length, a teasing grind that makes her gasp a little from how sensitive she still is. ]
Like this? [ she has to fight back a moan, trying to keep her composure as she peers down at him, one hand keeping him nestled to her as she rocks her hips, the other gripping a little across his chest. ] Or do you want more?
( amos makes a sound low in his throat when she rocks against him, nestling him right between her legs where he can feel how wet and hot she still. his fingers dig into her thighs a little harder, making small indents with his nails.
another laugh slips out, rasping and strained, and he looks down his body at how rolls her hips over him. he presses his head back into the pillow, blinking up at the ceiling before looking back at her, eyes glazed and mouth tipping open. )
More? What's more?
( what more could she give him that he wasn't getting right now. he knows that he doesn't even need to be inside of her to come when he's this flush with want and need and desire. this has been gradually stirring between them all night and now that it's here, he feels close to coming apart. )
God, you're so fucking — ( she's so something. he's never going to be good at expressing himself with words but she has the ability to both make him want her so badly he can taste while at the same time relaxing him enough that he falls asleep on her.
[ if there's intent to torment him, she definitely does it to herself in turn, the frictionless strokes of him that work against her keeping her slick and needy as she rolls her hips forward. he calls out that incomplete swear and she'd almost laugh in response if she weren't so caught up in a lasting moan, lips quivering from the pleasure of it. ]
Uh huh, I know — [ she manages to reply breathlessly, barely huffing out a weak chuckle. this would be more than enough to get off on, again in her case, but it doesn't stop her from tilting up her hips, angling him inside of her, wanting to feel him there.
she holds her breath with the slide, wet enough to make it easy, stilling when she's fully seated atop him. ]
Fuck, fuck — [ she's still sensitive, still a shudder of limbs, but she peers down at him, fingers stroking against his neck as her other hand braces firm against his chest, gradually beginning to ride him in earnest. ]
( amos thinks she's going to try and taunt him a little, tease him with the thought of being inside of her but not giving it to him until he begged or pleaded or asked nicely. but he's really goddamn grateful she doesn't do that and just gives them both what they want.
as soon as she starts to slide down on him, his back arches off the bed, aiding in getting him deeper inside of her. he holds onto her hips, keeping her steady and keeping himself still so he doesn't try anything too quick.
when he presses in as far as he can go, he mutters a string of sharp, rough words that are capped by a moan of her name. he has to take several quick breaths before he manages to gain a little control back.
that's when he can open his eyes and see her atop him and that's when he can feel the hot spots that her hands create on his body an that's when he doesn't stop and just covers the hand she has on his chest with his, moving it just a bit so it's pressing over his heart and she'll be able to feel the rapid thump thump thump when she starts moving.
there's an urge to close his eyes but he doesn't. he keeps them on her steadily, wanting to memorize the rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin flushes, the way her hair moves across her shoulders, everything he can. he wants to commit it all to memory just in case.
[ there's always going to be room for teasing, and if they were still several steps back, she might have prolonged this a little more, but it's all escalated enough that it only seems ridiculous to withhold it, especially when he's had his mouth on her and made her come once already while they've been on this bed. now, this is for both of them, to chase what they both want, without bothering to deny it.
it always feels different each time they do this, and now more than before, it feels far more exposed, far more vulnerable. she can feel his eyes on her, burning over her body, on her, and the heat of it keeps her flush, almost as much as everything else does.
but it isn't just her who seems so seen; he aligns her hand to press firmly over his heart, the frantic beat of it vibrating against her palm, and while it only makes logical sense for his pulse to have that pace, it feels so much more personal when he's the one holding her there.
this doesn't mean anything, this doesn't mean anything, she tries to tell herself, but she's quickly running out of all of her excuses.
she moans his name again, part of it on instinct, and part of it in wanting him to hear it on her lips, for him to know that there's nothing else right now except for him, only him and her on this bed as she begins to move faster, rocking her hips harder against him, panting steadily on every thrust. ]
( he's going to hear the echo of his name said in her voice in his sleep. he's going to hear it while he's awake too, working or eating or something and it's going to give him a jolt that he won't really be able to explain to anyone let alone himself.
but he has little time to think about why that is when she starts moving faster, thrusting down onto him harder, rougher until his breath comes in great, gulping gasps and all he can really do is hold onto her hand and rake his nails down her hip to encourage her.
he's not going to break, he's not going to come apart and everything about this is doing it for him. he still hasn't closed his eyes and he doesn't think he will because he wants to see every reaction she has to this, to him. he wants to watch her come undone one more time even as she takes him apart with each press of her hips. he knows that he might not be able to see it this time, not if he ends up coming apart first but he's trying.
her name falls from his lips, an exhaled moan of pleasure and want, and he arches his hips up to meet her on one thrust, trying to seat himself deeper, harder inside of her. )
[ she's going to be so damn sore in her limbs, the initial spar already taking it well out of her, but there's enough motivation here to keep her moving, to pursue that insistent rocking that brings them together again and again.
it's not like she's had this in a while either, not something this intimate, not before him, not when it's almost impossible to ever even consider stripping down every layer of clothing and finding a bed that's both clean and comfortable. but it isn't just the bed that does it for her, not when his hands reach out to hold her, when he keeps his eyes on her through it; she'd kiss him right now too, if it didn't mean sacrificing this motion, already so close to that peak.
her movements are already staggering, too shaky to keep a consistent rhythm, and when he thrusts up, arching in deeply, she knows she's done for, a second wave striking right through her as she gasps, lips moving to mouth his name but barely echoing a sound.
her eye shuts tight, fingers curling to scratch hard at his skin, fighting through her climax to keep moving on him as her entire body shudders through it. ]
( just as he's going to remember how his name sounds when she's so caught up in her own pleasure, she can't even speak, he's going to remember how she looks when she comes around him, mouth trying to form words but being unable to do so.
he watches her even while she keeps riding him, even while he can feel his own release right there and because he's so caught up in her, he doesn't feel it coming so it surprises the breath out of him when he comes. he moans loudly, gripping onto her hips to keep himself buried deep for a few long, long seconds.
he shudders and mumbles her name a few times, intermingled with swear words and other nonsensical sounds. it feels like it goes on for a long time but he eventually starts to settle though he doesn't let go of her. his breathing is still erratic and rapid, heart beating quickly, something she'll be able to feel since her hand is right there. )
Fuck me.
( yeah, that's about all he's got right now. the words are thick and slow but at least he can speak. )
[ she's not sure how she manages, keeping herself seated upright above him as her entire body shudders, feeling the electric pulse when he holds her down as he comes, her own climax seeming to stretch out into something so prolonged that she can't even tell when it actually starts and ends.
when she does finally catch her breath, it's with a heavy panting like she'd just ran for miles, and with the way sparring had somehow transformed into getting off twice, she might as well have — only it feels pretty fucking incredible. ]
Pretty sure I just did. [ she manages to reply to him, turning it literal with a breathless laugh as her lips stretch into a satisfied smile. she can feel herself sinking, weight seated fully on his body, every slight movement brushing that overly sensitive skin where they're still joined.
eventually, she slumps forward, laying herself across his chest, head turned with her ear to his heart, louder now than it'd been when she'd felt the thumps against her palm. ] I'm never moving again. I don't think my body could take it.
( she'd fucked him and it had been really fucking good. for a few seconds, there's just the sound of their harsh panting filling the room. amos blinks a few times to clear his head and feels more than sees her starting to crumple down on top of him.
he waits until she's situated herself comfortably before he moves his own arms, tucking one underneath his pillow and dragging his fingertips up and down her back with the other.
her skin's hot underneath his touch and he's sure his feels just the same. he blows out a slow breath and then laughs low at her words. )
I win again. ( or maybe they both won this time. ) You can stay, you know.
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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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her fingers dance across his hip, kneading a little to feel the muscle, dragging a tease of that touch across his pelvic line without drifting lower. ]
And now — [ her hand raises to his chest, pushing enough to urge him to lay on his back again, her leg hoisting over to return to his lap as before, only this time, there aren't any layers to separate the connection of their skin, her thighs pressed tight to his.
her fingers curl around his length, stroking slowly as she looks him over from above. ] And now you tell me what you want. [ because she wants to hear it in his voice, the way he'd made her. ]
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for a moment, he allows himself to just take her in, bare and in control, with one hand wrapped around him while he shifts and squirms just slightly underneath her. it's another familiar sight, her without her clothes. his eyes skim over her, taking in the various scars with origins that he doesn't know and the tattoos that he's brushed his fingers over and heard a little about. he looks, even reaching up to drag his fingers over one or two of those scars before settling them down against her thighs.
it hadn't taken much to get him excited while he'd been getting her off and that's something she's getting to see right here and now.
he can't help the quiet, rough laugh that escapes at her words. of course she wants to hear what he wants. of course. )
I want you.
( did she think he was going to make it that easy on her? she'd given him a an answer straight off but he's not going to do that. not yet, at least. but he would because he does want something even if the answer he just gave her isn't a lie. )
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but she smiles a little at his laugh, something deep in his throat, but honest even the strain of it; he's always got a damn stern look in his eye that she can't get enough of the sound when she catches it.
his answer makes her take a deep breath, like she knows she should have predicted it but somehow still feels hotter in her skin from hearing it. ]
You want me? [ she tilts her hips forward, and though she doesn't press him in, she does brush her folds against his length, a teasing grind that makes her gasp a little from how sensitive she still is. ]
Like this? [ she has to fight back a moan, trying to keep her composure as she peers down at him, one hand keeping him nestled to her as she rocks her hips, the other gripping a little across his chest. ] Or do you want more?
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another laugh slips out, rasping and strained, and he looks down his body at how rolls her hips over him. he presses his head back into the pillow, blinking up at the ceiling before looking back at her, eyes glazed and mouth tipping open. )
More? What's more?
( what more could she give him that he wasn't getting right now. he knows that he doesn't even need to be inside of her to come when he's this flush with want and need and desire. this has been gradually stirring between them all night and now that it's here, he feels close to coming apart. )
God, you're so fucking — ( she's so something. he's never going to be good at expressing himself with words but she has the ability to both make him want her so badly he can taste while at the same time relaxing him enough that he falls asleep on her.
it's...nothing. nothing at all. )
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Uh huh, I know — [ she manages to reply breathlessly, barely huffing out a weak chuckle. this would be more than enough to get off on, again in her case, but it doesn't stop her from tilting up her hips, angling him inside of her, wanting to feel him there.
she holds her breath with the slide, wet enough to make it easy, stilling when she's fully seated atop him. ]
Fuck, fuck — [ she's still sensitive, still a shudder of limbs, but she peers down at him, fingers stroking against his neck as her other hand braces firm against his chest, gradually beginning to ride him in earnest. ]
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as soon as she starts to slide down on him, his back arches off the bed, aiding in getting him deeper inside of her. he holds onto her hips, keeping her steady and keeping himself still so he doesn't try anything too quick.
when he presses in as far as he can go, he mutters a string of sharp, rough words that are capped by a moan of her name. he has to take several quick breaths before he manages to gain a little control back.
that's when he can open his eyes and see her atop him and that's when he can feel the hot spots that her hands create on his body an that's when he doesn't stop and just covers the hand she has on his chest with his, moving it just a bit so it's pressing over his heart and she'll be able to feel the rapid thump thump thump when she starts moving.
there's an urge to close his eyes but he doesn't. he keeps them on her steadily, wanting to memorize the rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin flushes, the way her hair moves across her shoulders, everything he can. he wants to commit it all to memory just in case.
just in case. )
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it always feels different each time they do this, and now more than before, it feels far more exposed, far more vulnerable. she can feel his eyes on her, burning over her body, on her, and the heat of it keeps her flush, almost as much as everything else does.
but it isn't just her who seems so seen; he aligns her hand to press firmly over his heart, the frantic beat of it vibrating against her palm, and while it only makes logical sense for his pulse to have that pace, it feels so much more personal when he's the one holding her there.
this doesn't mean anything, this doesn't mean anything, she tries to tell herself, but she's quickly running out of all of her excuses.
she moans his name again, part of it on instinct, and part of it in wanting him to hear it on her lips, for him to know that there's nothing else right now except for him, only him and her on this bed as she begins to move faster, rocking her hips harder against him, panting steadily on every thrust. ]
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but he has little time to think about why that is when she starts moving faster, thrusting down onto him harder, rougher until his breath comes in great, gulping gasps and all he can really do is hold onto her hand and rake his nails down her hip to encourage her.
he's not going to break, he's not going to come apart and everything about this is doing it for him. he still hasn't closed his eyes and he doesn't think he will because he wants to see every reaction she has to this, to him. he wants to watch her come undone one more time even as she takes him apart with each press of her hips. he knows that he might not be able to see it this time, not if he ends up coming apart first but he's trying.
her name falls from his lips, an exhaled moan of pleasure and want, and he arches his hips up to meet her on one thrust, trying to seat himself deeper, harder inside of her. )
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it's not like she's had this in a while either, not something this intimate, not before him, not when it's almost impossible to ever even consider stripping down every layer of clothing and finding a bed that's both clean and comfortable. but it isn't just the bed that does it for her, not when his hands reach out to hold her, when he keeps his eyes on her through it; she'd kiss him right now too, if it didn't mean sacrificing this motion, already so close to that peak.
her movements are already staggering, too shaky to keep a consistent rhythm, and when he thrusts up, arching in deeply, she knows she's done for, a second wave striking right through her as she gasps, lips moving to mouth his name but barely echoing a sound.
her eye shuts tight, fingers curling to scratch hard at his skin, fighting through her climax to keep moving on him as her entire body shudders through it. ]
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he watches her even while she keeps riding him, even while he can feel his own release right there and because he's so caught up in her, he doesn't feel it coming so it surprises the breath out of him when he comes. he moans loudly, gripping onto her hips to keep himself buried deep for a few long, long seconds.
he shudders and mumbles her name a few times, intermingled with swear words and other nonsensical sounds. it feels like it goes on for a long time but he eventually starts to settle though he doesn't let go of her. his breathing is still erratic and rapid, heart beating quickly, something she'll be able to feel since her hand is right there. )
Fuck me.
( yeah, that's about all he's got right now. the words are thick and slow but at least he can speak. )
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when she does finally catch her breath, it's with a heavy panting like she'd just ran for miles, and with the way sparring had somehow transformed into getting off twice, she might as well have — only it feels pretty fucking incredible. ]
Pretty sure I just did. [ she manages to reply to him, turning it literal with a breathless laugh as her lips stretch into a satisfied smile. she can feel herself sinking, weight seated fully on his body, every slight movement brushing that overly sensitive skin where they're still joined.
eventually, she slumps forward, laying herself across his chest, head turned with her ear to his heart, louder now than it'd been when she'd felt the thumps against her palm. ] I'm never moving again. I don't think my body could take it.
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( she'd fucked him and it had been really fucking good. for a few seconds, there's just the sound of their harsh panting filling the room. amos blinks a few times to clear his head and feels more than sees her starting to crumple down on top of him.
he waits until she's situated herself comfortably before he moves his own arms, tucking one underneath his pillow and dragging his fingertips up and down her back with the other.
her skin's hot underneath his touch and he's sure his feels just the same. he blows out a slow breath and then laughs low at her words. )
I win again. ( or maybe they both won this time. ) You can stay, you know.
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