[She purses her lips and nods in understanding. When they get into the car, her hand finds his way around his fingers giving them a light squeeze before she lets go and seats herself.
Not a word is exchanged except for some cursory pleasantries with the driver. Her eyes are directed outside the window as if she feared that she'd be too reckless if she looked into his eyes. She needs to keep her head above water just a little longer before diving into unknown depths.
There's barely any traffic but the trip to his place felt longer than it should have, a pause that made the string between them pull tighter and it's almost unbearable as their ride finally slows to a stop. That's when she finally turns to glance at Gale, to see if this was their final destination.]
[That brief touch of hands makes his heart threaten to skip a beat before they part ways. Once seated, he, too, averts his gaze; he steals a glance or two her way, his hand threatening to creep across the backseat to see if he might give her fingers another cursory brush, but he manages to keep to himself and wordlessly stare out his own window, the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears near deafening in the silence.
Once they arrive, he gives her a nod of confirmation, then proceeds to thank the driver before he steps out and circles around to open her door for her. The moment her feet hit pavement, his arm is around her waist once more, pulling her against his side as they walk towards the front door and through the lobby of his building— a rather upscale-looking place in the Sea Ward, with a clear view of the harbor at their backs.
It's an absolute miracle, he thinks, that they make it to the elevator before he breaks down and kisses her again, hitting the button for the sixth floor with one hand while gripping the back of her dress at the small of her back with the other, nudging her back against the wall of the elevator itself as he leans down to kiss her heatedly, the minutes he'd had to go without touching her in the car an eternity in which his need and anticipation had grown exponentially.]
[Initially, she had thought she would have been leading since she had been the one to suggest this in the first place, but there's a sense of sweet relief and pleasant surprise at how eager and hungry he is for her. She barely has time to take in the building and their location in Sea Ward before his lips meets hers once again and she finds her back against the elevator wall and her hands cupping his face to return the heat.
The jacket around her is shrugged off so that it hangs on her arms and elbows to reveal her bare neck and shoulders. Cool air hovers over her skin and quickly replaced by his presence over her, filling her with longing and increasing that inner ache.
Although she isn't going to fully undress in the elevator before they even get to his room, what she is going to do is start the process and make it easier on his end. As she kisses him deeply and hungrily, in between a breath, her hands find their way to buttons of his shirt and they're swiftly undone starting from the top.]
[Efficiency— he likes that. He has just enough presence of mind to make note of the way her jacket drops to reveal her shoulders as they continue to kiss, heated and hungry, his hand gliding down the curve of her neck and over her shoulder with warm, steady fingers as she makes her way through his buttons. He surprises even himself when he groans softly against her lips, their tongues warring with one another, and he's only stopped in the process of pressing himself flush against her by the fact that the elevator comes to a stop and the bell notifies them of their arrival, the doors sliding open.
He pries himself away from her, his gaze dark and lustful, pupils blown as he tugs her towards the door by her waist, breathless.]
This way.
[Thankfully, there are no neighbors out in the hallway to catch a glimpse of them, and they don't have far to go— he can't even bring himself to full separate from her as they make their way two doors down, and he draws a hand back only to fumble in his pocket for his keys before unlocking and throwing open the door to apartment 7, drawing her inside with him.]
It's upstairs—
[He steals another urgent kiss as the door swings closed and latches behind them; he's tempted to pull her onto the nearby sofa, but they'll be much more comfortable in the bedroom, in addition to needing to locate certain necessities. He's being a terrible host at the moment; any other circumstances and he would have offered coffee, a tour, but they don't have time for either of those things, and he's already tugging her jacket off the rest of the way so he can toss it over the back of the leather couch before shrugging his way out of the shirt she had so kindly unbuttoned for him already.]
[God, she's really doing this. They're really doing this. The weight of his body, flush against hers before they even leave the elevator feels like it's already left a mark. The rational part of her brain should have been screaming at her right now, heaping another truck full of self-loathing (that might come later, tomorrow perhaps) at how she's trying to escape the grasp of sorrow by running into the arms of another.
But maybe she isn't running.
Her heart thunders in her chest as they enter his apartment, and she loses her jacket to the couch. Her eyes are only for him as he kisses her and then shrugs off his own shirt. Automatically, as she nears the top of the stairs with him, she pulls off her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor.
[There's no room for rational thought here, not tonight— it will undoubtedly return to him, too, come morning, but they had made their agreement and were here and for the love of all that was good, didn't they both deserve something nice? An escape, a connection that burned bright even if only for one night. He thinks that they must.
They're a tangle of limbs and eager, hurried kisses as he guides them towards the open door to his bedroom, the breath punched from his lungs as she takes a moment to shed her dress and leave it behind. His mouth goes dry, his tongue heavy and leaden within it as he rakes his gaze over her hungrily.
Bright and stunningly beautiful— if only he had met her six years earlier.
He draws her into another kiss with his hands on either side of her face as he all but stumbles backwards towards his bed, pausing just long enough to drop his trousers, leaving his briefs in place before dropping back onto the mattress and pulling her into his lap by her hips, swallowing hard as he frantically tries to toe his socks off.]
You are exquisite.
[The words are all but murmured against the curve of her neck as he kisses his way down, then across to the hollow of her throat, erection pressing against the inside of her thigh with only that last flimsy barrier between them.
He wants to lose himself in this, in her. Even if they never see one another again— he wants for it to be a night they'll both consider worth remembering fondly.]
[She gasps into his kiss as he pulls her into his lap. Her socks and shoes are long discarded and all that's left are her bra and underwear. With one hand, she unhooks the bra herself, but lets it hang on her shoulders as he kisses his way down. There's no way that she can't notice his length pressing inside of her thigh and she chuckles, a little out of disbelief and some pleasant surprise.]
And you are exceeding expectations...
[There's a pause as her breath is cut short, shivering as his lips paint her throat. Biting her lower lip, she undoes her hair so that loose red locks cascade down her back and curtain her face. Her hands find purchase on the sides of his torso before moving down to the edges of his briefs.]
I do aim to please. I would be a very poor host, otherwise.
[He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as her hands move down the length of his torso, even that seemingly benign touch enough to pull the muscles in his abdomen tight, caught up in the moment as he is. He lets out a breathless peel of laughter at her offer, catching a glimpse of her intense gaze as he looks up at her wantonly through that curtain of vibrant red.]
Please.
[He has no need of them any longer, just like she has no need for hers; he takes the liberty of finishing the job she'd started and tugs her bra strap down the length of one arm to pull it loose, helping her out of it and tossing it aside so that he can palm at her breast, his touch warm and eager and steady. The heat of her against him, the weight of her in his lap, the press of skin against irresistibly soft skin— all of it serves to heighten his desire for her, to touch and taste and know her in a way he hasn't known anyone in ages.]
[Her breathing is slightly ragged as his hand covers her breast. She focuses on kissing along his jawline and then at his neck as her hands deftly tug his briefs down over his hips and then she uses one foot to skillfully slide them off completely.
Even in the dim lights she can make out the definition of the muscles in his arms and his abdomenโ maybe this is all working too well. They're past the point of no return, in a bubble of skin, sensation, and desire and she can hardly wait to see what else he has in store for them.
Without wasting another second, she removes her underwear herself and it joins their scattered clothing on the floor. Her fingers dance across his thigh, teasing him as she lifts her head and gazes into his eyes, green into soft brown.]
Your move. I'm fine with sitting unless you have something else in mind.
[Her hips are dangerously close to sinking down on him but she has enough rationale and curiosity left to ask him first.]
[He doesn't miss the ways she skillfully disposes of their underthings, graceful despite the desperation of their actions. It would be so, so easy to pull her onto him with a single sharp tug— and though he can see that eagerness in her, too, feel the heat ramping up bet between him as every touch sends sparks across the surface of his skin, it would be a terrible shame for them to become so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that it's all over too quickly. He groans softly as she teases her fingertips against his thigh, meeting her gaze with his own, his pupils blown wide with desire, with raw want.
There's no barrier remaining between them now, which becomes all the more apparent as he pulls her flush against him before cupping the side of her face and drawing her downward into a searing kiss, with enough force that it crushes their lips together, exhaling once it breaks, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a wicked smirk.]
Come here.
[He moves so quickly that the actual mechanics of it are lost in the moment; she's on her back in moments with him crouching over her, kissing his way down the column of her throat as he rolls her nipple teasingly between his thumb and index finger. He trails a series of kisses downwards, along her sternum and the valley between her breasts, craning his neck to catch her unattended nipple between his teeth, teasing at it with the very tip of his tongue.]
I promised you a distraction— [His voice is low and husky with need, the heat of his breath rolling against sensitive skin, one hand gliding over her hip.] —and I intend to deliver. It would be such a shame to rush things. It should be a distraction worth remembering.
[It's becoming more drawn out than expected; it's becoming less of a "distraction" and full blown entanglement which she should be concerned about but then he smirks and that does something to her, makes her think less. His kiss burns but she drowns herself in it and gasps when he gets her on her back and beneath him. The thrill flows and pulses through her veins as his lips leave their mark all over her throat and chest. There's a low hiss stifled by the back of one palm as he teases her breasts and she squirms under him.
And he's so confident. Where the hell did that come from? Not that she'll complain but there's some impatience as her hips search for his and she manages to rasp out a heated reply.]
If you're planning to keep me here until morning, it better be a damn good distraction, Gale.
[She hadn't planned on saying his name either, neither did she plan for anything resembling rapport and yet...]
[Thinking, at this point, is very, very overrated. That hiss, the way she writhes under him— it only serves to fuel him further, and he laughs against her as he takes her nipple fully into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue as he continues to tease and pinch the other between his fingers. He lifts his head and litters her with kisses as he crosses to the other side and seeks to give her other nipple equal attention, the hand at her hip sliding downwards so that steady fingers can play against the inside of her thigh.]
Oh, I think you'll be pleased.
[A shiver runs through him when she says his name like that, all the way down the length of his spine, and he catches her between his teeth again, while his fingers against her thigh skim upwards so that he can steadily part her folds, stroking her experimentally with his index and middle fingers.]
[Damn it all. Words are going to be useless with his breath over her skin and the attention that he lavishes on her body. Some strange sense of pride makes her determined to not let her voice give so easily, not even as he gives careful attention to her breasts, not even as his hand glides down her hip and the side of her thigh.
... Which turns out to be a tall order as he parts her folds with his fingers and strokes, causing her to emit a whimpering gasp. Her arms wrap around his shoulders for leverage and she bites her lower lip as the whole of her shudders. At this point, she's still too proud to beg but it feels so good and her body feels relieved at the sweet pressure. Her hips move to against his digits her breathing uneven but trying to find a rhythm that works for them both.]
[He chuckles to himself as she finds her words cut off, giving a thoughtful hum as he releases her nipple and begins to kiss his way downwards, though not too quickly, enjoying the drape of her arms around his shoulders. He pauses to kiss the slope of her breast and lightly sucks a mark into her fair skin, adjusting the angle of his fingers to meet the eager buck of her hips as he does so, blindly circling and pressing against that sweet bundle of nerves to give her a taste of some relief.]
Quite eager, aren't you...
[He glances upwards to take in the breathtaking sight of her biting at her lower lip, and he lets out a wanton groan as he's reminded of just how badly he already aches for her; seeing her in such a state is almost enough to make him want to rush, but he sucks in a sharp breath and reminds himself to stay the course, that doing so will be well worth it.
Slipping out from beneath her arms, he works his way steadily downwards, kissing both above and below her navel before he disappears between her thighs, giving her a clear view of the way his back muscles pull taut between his shoulders as he roughly grasps her hips with both hands. She doesn't remain unattended for long, and the press of his fingers is replaced by the eager nudge of his nose and the warm, flat press of his tongue. He gives her hips a sharp tug forward against him and begins to lick and kiss and tease with enthusiasm, letting out an almost obscene moan that's muffled against her as he curls his tongue into her.]
[It is in these moments that she realizes that he's good. He's really good and it's infuriating as it is wonderful. She pants as he adjusts his fingers and although she doesn't answer his playful question, the increasing and impatient movement of her hips say everything. When he moves out of her arms, she has no choice but to rest her hands at her sides, forcefully gripping the sheets.
When he grips her hips and dips between her legs, she immediately understands what he's setting out to do and even after all that's happened so far, her face and shoulders redden. The feel of his tongue as he tugs her forward makes her gasp.]
Ahโ!
[And without meaning to it turns into a sweet cry as she arches her back. This is relentless. It's obscene and overwhelming with how much he's proving to her at how much he wants her, how effective she's been at seducing him. Oh, but the tables are turned as he fervently works her up and she moans and make other sounds she didn't know she had. He may be drinking her in, but she's the one getting intoxicated. Her arousal is more than apparent as he tastes and teases her and she tries to conceal her whimpers to no avail.]
[Every sound he wrings out of her is music to his ears; he can tell this isn't what she'd expected, and there's a certain sense of pride in being able to take her by surprise despite the fact that she'd been the one to proposition him. In his opinion, it would be criminal to do anything short of ensuring that she was completely satisfied by the end of their night together.
Her moan cuts right through him, and he lets out another groan as he tastes her in full, kissing and gently sucking at her bud before dropping his head to enter her with his tongue, each curl and flex of deliberate, skilled, practiced. His efforts are indeed relentless; he never stays in a single place too long, ensuring every inch of her is well tended to, and he at last removes a hand from her hips so that he can press a single digit into her, a mere tease at relief, a whisper of what's to come.
He lifts his head just long enough to catch his breath, taking her in with his lust-darkened gaze, rolling his own hips against the bed just enough to grant himself a bit of friction to help him bide his time.]
Keep that up. [His tone is warm, almost smug, and he punctuates himself by taking that little pearl of pleasure between his lips and rolling them against it, prodding and stroking with his tongue.] Sing for me.
[She twitches around his tongue and the one finger he teases her with. If she could reprimand him for his smugness she wouldโ But her mind is going blank with the sheer pleasure he's drowning her in. Whatever pride or resolve she had to try and hold back has dissolved completely. His hands, his skin on hers, the tender and lustful tasting is too much. Her eyes squeeze shuts as she pants her words a series of delirious babbling.]
I... I'm... I...!
[That's all the warning she can give before euphoria pushes her over that final edge and she comes, her voice an impassioned wail. Her center is hot and throbbing as the waves of bliss wash over her and she trembles unable to move away from him; she doesn't want to move away from him if her thighs hugging the sides of his head say anything.
God, she's gotten herself into more than she's bargained for and she doesn't know whether to congratulate or curse herself for it all.]
[The press of her thighs only spurs him onwards; despite the fact that they muffle that shiver-inducing wail, it still manages to reach him, and he gives a satisfied moan against her once more without even trying to pull away. He hooks a hand over one of those shapely thighs to anchor himself, ravaging her with lips and tongue as her orgasm rolls through her, his attentions erratic but unrelenting as she trembles beneath his efforts.
Only when she begins to still does he slow; his tongue moves languidly between her folds in an effort to soothe in the aftermath, and he gently pulls her leg away from the side of his head just enough for him to lift it and press a series of hot, eager kisses against the inside of her thigh, glancing up at her with his lips curling into a knowing, satisfied smile.]
Was that a worthy distraction, would you say?
[His lips and tongue are replaced by the gentle press of two fingers against her core, a soft touch and light strokes to help ease her down from the frenetic high, to offer reprieve without leaving her further wanting.]
[Smug little... But she's unable to retort as her breath softly hitches when he kisses the inside of her thigh. Her chest moves up and down as she takes deep breaths before she props herself on her elbows to glare at him as if affronted though it's replaced by furrowed brows as he strokes her with his fingers to ease her from that impossible high.]
Excessive.
[Her body is still trembling from the aftershocks, thanks a lot. The curt one-word response is betrayed by how she closes her thighs around his hand that's touching her.]
[He laughs softly at her sharp reply, drawing himself out from between her legs, continuing to steadily stroke and press as she catches his wrist between her thighs. He playfully curls an ankle around hers as he shifts upwards to press a kiss against her shoulder, then works his way in towards her neck, pulling her against the broad warmth of his chest.]
Oh, good— that was indeed the hope.
[He chuckles again, nipping at the curve at the base of her neck.]
I think we're all due a bit of excess now and then.
[Her breath steadily regains that hungry heaviness as he continues to press and stroke her within. She feels her vision blur, barely making out the tattoo across his chest as he pulls her against him.
(Do astrophysicists get tattoos? Is that common? God, the stray thoughts that seep in, regardless of the mood).
Not wanting to be exclusively tended to one of her hands finds its way between their bodies but stops just below his abdomen and above his length; she understands now that he's been biding his time and it's bewildering and bemusing.]
Yes, well. I'd say you're astoundingly more patient than I am.
[Perhaps not all astrophysicists, but this one certainly has, counter to his otherwise dyed-in-the-wool academic presentation, along with his earring. He may have looked to be your average academic upon first glance, but the details seem to add up to point towards something else.
He lets out a groan as her fingers skim across his abdomen as she reaches between the press of their bodies despite the way they're intertwined, letting out a brief huff as she stops short and he can't help but roll his hips just enough to urge his arousal towards her touch, reminded of just how desperate he is for contact now that he's not focused elsewhere.
He kisses his way up her neck and along her jaw as he answers, his voice still bearing a raw edge, lustful.]
Not endlessly patient, admittedly, but well worth taking the time to pay attention to detail.
[He does finally withdraw his touch, carefully, allowing her time to recover as he plants his hand against the mattress beside her and lifts himself up enough to loom over her, kissing her heatedly, his intense need apparent in the way he crushes his lips to hers, the taste of her still lingering on them.]
If you were expecting a rushed tumble with no regard for your needs, then I'm afraid you chose the wrong stranger.
[There may still be a hint of smugness there, but it seems to be less about pride in his efforts and more about genuine enjoyment.]
[She swallows as she makes contact with his hardness, hot and solid against her palm. His lips covers her own before she can reply and she kisses hi back with equal voraciousness and her hand moves, finger stroking the underside of his length, dragging a trail as if it's her way of getting back at him.
The fact that he wants to make this more than just a careless tumble does draw forth appreciation and something else a little more painful; being taken care of, not really thinking she deserves the tenderness and passion he was spoiling her with despite them being essentially strangers.
After his declaration, she kisses him again, but it's become soft and gentle and she shifts so both of her hands cup the sides of his face as he looms over her.]
... So you won't let me feel alone then?
[She presses her lips and nibbles his lower lip letting that somber question linger between them in the air.]
[He groans softly into that heated kiss of theirs, the brief touch of her palm against the head and length of his cock still enough to send sparks through him, and he lets out a needy sound that's dangerously close to a curtailed whine when she drags her finger along him, her featherlight touch enough to send a shudder through him.
He meets her with another heady, intense kiss; her lips are soft and dangerously addictive, and the way the kiss itself softens does something to him that he can't quite put to words, but he takes a moment to breathe as she takes his face between her hands and holds his gaze.
Such a deceptively simple question. That she asks it at all... it offers him a brief glimpse into what, perhaps, she'd needed a distraction from. His eyelids lower, his breath catching in his throat as she nibbles at his lower lip, and he eagerly tangles a hand in her vibrant hair before answering her with another kiss, soft as the one she'd given him only a moment earlier, but no less wanting for it.]
I promise, I won't let you feel alone.
[There's a somber note in his tone, as well, as he murmurs the answer against her lips.
He, too, knows what it's like to be lonely. He wouldn't be here, otherwise.]
[The desire between them may be raw but she hadn't planned on vulnerability to be part of the equation. That's on her; she shouldn't have let that slip out, shouldn't have been taken in by the inherent generosity of this man in all of his actions from outside these walls to within his bedroom.
But then he asks if she could do the same for him and it opens up one of those smaller wounds that never truly healed, one of the many thorns had pierced her, a self-inflicted condition.
Instead of words she kisses him fully again, softly and tenderly. It's the best she can do and her knees nudge the sides of his legs to encourage him to keep going. When she draws back from her kiss she murmurs.]
Just for tonight.
[There's no way this could be good for either of them if they seek out more; that's what she's certain of anyway.]
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Not a word is exchanged except for some cursory pleasantries with the driver. Her eyes are directed outside the window as if she feared that she'd be too reckless if she looked into his eyes. She needs to keep her head above water just a little longer before diving into unknown depths.
There's barely any traffic but the trip to his place felt longer than it should have, a pause that made the string between them pull tighter and it's almost unbearable as their ride finally slows to a stop. That's when she finally turns to glance at Gale, to see if this was their final destination.]
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Once they arrive, he gives her a nod of confirmation, then proceeds to thank the driver before he steps out and circles around to open her door for her. The moment her feet hit pavement, his arm is around her waist once more, pulling her against his side as they walk towards the front door and through the lobby of his building— a rather upscale-looking place in the Sea Ward, with a clear view of the harbor at their backs.
It's an absolute miracle, he thinks, that they make it to the elevator before he breaks down and kisses her again, hitting the button for the sixth floor with one hand while gripping the back of her dress at the small of her back with the other, nudging her back against the wall of the elevator itself as he leans down to kiss her heatedly, the minutes he'd had to go without touching her in the car an eternity in which his need and anticipation had grown exponentially.]
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The jacket around her is shrugged off so that it hangs on her arms and elbows to reveal her bare neck and shoulders. Cool air hovers over her skin and quickly replaced by his presence over her, filling her with longing and increasing that inner ache.
Although she isn't going to fully undress in the elevator before they even get to his room, what she is going to do is start the process and make it easier on his end. As she kisses him deeply and hungrily, in between a breath, her hands find their way to buttons of his shirt and they're swiftly undone starting from the top.]
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He pries himself away from her, his gaze dark and lustful, pupils blown as he tugs her towards the door by her waist, breathless.]
This way.
[Thankfully, there are no neighbors out in the hallway to catch a glimpse of them, and they don't have far to go— he can't even bring himself to full separate from her as they make their way two doors down, and he draws a hand back only to fumble in his pocket for his keys before unlocking and throwing open the door to apartment 7, drawing her inside with him.]
It's upstairs—
[He steals another urgent kiss as the door swings closed and latches behind them; he's tempted to pull her onto the nearby sofa, but they'll be much more comfortable in the bedroom, in addition to needing to locate certain necessities. He's being a terrible host at the moment; any other circumstances and he would have offered coffee, a tour, but they don't have time for either of those things, and he's already tugging her jacket off the rest of the way so he can toss it over the back of the leather couch before shrugging his way out of the shirt she had so kindly unbuttoned for him already.]
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But maybe she isn't running.
Her heart thunders in her chest as they enter his apartment, and she loses her jacket to the couch. Her eyes are only for him as he kisses her and then shrugs off his own shirt. Automatically, as she nears the top of the stairs with him, she pulls off her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor.
She's being swept away.]
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They're a tangle of limbs and eager, hurried kisses as he guides them towards the open door to his bedroom, the breath punched from his lungs as she takes a moment to shed her dress and leave it behind. His mouth goes dry, his tongue heavy and leaden within it as he rakes his gaze over her hungrily.
Bright and stunningly beautiful— if only he had met her six years earlier.
He draws her into another kiss with his hands on either side of her face as he all but stumbles backwards towards his bed, pausing just long enough to drop his trousers, leaving his briefs in place before dropping back onto the mattress and pulling her into his lap by her hips, swallowing hard as he frantically tries to toe his socks off.]
You are exquisite.
[The words are all but murmured against the curve of her neck as he kisses his way down, then across to the hollow of her throat, erection pressing against the inside of her thigh with only that last flimsy barrier between them.
He wants to lose himself in this, in her. Even if they never see one another again— he wants for it to be a night they'll both consider worth remembering fondly.]
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And you are exceeding expectations...
[There's a pause as her breath is cut short, shivering as his lips paint her throat. Biting her lower lip, she undoes her hair so that loose red locks cascade down her back and curtain her face. Her hands find purchase on the sides of his torso before moving down to the edges of his briefs.]
Need this taken care of?
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[He draws in a sharp hiss of breath as her hands move down the length of his torso, even that seemingly benign touch enough to pull the muscles in his abdomen tight, caught up in the moment as he is. He lets out a breathless peel of laughter at her offer, catching a glimpse of her intense gaze as he looks up at her wantonly through that curtain of vibrant red.]
Please.
[He has no need of them any longer, just like she has no need for hers; he takes the liberty of finishing the job she'd started and tugs her bra strap down the length of one arm to pull it loose, helping her out of it and tossing it aside so that he can palm at her breast, his touch warm and eager and steady. The heat of her against him, the weight of her in his lap, the press of skin against irresistibly soft skin— all of it serves to heighten his desire for her, to touch and taste and know her in a way he hasn't known anyone in ages.]
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Even in the dim lights she can make out the definition of the muscles in his arms and his abdomenโ maybe this is all working too well. They're past the point of no return, in a bubble of skin, sensation, and desire and she can hardly wait to see what else he has in store for them.
Without wasting another second, she removes her underwear herself and it joins their scattered clothing on the floor. Her fingers dance across his thigh, teasing him as she lifts her head and gazes into his eyes, green into soft brown.]
Your move. I'm fine with sitting unless you have something else in mind.
[Her hips are dangerously close to sinking down on him but she has enough rationale and curiosity left to ask him first.]
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There's no barrier remaining between them now, which becomes all the more apparent as he pulls her flush against him before cupping the side of her face and drawing her downward into a searing kiss, with enough force that it crushes their lips together, exhaling once it breaks, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a wicked smirk.]
Come here.
[He moves so quickly that the actual mechanics of it are lost in the moment; she's on her back in moments with him crouching over her, kissing his way down the column of her throat as he rolls her nipple teasingly between his thumb and index finger. He trails a series of kisses downwards, along her sternum and the valley between her breasts, craning his neck to catch her unattended nipple between his teeth, teasing at it with the very tip of his tongue.]
I promised you a distraction— [His voice is low and husky with need, the heat of his breath rolling against sensitive skin, one hand gliding over her hip.] —and I intend to deliver. It would be such a shame to rush things. It should be a distraction worth remembering.
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And he's so confident. Where the hell did that come from? Not that she'll complain but there's some impatience as her hips search for his and she manages to rasp out a heated reply.]
If you're planning to keep me here until morning, it better be a damn good distraction, Gale.
[She hadn't planned on saying his name either, neither did she plan for anything resembling rapport and yet...]
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Oh, I think you'll be pleased.
[A shiver runs through him when she says his name like that, all the way down the length of his spine, and he catches her between his teeth again, while his fingers against her thigh skim upwards so that he can steadily part her folds, stroking her experimentally with his index and middle fingers.]
I'm something of a perfectionist.
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[Damn it all. Words are going to be useless with his breath over her skin and the attention that he lavishes on her body. Some strange sense of pride makes her determined to not let her voice give so easily, not even as he gives careful attention to her breasts, not even as his hand glides down her hip and the side of her thigh.
... Which turns out to be a tall order as he parts her folds with his fingers and strokes, causing her to emit a whimpering gasp. Her arms wrap around his shoulders for leverage and she bites her lower lip as the whole of her shudders. At this point, she's still too proud to beg but it feels so good and her body feels relieved at the sweet pressure. Her hips move to against his digits her breathing uneven but trying to find a rhythm that works for them both.]
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Quite eager, aren't you...
[He glances upwards to take in the breathtaking sight of her biting at her lower lip, and he lets out a wanton groan as he's reminded of just how badly he already aches for her; seeing her in such a state is almost enough to make him want to rush, but he sucks in a sharp breath and reminds himself to stay the course, that doing so will be well worth it.
Slipping out from beneath her arms, he works his way steadily downwards, kissing both above and below her navel before he disappears between her thighs, giving her a clear view of the way his back muscles pull taut between his shoulders as he roughly grasps her hips with both hands. She doesn't remain unattended for long, and the press of his fingers is replaced by the eager nudge of his nose and the warm, flat press of his tongue. He gives her hips a sharp tug forward against him and begins to lick and kiss and tease with enthusiasm, letting out an almost obscene moan that's muffled against her as he curls his tongue into her.]
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When he grips her hips and dips between her legs, she immediately understands what he's setting out to do and even after all that's happened so far, her face and shoulders redden. The feel of his tongue as he tugs her forward makes her gasp.]
Ahโ!
[And without meaning to it turns into a sweet cry as she arches her back. This is relentless. It's obscene and overwhelming with how much he's proving to her at how much he wants her, how effective she's been at seducing him. Oh, but the tables are turned as he fervently works her up and she moans and make other sounds she didn't know she had. He may be drinking her in, but she's the one getting intoxicated. Her arousal is more than apparent as he tastes and teases her and she tries to conceal her whimpers to no avail.]
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Her moan cuts right through him, and he lets out another groan as he tastes her in full, kissing and gently sucking at her bud before dropping his head to enter her with his tongue, each curl and flex of deliberate, skilled, practiced. His efforts are indeed relentless; he never stays in a single place too long, ensuring every inch of her is well tended to, and he at last removes a hand from her hips so that he can press a single digit into her, a mere tease at relief, a whisper of what's to come.
He lifts his head just long enough to catch his breath, taking her in with his lust-darkened gaze, rolling his own hips against the bed just enough to grant himself a bit of friction to help him bide his time.]
Keep that up. [His tone is warm, almost smug, and he punctuates himself by taking that little pearl of pleasure between his lips and rolling them against it, prodding and stroking with his tongue.] Sing for me.
[He's enjoying himself far, far too much.]
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[She twitches around his tongue and the one finger he teases her with. If she could reprimand him for his smugness she wouldโ But her mind is going blank with the sheer pleasure he's drowning her in. Whatever pride or resolve she had to try and hold back has dissolved completely. His hands, his skin on hers, the tender and lustful tasting is too much. Her eyes squeeze shuts as she pants her words a series of delirious babbling.]
I... I'm... I...!
[That's all the warning she can give before euphoria pushes her over that final edge and she comes, her voice an impassioned wail. Her center is hot and throbbing as the waves of bliss wash over her and she trembles unable to move away from him; she doesn't want to move away from him if her thighs hugging the sides of his head say anything.
God, she's gotten herself into more than she's bargained for and she doesn't know whether to congratulate or curse herself for it all.]
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Only when she begins to still does he slow; his tongue moves languidly between her folds in an effort to soothe in the aftermath, and he gently pulls her leg away from the side of his head just enough for him to lift it and press a series of hot, eager kisses against the inside of her thigh, glancing up at her with his lips curling into a knowing, satisfied smile.]
Was that a worthy distraction, would you say?
[His lips and tongue are replaced by the gentle press of two fingers against her core, a soft touch and light strokes to help ease her down from the frenetic high, to offer reprieve without leaving her further wanting.]
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Excessive.
[Her body is still trembling from the aftershocks, thanks a lot. The curt one-word response is betrayed by how she closes her thighs around his hand that's touching her.]
But you have my attention.
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Oh, good— that was indeed the hope.
[He chuckles again, nipping at the curve at the base of her neck.]
I think we're all due a bit of excess now and then.
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(Do astrophysicists get tattoos? Is that common? God, the stray thoughts that seep in, regardless of the mood).
Not wanting to be exclusively tended to one of her hands finds its way between their bodies but stops just below his abdomen and above his length; she understands now that he's been biding his time and it's bewildering and bemusing.]
Yes, well. I'd say you're astoundingly more patient than I am.
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He lets out a groan as her fingers skim across his abdomen as she reaches between the press of their bodies despite the way they're intertwined, letting out a brief huff as she stops short and he can't help but roll his hips just enough to urge his arousal towards her touch, reminded of just how desperate he is for contact now that he's not focused elsewhere.
He kisses his way up her neck and along her jaw as he answers, his voice still bearing a raw edge, lustful.]
Not endlessly patient, admittedly, but well worth taking the time to pay attention to detail.
[He does finally withdraw his touch, carefully, allowing her time to recover as he plants his hand against the mattress beside her and lifts himself up enough to loom over her, kissing her heatedly, his intense need apparent in the way he crushes his lips to hers, the taste of her still lingering on them.]
If you were expecting a rushed tumble with no regard for your needs, then I'm afraid you chose the wrong stranger.
[There may still be a hint of smugness there, but it seems to be less about pride in his efforts and more about genuine enjoyment.]
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The fact that he wants to make this more than just a careless tumble does draw forth appreciation and something else a little more painful; being taken care of, not really thinking she deserves the tenderness and passion he was spoiling her with despite them being essentially strangers.
After his declaration, she kisses him again, but it's become soft and gentle and she shifts so both of her hands cup the sides of his face as he looms over her.]
... So you won't let me feel alone then?
[She presses her lips and nibbles his lower lip letting that somber question linger between them in the air.]
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He meets her with another heady, intense kiss; her lips are soft and dangerously addictive, and the way the kiss itself softens does something to him that he can't quite put to words, but he takes a moment to breathe as she takes his face between her hands and holds his gaze.
Such a deceptively simple question. That she asks it at all... it offers him a brief glimpse into what, perhaps, she'd needed a distraction from. His eyelids lower, his breath catching in his throat as she nibbles at his lower lip, and he eagerly tangles a hand in her vibrant hair before answering her with another kiss, soft as the one she'd given him only a moment earlier, but no less wanting for it.]
I promise, I won't let you feel alone.
[There's a somber note in his tone, as well, as he murmurs the answer against her lips.
He, too, knows what it's like to be lonely. He wouldn't be here, otherwise.]
Can you do the same for me?
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But then he asks if she could do the same for him and it opens up one of those smaller wounds that never truly healed, one of the many thorns had pierced her, a self-inflicted condition.
Instead of words she kisses him fully again, softly and tenderly. It's the best she can do and her knees nudge the sides of his legs to encourage him to keep going. When she draws back from her kiss she murmurs.]
Just for tonight.
[There's no way this could be good for either of them if they seek out more; that's what she's certain of anyway.]
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