[With his fingers through her hair and his arm around her waist, her own heart bursts with renewal and song. She kisses him back, parting her lips to invite him to touch and taste, wondering why she had ever hurt him in the first, why she ever felt threatened by his affection.
Between kisses to catch her breath, she manages to scoot closer to him until their bodies are touching and one hand presses down on one shoulder to get him on his back. Amelia doesn't hold back on her words, her feelings, and when it comes to matters like this, it's become a fiery recklessness for her to revel in with someone who had been able to traverse the storm for her.]
[He accepts her invitation easily, parting his own lips so that he can taste her, tongue searching until it meets hers and teases against it, the heat of her body pulling flush against his sending a wave of euphoria through him that makes his world blur just slightly at the very edges.
He lets out a brief, muted noise of pleasant surprise as she pushes against his shoulder, but he's quick to acquiesce, letting her push him down onto his back and then sliding downwards so that the top of his head rests against the arm of the couch. He remembers seeing the sparks of this fire in her before, but it's different now, blazing brighter still as he brings both of his hands to rest against her hips, steadying her weight atop him as he tips his head upwards to meet her for another heady, hungry kiss, slow as he lets his tongue trace the curve of her lower lip before he tastes her in earnest again.
Once she's steadied, one of his hands flies to her neck as the other remains on her hip, index finger nestling behind her ear as his thumb strokes along her jawline, prepared to kiss her until he's absolutely breathless— he has a great many of them to make up for.]
[One of Amelia's hands slip through his hair and the other grabs the arm of the couch. Her cardigan is slipping down her shoulders, revealing them to be bare and her nightgown held up by thin straps. There's an unsteady, but energetic rhythm to her kisses, sometimes soft and slow, but when their tongues touch and taste, a moan escapes her throat and she kisses him as if he was the very oxygen that was missing from her existence.
Once her hips straddles his, there's a pause as she pulls back, breathing heavily and allowing some clarity to pierce through.]
Ah. Um.
[It could have been mistaken as second thoughts taking over if it weren't for her moving her lips down Gale's jawline and then his neck and mumbling.]
Not on the couch for the rest of the night. Please?
[He loses himself easily in that rhythm, always meeting her pace, that soft moan and her warm weight atop him sending heat and longing through his entire being. His hands never stay still, fingers carding through her hair, caressing her neck, smoothing over her shoulder as her cardigan slips away, his index finger catching beneath the strap of her nightgown and dipping lower.
He lets out a soft noise of protest as she breaks away, his lips kiss-swollen, his hand coming to the back of her neck to offer reassurance in the event that she's having second thoughts— but the heated press of her lips against his jawline and neck tells him otherwise, drawing a soft groan from him as he tangles his fingers into her hair once more and tips his chin upwards as she mumbles against his neck.
He feels another surge of wanting move through him as he realizes precisely what she's suggesting— perhaps it was the next obvious step, but he's very glad they've found themselves on the same page at last.]
We can move.
[His voice has already grown husky, bordering on breathless, her breath against his neck eliciting a groan of appreciation, and he fumbles briefly before taking her by the hips again.]
Ah— bedroom?
[God above, his heart is racing, beating against the inside of his chest as though fit to burst.]
[In response she nods, her head buried in the crook of his neck as she does so and then pushes herself off of him to stand up. As she turns her back to him, the redness from the tips of her ears to her bare shoulders are visible. The adrenaline is what keeps her going, what makes her shimmy out of her black nightgown and kick it aside, only glancing over her shoulder at him briefly before disappearing into the hallway, her voice fading as she goes to his bedroom.
It's not hard to narrow down which one would be his. Benefits of being a co-host.]
[He's already halfway through pushing himself up to follow her when she shimmies out of her nightgown, almost losing his balance entirely as a result— he grabs for the arm of the couch to steady himself, his face flushed when she glances back at him.
Far be it from him to argue. He exhales, chuckling breathlessly as he regains himself.]
Yes, ma'am.
[He doesn't hesitate a moment further, crossing his arms in front of him as he follows her and grabbing the bottom of his henley so that he can pull it off over his head, leaving his hair mussed and letting the shirt land wherever it may, exposing his tattoo and the dusting of dark hair across his chest.
He picks up his pace to follow her closely, gently catching her waist from behind as they reach the doorway to the room he'd claimed earlier, pulling her back against his chest so that he can lean forward over her shoulder to kiss at her jawline— waiting until they actually reach the bed feels too long.]
[She emits a low hum as he catches her by the waist and kisses her jawline, right in the middle of her undoing her bra which one hand. Her heart races when her bare back makes contact with his chest; the sensation of his chest hair rubbing against her conjures all kinds of imagesโ
Her bra falls to the floor and she moves up against him until they're hip to hip, exhiliration flooding her senses again at the realization that there is hardly anything between them now.]
You areโ
[There's a laugh of disbelief as one of her hands slides down his thigh.]
[He laughs as he exhales and his breath rolls along the curve of her neck, a warm, rich sound from deep within his chest. Her hand against his thigh sends a jolt of electricity through him, the heated press of bare skin making him keenly aware of the fact that only his bottoms and the remains of her under wear remain between them, the thrill of anticipation filling him in a heady rush.
He grins, one hand sliding forward to lay flat against her stomach as his nose and lips brush against her ear, her jaw, and he raises the other to help her slide her unfastened bra over one shoulder in order to free her.]
Shouldn't I be? That doesn't sound like a real complaint.
[Now that they're finally being honest with themselves about what they want, this feels long, long overdue— that first night has never left his mind entirely, and incredible as it had been, he knows that whatever is yet to come will be better still.]
[There's a repressed hiss as his hand glides across her stomach. Somehow, she manages to maneuver them to the bed even if his laugh makes her weak in the knees and his kisses leave a warm trail against her ear and jaw.
If she were to be a little more honest, she never truly forgot about that night though it had been compartimentalized, meant to be just a pleasant memory. But in the here and now, with her heart drumming against her chest like the rain drumming outside, there will be more than just a promise of one long night.
There is one thing she recalls with clarity that she quite likes...]
Gale...?
[She places her hand on his wrist, moving it even further down her waist and letting it tease the band of her underwears.]
[That flutter of anticipation surges through his chest as she gently takes his wrist and guides his hand downwards, his fingertips brushing against where elastic meets skin, and memories of just how sweet she had sounded the last time immediately come to mind, as though it had been mere days and not months.]
As you wish.
[Said, of course, with a smile, with promise. He exhales, shifting now that they've found their way to the bed— a miracle, somehow— and letting his back come to rest against the headboard so that he can pull her into his lap, letting her lean against his chest as he secures an arm around her, his fingers playfully skimming along the edge of the band before slipping just beneath it. His bottoms still on, he raises a knee so that she's carefully cradled against him, positioned so that it's easy for him to lean down and catch her in another kiss, slow and searching while his fingers move downwards with purpose, gently stroking against velvet soft heat as nestles them sweetly between her thighs.]
[Her breath hitches as he moves them to the bed and positions her in his lap. One hand clutches at the sheets beneath her while the other holds onto his wrist as it teases its way down. It's too late for second thoughts, not that she would want to back out. The intoxication with this, with him feels unnatural, but oh so wonderful, a way to finally be truthful when all words fail.
The second his fingers start to stroke at the heat between her legs, her relieved moans are drowned by his lips and she kisses back deeply and hungrily. The hand on his wrist pushes it down insistently while her hips move into his fingers wanting more friction, more of that frustratingly exquisite movement that plays her like an instrument and steals her breath away.]
[A low chuckle is swallowed up by their heated kiss as she insistently pushes at his wrist, followed by a noise that can only mean approval, satisfaction— his heart soars to know that she wants him as badly as he has wanted her, in so many more ways than flesh, but in this moment, touch speaks far more eloquently than any words he could manage, eager to drown in her as he is.
His lips break from hers every now and then, allowing them both to the chance to breathe, but they return each and every time, lips soft and pliant as he keeps her occupied, his touch remaining steady despite her efforts to push him along, hurry him. He gently parts her folds and expertly strokes where he knows she'll be most sensitive, remembering full well how she had reacted to his touch what seems ages ago now, but he prefers the way the moment has found them now— closely entwined, the warmth of her body against his chest, free to touch and explore one another not as strangers, but as two people who have chosen to take a leap of faith together.
At last, he moves past teasing and petting, pressing two careful fingers past her entrance while her underwear catches against his wrist, his own breath hitching between kisses as he finds her wonderfully wanting, his grip against her tightening as his arm remains around her, holding her steady as he seeks to draw satisfaction from her with steady, deliberate strokes.]
[The desire for him was pent up, sealed by the dam of her own stubbornness. The reality of it, the reality of him being there for her in all ways possible was so blinding and after years of punishing herself for selfishness, it seemed so undeserved. But maybe it wasn't about who deserved whatโ maybe it was about surrendering to forgiveness and to a future where she could see herself with him, with no burdens to hold her back.
Speaking of surrender.
He holds her so closely and it's almost unbearable how he teases her heat with his touch. It's also extremely irritating (if impressive) how he apparently remembers where she's most sensitive to make her react with a shudder throughout her body and a tantilizing gasp between their kisses. Her tongue continues to flick and swirl around his.
Their kissing is interrupted by a sweet cry when he finally gives her what she wants, those talented fingers gliding inside her. Damn it. Her center is so hot and aching and the pressure he's applying is already fogging her senses with bliss. Her back arches and she lets out a breathy encouragement.]
Yesโ More of that. Just like thatโ [She swallows and tries to move in tandem with his strokes, letting out a groan as her thighs catch his wrist between them.]
[She hardly needs to ask him a second time— as her back arches, he loosens his hold on her just enough so that he can shift and allow her to lay back against the mattress, pinning his arm against the pillow above her head as he begins to smear a furious trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. He could, in theory, pause long enough to relieve her of that last scrap of clothing— but that would mean relenting, and he's unwilling to stop when she writhes and rocks against him so sweetly.
He hovers above her just enough to plant his knee between both of hers, enough to keep them from drawing closed as he pushes her higher, teases his thumb against her clit, circling and nudging against it as he crooks his fingers inside of her to stroke forward, never allowing himself to still. If she wants more, he'll gladly give it to her, and his breath is ragged as he kisses his way back to her own kiss-swollen lips, pressing his brow against hers.]
Like that?
[There's an almost teasing lilt to his voice, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes before he chases her lips for another eager kiss, unable and unwilling to stop himself now that he finally can.]
[God, it's dangerous how he acquiesces to her so willingly and without relenting. With a small yelp, she finds herself on her back and him looming over her, unstopping with his fingers and affection. Her hands find their way around his shoulders, nails digging into his back as she pants heatedly.
The mischief in his eyes, the tease in his voice, and his lips continuing to devour hers... When he pushes her higher, she lets out a luscious moan, her walls clenching around his digits. He was unraveling her so easily and her legs shake with the intensity of it all, inwardly cursing at how sensitive she is, but how incredible it is, and fuck, she knows he can go all nightโ ]
I'm... I think I'm going to...!
[Her own words sound like babbling as she breaks away from the kiss to warn him, but she remains on that dizzying precipice, at the mercy of his fingers.]
[The way she tightens around him nearly knocks his breath out him, starved as he's been for the opportunity to touch her all this time, her nails against his back on the pleasant side of biting and making him eager to see how else he might be able to inspire her to use them. He'd already been hard when they had crossed the threshold into the room; having her so animated and responsive beneath him has made him impossibly so, each pant and moan pulling at something primal deep within him that he had nearly forgotten.
She pulls back from their kiss to issue warning, and he only responds by redoubling his efforts, his touch that much more insistent, quickening his pace and nudging against that sweet spot with short, erratic strokes of his thumb to continue encouraging her towards the edge, his own breath short as he makes every effort to remain steady while she comes undone. His arm remains pinned above her head, and he buries his face against the crook of her neck to kiss and inhale the scent of her.]
He is impossibly good to her. She has to be dreaming. But his voice and breath are hot against her neck and his fingers ravish her in a way where imagination and fantasy could never compare. His efforts are rewarded as she clings to him; with a few last desperate grind of the hips, she finally comes and her voice fills the room, even overpowering the rainfall outside.]
Damn it.
[Her back melts into the mattress and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to clear her vision. Arms slide off of his back and are crossed over her face as she tries to gather herself, but fails, completely engrossed in the remaining electric shocks that make her body tremble around him.]
Ahโ
[If she had any sense, she could call it there. This would be more than enough to sate her cravings. But that would be another lie she would be telling herself and it says something about her when her knees move and close on both sides of his body, not ready to part.]
[He feels her very voice run through him as she reaches her peak; it is raw and beautiful all at once, as is the way she trembles beneath him as she comes undone, and he guides her down the other side with slow, steady strokes so as not to leave her wanting. It isn't until her hands fall away from his back that he withdraws his touch, and even then, he does so slowly, offering reassurance through gently ministrations before he finally slips his hand out from beneath the band of her underwear.
He lets his hand glide past her hip and dip beneath the small of her back as she covers her face, suppressing the urge to chuckle and instead dropping his chin to leave a reassuring kiss at the top of her sternum, careful not to let his weight rest on her entirely, her knees against waist sending another charge of excitement through him.]
Does that meant your request was well-satisfied?
[Though there's a note of gentle teasing in his voice, it is unquestionably fond.]
[She mumbles in reply and moves her arms slightly so that her green eyes can peek at him beneath the gap, wrinkling her nose as he kisses her sternum. For someone who has been in several positions over and under him, she has some pretty odd, but endearing reactions.]
You're... Impeccable. [Her face, already red, flushes even more with her awkward praise.] Like before.
[Maybe even better? She has no idea in the moment since it's obvious that they've allowed for things to change between them and it's heightening all the sensations. But she really shouldn't be pondering that when he's more than a raring to go, especially after putting off his own needs to satisfy her's first so he should beโ]
[He thinks he can understand the apparent shyness that has descended upon her, and he's hardly immune— her compliments have him flushed, as well, and he responds with a squeeze of her hip as he makes an effort to accept it graciously. His fumbling on the couch had been absent last time, too— there was a certain inherent boldness in bedding a stranger where you thought you had nothing to lose, no lasting impression to make, but now, known to one another as they are, with the night itself meaning so much more than the supposed distraction they had labelled the first time...
It just feels different, though he hardly thinks it's lesser for it. Quite the opposite, in fact.]
Truly, humbling praise—
[He's just about to shift himself upwards for another kiss, only to find himself dislodged by her suddenly propping herself up, sending him rolling onto his side.]
[He catches himself on his own elbow, momentarily stunned before she raises an admittedly important question.
There's a moment of awkward silence before he clears his throat softly, his face turning a deeper shade of crimson, with only some of it owing to eagerness.]
Ah— in my suitcase, actually.
[He flashes her a crooked, sheepish smile. Let it never be said that he isn't prepared.]
[The reality of what a dangerous situation he has found himself in is suddenly very, very clear, and while he's almost certain that he would be able to come up with an adequate answer under different circumstances, he currently finds himself— compromised.]
Rather a force of habit?
[He does note that she hasn't slowed her efforts any, and he is quick to follow her lead— fortunately, the suitcase isn't far, as he'd left it parked at the foot of the bed, and the almost comical nature of the situation does occur to him as he's leaning over the end of the bed on all fours to rummage through the front pocket, where they had been tossed as an afterthought.]
Better to have them and not need them than to have come this far and be stuck without.
[He can't, at present, imagine himself wanting to sleep with anyone else even if they hadn't found themselves here together tonight, injured though he'd been, but they way these conferences go... one never knows.]
[Her voice is wry as she finally drops her underwear to the floor, letting it slip off her finger deliberately in his view as he rummages through his suitcase.]
But I would like to think... [And then she shifts so that her back is against the headboard. When he's done finding the condoms, he'll find her sitting with her arms crossed, very barenaked, and achieving her pokerface once more (though there's no hiding that body flush).]
That I make it very difficult to make you consider anyone else twice before me. Or am I being overconfident?
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Between kisses to catch her breath, she manages to scoot closer to him until their bodies are touching and one hand presses down on one shoulder to get him on his back. Amelia doesn't hold back on her words, her feelings, and when it comes to matters like this, it's become a fiery recklessness for her to revel in with someone who had been able to traverse the storm for her.]
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He lets out a brief, muted noise of pleasant surprise as she pushes against his shoulder, but he's quick to acquiesce, letting her push him down onto his back and then sliding downwards so that the top of his head rests against the arm of the couch. He remembers seeing the sparks of this fire in her before, but it's different now, blazing brighter still as he brings both of his hands to rest against her hips, steadying her weight atop him as he tips his head upwards to meet her for another heady, hungry kiss, slow as he lets his tongue trace the curve of her lower lip before he tastes her in earnest again.
Once she's steadied, one of his hands flies to her neck as the other remains on her hip, index finger nestling behind her ear as his thumb strokes along her jawline, prepared to kiss her until he's absolutely breathless— he has a great many of them to make up for.]
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Once her hips straddles his, there's a pause as she pulls back, breathing heavily and allowing some clarity to pierce through.]
Ah. Um.
[It could have been mistaken as second thoughts taking over if it weren't for her moving her lips down Gale's jawline and then his neck and mumbling.]
Not on the couch for the rest of the night. Please?
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He lets out a soft noise of protest as she breaks away, his lips kiss-swollen, his hand coming to the back of her neck to offer reassurance in the event that she's having second thoughts— but the heated press of her lips against his jawline and neck tells him otherwise, drawing a soft groan from him as he tangles his fingers into her hair once more and tips his chin upwards as she mumbles against his neck.
He feels another surge of wanting move through him as he realizes precisely what she's suggesting— perhaps it was the next obvious step, but he's very glad they've found themselves on the same page at last.]
We can move.
[His voice has already grown husky, bordering on breathless, her breath against his neck eliciting a groan of appreciation, and he fumbles briefly before taking her by the hips again.]
Ah— bedroom?
[God above, his heart is racing, beating against the inside of his chest as though fit to burst.]
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It's not hard to narrow down which one would be his. Benefits of being a co-host.]
Well? We're moving.
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Far be it from him to argue. He exhales, chuckling breathlessly as he regains himself.]
Yes, ma'am.
[He doesn't hesitate a moment further, crossing his arms in front of him as he follows her and grabbing the bottom of his henley so that he can pull it off over his head, leaving his hair mussed and letting the shirt land wherever it may, exposing his tattoo and the dusting of dark hair across his chest.
He picks up his pace to follow her closely, gently catching her waist from behind as they reach the doorway to the room he'd claimed earlier, pulling her back against his chest so that he can lean forward over her shoulder to kiss at her jawline— waiting until they actually reach the bed feels too long.]
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Her bra falls to the floor and she moves up against him until they're hip to hip, exhiliration flooding her senses again at the realization that there is hardly anything between them now.]
You areโ
[There's a laugh of disbelief as one of her hands slides down his thigh.]
Way too eager about this.
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He grins, one hand sliding forward to lay flat against her stomach as his nose and lips brush against her ear, her jaw, and he raises the other to help her slide her unfastened bra over one shoulder in order to free her.]
Shouldn't I be? That doesn't sound like a real complaint.
[Now that they're finally being honest with themselves about what they want, this feels long, long overdue— that first night has never left his mind entirely, and incredible as it had been, he knows that whatever is yet to come will be better still.]
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If she were to be a little more honest, she never truly forgot about that night though it had been compartimentalized, meant to be just a pleasant memory. But in the here and now, with her heart drumming against her chest like the rain drumming outside, there will be more than just a promise of one long night.
There is one thing she recalls with clarity that she quite likes...]
Gale...?
[She places her hand on his wrist, moving it even further down her waist and letting it tease the band of her underwears.]
Fingers in me first...? Please?
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As you wish.
[Said, of course, with a smile, with promise. He exhales, shifting now that they've found their way to the bed— a miracle, somehow— and letting his back come to rest against the headboard so that he can pull her into his lap, letting her lean against his chest as he secures an arm around her, his fingers playfully skimming along the edge of the band before slipping just beneath it. His bottoms still on, he raises a knee so that she's carefully cradled against him, positioned so that it's easy for him to lean down and catch her in another kiss, slow and searching while his fingers move downwards with purpose, gently stroking against velvet soft heat as nestles them sweetly between her thighs.]
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The second his fingers start to stroke at the heat between her legs, her relieved moans are drowned by his lips and she kisses back deeply and hungrily. The hand on his wrist pushes it down insistently while her hips move into his fingers wanting more friction, more of that frustratingly exquisite movement that plays her like an instrument and steals her breath away.]
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His lips break from hers every now and then, allowing them both to the chance to breathe, but they return each and every time, lips soft and pliant as he keeps her occupied, his touch remaining steady despite her efforts to push him along, hurry him. He gently parts her folds and expertly strokes where he knows she'll be most sensitive, remembering full well how she had reacted to his touch what seems ages ago now, but he prefers the way the moment has found them now— closely entwined, the warmth of her body against his chest, free to touch and explore one another not as strangers, but as two people who have chosen to take a leap of faith together.
At last, he moves past teasing and petting, pressing two careful fingers past her entrance while her underwear catches against his wrist, his own breath hitching between kisses as he finds her wonderfully wanting, his grip against her tightening as his arm remains around her, holding her steady as he seeks to draw satisfaction from her with steady, deliberate strokes.]
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Speaking of surrender.
He holds her so closely and it's almost unbearable how he teases her heat with his touch. It's also extremely irritating (if impressive) how he apparently remembers where she's most sensitive to make her react with a shudder throughout her body and a tantilizing gasp between their kisses. Her tongue continues to flick and swirl around his.
Their kissing is interrupted by a sweet cry when he finally gives her what she wants, those talented fingers gliding inside her. Damn it. Her center is so hot and aching and the pressure he's applying is already fogging her senses with bliss. Her back arches and she lets out a breathy encouragement.]
Yesโ More of that. Just like thatโ [She swallows and tries to move in tandem with his strokes, letting out a groan as her thighs catch his wrist between them.]
More, Gale.
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He hovers above her just enough to plant his knee between both of hers, enough to keep them from drawing closed as he pushes her higher, teases his thumb against her clit, circling and nudging against it as he crooks his fingers inside of her to stroke forward, never allowing himself to still. If she wants more, he'll gladly give it to her, and his breath is ragged as he kisses his way back to her own kiss-swollen lips, pressing his brow against hers.]
Like that?
[There's an almost teasing lilt to his voice, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes before he chases her lips for another eager kiss, unable and unwilling to stop himself now that he finally can.]
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The mischief in his eyes, the tease in his voice, and his lips continuing to devour hers... When he pushes her higher, she lets out a luscious moan, her walls clenching around his digits. He was unraveling her so easily and her legs shake with the intensity of it all, inwardly cursing at how sensitive she is, but how incredible it is, and fuck, she knows he can go all nightโ ]
I'm... I think I'm going to...!
[Her own words sound like babbling as she breaks away from the kiss to warn him, but she remains on that dizzying precipice, at the mercy of his fingers.]
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She pulls back from their kiss to issue warning, and he only responds by redoubling his efforts, his touch that much more insistent, quickening his pace and nudging against that sweet spot with short, erratic strokes of his thumb to continue encouraging her towards the edge, his own breath short as he makes every effort to remain steady while she comes undone. His arm remains pinned above her head, and he buries his face against the crook of her neck to kiss and inhale the scent of her.]
Let go, my love, let it take you.
[An auspicious start to their night, all told.]
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He is impossibly good to her. She has to be dreaming. But his voice and breath are hot against her neck and his fingers ravish her in a way where imagination and fantasy could never compare. His efforts are rewarded as she clings to him; with a few last desperate grind of the hips, she finally comes and her voice fills the room, even overpowering the rainfall outside.]
Damn it.
[Her back melts into the mattress and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to clear her vision. Arms slide off of his back and are crossed over her face as she tries to gather herself, but fails, completely engrossed in the remaining electric shocks that make her body tremble around him.]
Ahโ
[If she had any sense, she could call it there. This would be more than enough to sate her cravings. But that would be another lie she would be telling herself and it says something about her when her knees move and close on both sides of his body, not ready to part.]
That was... You're so...
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He lets his hand glide past her hip and dip beneath the small of her back as she covers her face, suppressing the urge to chuckle and instead dropping his chin to leave a reassuring kiss at the top of her sternum, careful not to let his weight rest on her entirely, her knees against waist sending another charge of excitement through him.]
Does that meant your request was well-satisfied?
[Though there's a note of gentle teasing in his voice, it is unquestionably fond.]
That's only the start, of course.
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[She mumbles in reply and moves her arms slightly so that her green eyes can peek at him beneath the gap, wrinkling her nose as he kisses her sternum. For someone who has been in several positions over and under him, she has some pretty odd, but endearing reactions.]
You're... Impeccable. [Her face, already red, flushes even more with her awkward praise.] Like before.
[Maybe even better? She has no idea in the moment since it's obvious that they've allowed for things to change between them and it's heightening all the sensations. But she really shouldn't be pondering that when he's more than a raring to go, especially after putting off his own needs to satisfy her's first so he should beโ]
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Wait. Gale.
...
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We don't have any condoms, do we??
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It just feels different, though he hardly thinks it's lesser for it. Quite the opposite, in fact.]
Truly, humbling praise—
[He's just about to shift himself upwards for another kiss, only to find himself dislodged by her suddenly propping herself up, sending him rolling onto his side.]
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There's a moment of awkward silence before he clears his throat softly, his face turning a deeper shade of crimson, with only some of it owing to eagerness.]
Ah— in my suitcase, actually.
[He flashes her a crooked, sheepish smile. Let it never be said that he isn't prepared.]
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Expecting some action at the conference?
[Is she mad? Is she making fun of him? Who can tell, but she is removing her underwear, clearly intent on continuing.]
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Rather a force of habit?
[He does note that she hasn't slowed her efforts any, and he is quick to follow her lead— fortunately, the suitcase isn't far, as he'd left it parked at the foot of the bed, and the almost comical nature of the situation does occur to him as he's leaning over the end of the bed on all fours to rummage through the front pocket, where they had been tossed as an afterthought.]
Better to have them and not need them than to have come this far and be stuck without.
[He can't, at present, imagine himself wanting to sleep with anyone else even if they hadn't found themselves here together tonight, injured though he'd been, but they way these conferences go... one never knows.]
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[Her voice is wry as she finally drops her underwear to the floor, letting it slip off her finger deliberately in his view as he rummages through his suitcase.]
But I would like to think... [And then she shifts so that her back is against the headboard. When he's done finding the condoms, he'll find her sitting with her arms crossed, very barenaked, and achieving her pokerface once more (though there's no hiding that body flush).]
That I make it very difficult to make you consider anyone else twice before me. Or am I being overconfident?
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