[ it helps when she lifts to brush her nose against his in an affectionate little gesture, and then again, in a way that has his eyes shutting briefly, chasing after her mouth before stopping in his path to let her speak.
it's important, what they're talking about. he wants to know more about how Natasha knows, how much she knows, or the string of questions around all the little details of every fact his brain demands as a force of nature, almost, but her touch along his neck derails those thoughts. a quiver having very little to do with the cold races from his pulse point down his spine. ]
Yeah. [ he nods, forehead tipping against hers. ] Yeah, of course. I'd like that. [ because he understands every bit of her need for privacy. she's opened up to him slowly over the past year, with every passing week and month bringing new details to fill in the outline of her. he's found himself engrossed in all of it, fascinated by the woman she is, that she's come to be, but he knows that it's a rare thing for her to open up like this. so he understands the gravity of her invitation, and he thinks it shows in the smile that tugs on his lips as kisses her again, longing to continue their rudely interrupted time under the mistletoe.
he's never been opposed to PDA, either, but as with most things, it's proving to be a little different with her. perhaps it's the territory she comes with, that so much of her life is in the public eye, having been an avenger, or that he knows she'd rather not be exposed like this. it's once he feels the kiss deepening, his own breathing growing heavier as his hand climbs from her waist to her back, spreading broad and warm on her skin above the bodice, that he manages to skid to a stop. he pulls away with a last lingering press of lips.
there's a hum against her mouth, a warm, promising tone, deep in his chest as he smiles at her. ]
( there's a gratitude that hums from her that he doesn't question her further, doesn't linger on the fact that only one of the many avengers knew that she was with someone in that way. though it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, as it was they had to pepper her phone with messages and voicemails to even get so much as a baseline response ā it's not for lack of caring, they know. she assures herself they know, much as she hopes he does.
there were so many layers to her that needed to be unfastened, read thoroughly and then read over again ā his quiet understanding is still something she's getting used to.
and he doesn't agree with her just to assuage the topic, just to quiet it. there's a promise there, much as there is with anything he does, a wholehearted intent that translates seamlessly into his mouth seeking hers once more. he'll feel her lips curve into it, her body respond by curving into a comma against his own, the smooth traveling of his palms against the small of her back. the hum she emits gives way to a hint of hunger that's come to find her, now that they're secluded, even if it doesn't quite belong here.
there's something within her that doesn't quite care, however, as the kiss breaks around a scattered breath. a tiny noise in complaint leaves her, and while she'll allow him to retract just slightly, the way his own hum dips into that very distinct octave only serves to goad her. )
Mm... ( a soft, honeyed drawlā playful, as if consideringā but the twine of her arms doesn't relent, winding one of her palms back to find the cradle of his jaw, tracing her thumb beneath the bow of his lower lip. ) When you've just gotten me all to yourself?
That'd be a shame, don't you think? ( she's testing the waters, searching his gaze as she taunts their brims together, only just barely, though he'll undoubtedly catch the suggestion laden on her tongue. )
[ he'll have more questions later and flesh out the details in a pre-briefing of actually meeting the avengers. as immune as he is to stage fright (he was a performer before he met Bruce), he knows that meeting them is akin to meeting her family. even with the distance, they must be the closest she has.
but the thought it chased as she closes the inches between them again, just as he was about to guide them away, and the quiet sound she makes laced with a need draws all his attention back to her, malleable with the playful lilt in her voice. a part of him is still stunned that this is all it takes from her--a look, a touch, and he's rethinking it all, mind quickly scanning back to the overview he took of this place when they first walked in. ]
Well--[ he agrees through a tone, a tip of his head into her small palm punctuated by the cool tips of her fingers. he catches her thumb with his mouth then, eyes down casting briefly as he purses his lip against her digit in a soft kiss.
she knows he's addicted to adrenaline, to risk, to the chase and to danger, as much as he justifies it with the cause, he's not above caving to any of this for their own pleasure, not above breaking the rules for their own fun. his smile widens as his gaze takes on a daring hint, and the softness of his lips give to the edge of teeth against the pad of her thumb. ]
It's a long drive, right? [ they move differently now, no longer drifting to the music, but with a kind of purpose as he kisses her again and again, taking them backwards, steadying hands finding her waist and wandering in their path as he steps forward and she steps back toward the service entrance below the winding stair.
his words barely surface over the kiss now, pressed into her mouth with the chase of his tongue and the mist between them. ] And I've been patient all night. Like you have, hm?
( their gazes align as he peppers a peck to the tip of her thumb, watching with pupils in full bloom as his features shift knowinglyā never will she witness the sight of want coloring him and not be intoxicated by it. it goes against everything he fights to keep in order, both in and out of the nitewing suit, but neither of them fared well when it came to temptation. it was their night, after all, and decidedly one they could spend how they chose; they didn't need to turn in so soon. )
Incredibly long. ( exaggerated with a pout, as if she needed to play it up. it's hardly more than twenty minutes to their hotel, and considering the time of night it'd likely be less, but right now there isn't any bit of her that's willing to part from him just yet. not when they've been so busy with parties, appearances, often finding allure more at the idea of sleep when they finally make it back.
she's transfixed by his mouth, how it stretches to give way to his smile that only grows as he begins to lead her backward, guiding her blindly and disrupting the wonder that sparks as to where exactly with every lapse of his lips with hers. she meets him where she can, nimble fingertips are already making work of the neat knot of the tie beneath his collar.
a hot puff of a breath greets him as he parts to speak, and it takes her a moment to find use of her tongue if not toying with his, eyes half-lidded, a concoction of thrill and amusement dancing between them. ) Very patient. We've been on our best behavior. ( a velveteen slur, the barest hint of dormant sokovian sneaking into her tone. a tug at the silk of his tie, haphazardly unfastened, just as teeth find purchase at the bed of his lip, nearly mimicking the motionā taking care to catch sharply at the last few moments before it slips free. oh, she's in a mood, tonight.
she hears the thud of his palm colliding with something: a door, she assumes, given the heat that greets her ankles, jacket slipping off one of her shoulders. )
[ this is the part heās fought hardest: the skill to delineate around his darker temptations, to pick out the moments he could allow to himself, to give in to what he truly desired. when it comes to her, heās struggled with it too. they both have, and thatās why having this night to themselves is so important.
he can't find a single reason why he shouldnāt be chasing after that cute little pout, pressing her back until sheās flush against the door and heās flush against her. his jacket shields her from the chill of the door plank, but it slides promisingly down her shoulder. heās only patient enough to let her words shape between them before wanting a taste of that alluring accent weaves around her syllables. it's an indication of sorts, as much as the sharpness of her teeth that catches the end of a taunting drag, speaking volumes about what she wants. a quick inhale hisses between his own teeth, before a huff of a laugh presses to her jaw and a nip of his own follows at her pulse point. ]
Glad you think so too, [ are the smothered words to the crook of her neck above the exposed shoulder. one hand searches for the lever of the door, as the other glides down her waist, smoothing along the satin and sweep of her hip. his digits curve under her thigh, encouraging her to lift to her toes, to let him press closer between her legs where her invites him in.
but his other hand comes to a stop as the handle barely gives and clinks in its locked position. ]
Fuck. [ frustration catches in his throat as he lifts his head up to look at her, eyes blown wide with desire as his own teeth catch his bottom lip and a resigned half shake of his head halts the sear under his skin. ]
( jacket or not, she can feel the frigidity of the metal cutting through the fabric, but she finds herself savoring the crisp sting in contrast to the travels of his palms ā hot to the touch, teeth where her pulse lurches up, as if evidence of what he did to her, how he unraveled her so easily. (does he know what he's done, feeding her this way? how insatiable she can be?) it runs rampant beneath her skin, a thunderous sound she can't help but to wonder if he can hear, taste, lingering so close.
his hold circles beneath her knee and her limbs respond without so much as a thought, hitching her leg up higher to his side, allowing him to slot between her thighs, exposing bare skin courtesy the slit in her dress. a tasteful divide that could hardly be seen as inappropriate, but undoubtedly chosen with him in mind ā that tendency of his to station his palm across her lap while he drove, how often one or the other tempted the touch higherĀ ā a seedling of want already planted before the night had begun.
lithe fingers lose themselves within the thick chocolate of his locks, as if to encourage his affections where he'd started them, and when the curse breaks between them he's hardly gotten the words out before she gives a brief flit of fingers at their side, red tendrils cloaking the latch if only for a moment before the lock shifts from its rightful place.
a tug at his hair in encouragement, lips parting to brush against his. )
I have a present. ( it's spoken like silk, low and sweet as she shrugs shrugs a shoulder, allowing the thin strap of her dress to drop, revealing only a hint of the matching lingerie that waits beneath.
she juts a thumb to press at his mouth before he can utter a word. ) Just a taste. ( she tuts, dragging his lip downward til it stumbles to his chin, trailing his throat with a wicked smile. ) You can unwrap it later.
[ she knows just how encouraging it is for him when her fingers tug just like that, sending little pinpricks racing along his skin to gather hungrily in his core, bursting with the husky oh that falls from his lips. itās a promise, a warning, maybe, in response to the gift she dangles right before his eyes as he pulls back just enough to look.
and look he does. the heat darkens in gaze as his mouth parts beneath her thumb, his throat working around a swallow when her touch blazes hot in its wake. the red lace peeks just above the draped satin of her dress and lays stark against her skin, outlining glimpses beneath the delicate pattern. sheāll feel his chuckle more than hear it, the rumble winding tight with his quickened pulse. she must know how he gets when she smiles at him like that, when she teases with that touch at his throat. heās sensitive there.
the latche releases with a twist of his wrist and he holds her weight against him with his grip under her leg. the door gives beneath them, but he only steps in enough to get to the other side, to push her back against its warm side until itās slamming shut again, perhaps with more force than needed. she can handle it. the lock clicks back into place, loud in the empty service corridor, lit only by dim floor lights.
this is what she wants, isnāt it? him, exploiting that slit, the satin of her dress pooling at his wrist as his touch carves up her thigh to greedily touch whatever skin he can reach? his other hand, lifting off the lock to delve into her hair, to gather the carefully styled locks into a tangled handful, a sharp tug so his mouth can find purchase at her clavicles. itās soft only briefly before a bite scrapes hard against its ridge. ]
( it's a swift motion that leaves her momentarily dazed, the unforgiving breath of winter exchanged for something warmer, darker, only able to make out his features given he's so close. the breath that'd been held at her throat with the motion is quickly dispelled with the force of his pinning her right back in place, only mirrored, now, inside where the cold couldn't reachā and, advantageously, all to himself. a bite to her collar, a fistful of her hair that exposes the heart of her throat as he tugs her head back into a lustful crane.
a low, sultry moan escapes her, seemingly accentuated given the unoccupied space. )
Unless you feel like sharing. ( she certainly didn'tā surely there was another means to access the room they've managed themselves into from the inside, but what was the probability someone would come wandering this way? the comment serves dual purposes, to goad that possessive urge of his, and the last bit of warning to be heeded, should they want to indulge their pleasures uninterrupted.
only, she's not particularly gifted at staying quiet, something he knows well of her, and while he mars at her collar with teeth and lips alike, she's making quick work of the upper buttons of his dress shirt. impatience tugs another free where it meets his sternum, snaking her palm in to feel the heated plane of his chest, upward to round his shoulder where nails find purchase.
with her weight lifted from the floor she's every bit at mercy of his pacing, but that doesn't mean she can't make her insistence known: heel digging at the back of his thigh, assisting the roll of her hips seeking out any bit of friction they can find. she stays hushed for what she can, clinging to a fraying self control. )
I don't, [ he answers, and she knows well that he never does, but it gets to him anyway, ricochets up the stakes just how she wants it to. an answering hum of his gets pressed to her skin, one that frays at the edges as the sound of her moan starts to take him apart at the seams.
but he's bad at heeding warnings. he's good at weighing and assessing them, at coming up with a plan, but to actually back off is not in his nature. it's possible for someone to stumble upon them, but they'll hear footsteps, or a door, or the lights will flicker on and give them a real warning, so for now, it only ups the urgency. they'll take advantage of what moments they have.
he easily follows the roll of her hips, his growing hardness pressing to her heat, that satin loosening the slide between them in a teasing, frustrating way. but her warm touch makes up for it, then the prickle of her nails making his voice hitch, and before her words are even out, his hand untangles from her hair and trails down the side of her neck, over the mount of a breast, down the curve of her waist before sliding beneath the satin. his fingers tease at the edge of the satin at her hip and follows it along the inner bend. ]
I know, [ he breathes, pulling back just enough to slide his hand between them, to cup her at her core. ] You've had this on all night--you must've been thinking about it, hm? How fucking crazy you'd make me when you finally told me?
( his palm leaves a blaze in its trail, large enough against her petite stature to bracket the width of her neck, find a perfect palm of her chest before finding home beneath the satin that brushes smooth against her skin, easy to manipulate, bunch, tear if he weren't careful. she could be honest, tell him the lingerie was intended for when they were tucked away in the solitude of their hotel suiteā it's not as if she intended for her appetite to spike the way it did, but she should've known better. him in a suit and tie, however common it was during the season, did the job on its own.
a sharp intake of a breath when he palms at the apex of her thighs, hips giving a responsive little rut at the touch, as if it only served to rile her further than grant her any gratification. with scarlet tendrils released she's able to steal a glance between them, the tanned expanse of his abdomen with the way his shirt billows and where his wrist disappears where she needs it most. )
I thought you might discover it for yourself.
( teeth latch onto the inner of her cheek, tipping her head to the side only for lips to brush his temple, sure he'll feel the heated breath curl against the shell of his ear. she can't help but to clutch wherever she touches, free hand finding a clasp at the forearm that divides them, an urging, clear-polished nails biting in as they so often did. )
And later you will, when I'm on top of you. ( eyes flutter closed, frustration kindling betwixt her hips. ) For all your impatience, you seem to enjoy making me wait.
[ he hums in response to her frustrated words, a warm, questioning thing, as if he's giving any real consideration to thinking through what they're doing. as if logical thought was any part of the decision to shut them into this dark room in the first place. his hand follows the shift of her hips, giving barely any satisfaction to the motion despite the grip of her own hand.
he can feel her nails biting through the thin fabric of the dress shirt, digging in the way he revels in, when they're entwined, that edge of pain making pleasure even sharper in its wake. now, the prickle sends anticipation up his spine, only made worse with the promise in her words, heated so close to his ear. ]
Sorry baby, I didn't know I was making it so bad for you.
[ he's teasing, and it's obvious in his tone, its false empathy drawn out, low and husky as he shifts, his free hand finding her thigh to support her. she'll hear his smile. the palm between her legs shifts so his fingers trace along her slit, feeling the heat of her through the thin lace of her panties, slowly whetting beneath his fingers as he drifts only gently for now. he can only imagine the lace, the bright red colour stark between her thighs, dark where they're damp, how gorgeous she'd look, deliciously perched over him, all that scarlet draped around her shoulders, the swell of her breasts as she draws heavy breaths. ]
You didn't say what you want. Is it--this? [ fingers trace a broad, lazy circle around her clit before zoning in to rock against her just the way she likes it, just enough pressure to give her something with tight little rubs. ]
Or... more? [ his teeth find the lobe of her ear, scraping along its outer shell, careful of her earrings as he pulls his hand away, only to slip it beneath her panties, no doubt stretching the delicate fabric as he parts her folds with his touch. his exhale catches a hint of a groan, feeling his digits slip against her hot core. ] Like this? Tell me.
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it's important, what they're talking about. he wants to know more about how Natasha knows, how much she knows, or the string of questions around all the little details of every fact his brain demands as a force of nature, almost, but her touch along his neck derails those thoughts. a quiver having very little to do with the cold races from his pulse point down his spine. ]
Yeah. [ he nods, forehead tipping against hers. ] Yeah, of course. I'd like that. [ because he understands every bit of her need for privacy. she's opened up to him slowly over the past year, with every passing week and month bringing new details to fill in the outline of her. he's found himself engrossed in all of it, fascinated by the woman she is, that she's come to be, but he knows that it's a rare thing for her to open up like this. so he understands the gravity of her invitation, and he thinks it shows in the smile that tugs on his lips as kisses her again, longing to continue their rudely interrupted time under the mistletoe.
he's never been opposed to PDA, either, but as with most things, it's proving to be a little different with her. perhaps it's the territory she comes with, that so much of her life is in the public eye, having been an avenger, or that he knows she'd rather not be exposed like this. it's once he feels the kiss deepening, his own breathing growing heavier as his hand climbs from her waist to her back, spreading broad and warm on her skin above the bodice, that he manages to skid to a stop. he pulls away with a last lingering press of lips.
there's a hum against her mouth, a warm, promising tone, deep in his chest as he smiles at her. ]
Think we should get outta here?
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there were so many layers to her that needed to be unfastened, read thoroughly and then read over again ā his quiet understanding is still something she's getting used to.
and he doesn't agree with her just to assuage the topic, just to quiet it. there's a promise there, much as there is with anything he does, a wholehearted intent that translates seamlessly into his mouth seeking hers once more. he'll feel her lips curve into it, her body respond by curving into a comma against his own, the smooth traveling of his palms against the small of her back. the hum she emits gives way to a hint of hunger that's come to find her, now that they're secluded, even if it doesn't quite belong here.
there's something within her that doesn't quite care, however, as the kiss breaks around a scattered breath. a tiny noise in complaint leaves her, and while she'll allow him to retract just slightly, the way his own hum dips into that very distinct octave only serves to goad her. )
Mm... ( a soft, honeyed drawlā playful, as if consideringā but the twine of her arms doesn't relent, winding one of her palms back to find the cradle of his jaw, tracing her thumb beneath the bow of his lower lip. ) When you've just gotten me all to yourself?
That'd be a shame, don't you think? ( she's testing the waters, searching his gaze as she taunts their brims together, only just barely, though he'll undoubtedly catch the suggestion laden on her tongue. )
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but the thought it chased as she closes the inches between them again, just as he was about to guide them away, and the quiet sound she makes laced with a need draws all his attention back to her, malleable with the playful lilt in her voice. a part of him is still stunned that this is all it takes from her--a look, a touch, and he's rethinking it all, mind quickly scanning back to the overview he took of this place when they first walked in. ]
Well--[ he agrees through a tone, a tip of his head into her small palm punctuated by the cool tips of her fingers. he catches her thumb with his mouth then, eyes down casting briefly as he purses his lip against her digit in a soft kiss.
she knows he's addicted to adrenaline, to risk, to the chase and to danger, as much as he justifies it with the cause, he's not above caving to any of this for their own pleasure, not above breaking the rules for their own fun. his smile widens as his gaze takes on a daring hint, and the softness of his lips give to the edge of teeth against the pad of her thumb. ]
It's a long drive, right? [ they move differently now, no longer drifting to the music, but with a kind of purpose as he kisses her again and again, taking them backwards, steadying hands finding her waist and wandering in their path as he steps forward and she steps back toward the service entrance below the winding stair.
his words barely surface over the kiss now, pressed into her mouth with the chase of his tongue and the mist between them. ] And I've been patient all night. Like you have, hm?
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Incredibly long. ( exaggerated with a pout, as if she needed to play it up. it's hardly more than twenty minutes to their hotel, and considering the time of night it'd likely be less, but right now there isn't any bit of her that's willing to part from him just yet. not when they've been so busy with parties, appearances, often finding allure more at the idea of sleep when they finally make it back.
she's transfixed by his mouth, how it stretches to give way to his smile that only grows as he begins to lead her backward, guiding her blindly and disrupting the wonder that sparks as to where exactly with every lapse of his lips with hers. she meets him where she can, nimble fingertips are already making work of the neat knot of the tie beneath his collar.
a hot puff of a breath greets him as he parts to speak, and it takes her a moment to find use of her tongue if not toying with his, eyes half-lidded, a concoction of thrill and amusement dancing between them. ) Very patient. We've been on our best behavior. ( a velveteen slur, the barest hint of dormant sokovian sneaking into her tone. a tug at the silk of his tie, haphazardly unfastened, just as teeth find purchase at the bed of his lip, nearly mimicking the motionā taking care to catch sharply at the last few moments before it slips free. oh, she's in a mood, tonight.
she hears the thud of his palm colliding with something: a door, she assumes, given the heat that greets her ankles, jacket slipping off one of her shoulders. )
We should change that.
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he can't find a single reason why he shouldnāt be chasing after that cute little pout, pressing her back until sheās flush against the door and heās flush against her. his jacket shields her from the chill of the door plank, but it slides promisingly down her shoulder. heās only patient enough to let her words shape between them before wanting a taste of that alluring accent weaves around her syllables. it's an indication of sorts, as much as the sharpness of her teeth that catches the end of a taunting drag, speaking volumes about what she wants. a quick inhale hisses between his own teeth, before a huff of a laugh presses to her jaw and a nip of his own follows at her pulse point. ]
Glad you think so too, [ are the smothered words to the crook of her neck above the exposed shoulder. one hand searches for the lever of the door, as the other glides down her waist, smoothing along the satin and sweep of her hip. his digits curve under her thigh, encouraging her to lift to her toes, to let him press closer between her legs where her invites him in.
but his other hand comes to a stop as the handle barely gives and clinks in its locked position. ]
Fuck. [ frustration catches in his throat as he lifts his head up to look at her, eyes blown wide with desire as his own teeth catch his bottom lip and a resigned half shake of his head halts the sear under his skin. ]
Think you couldā¦?
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his hold circles beneath her knee and her limbs respond without so much as a thought, hitching her leg up higher to his side, allowing him to slot between her thighs, exposing bare skin courtesy the slit in her dress. a tasteful divide that could hardly be seen as inappropriate, but undoubtedly chosen with him in mind ā that tendency of his to station his palm across her lap while he drove, how often one or the other tempted the touch higherĀ ā a seedling of want already planted before the night had begun.
lithe fingers lose themselves within the thick chocolate of his locks, as if to encourage his affections where he'd started them, and when the curse breaks between them he's hardly gotten the words out before she gives a brief flit of fingers at their side, red tendrils cloaking the latch if only for a moment before the lock shifts from its rightful place.
a tug at his hair in encouragement, lips parting to brush against his. )
I have a present. ( it's spoken like silk, low and sweet as she shrugs shrugs a shoulder, allowing the thin strap of her dress to drop, revealing only a hint of the matching lingerie that waits beneath.
she juts a thumb to press at his mouth before he can utter a word. ) Just a taste. ( she tuts, dragging his lip downward til it stumbles to his chin, trailing his throat with a wicked smile. ) You can unwrap it later.
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and look he does. the heat darkens in gaze as his mouth parts beneath her thumb, his throat working around a swallow when her touch blazes hot in its wake. the red lace peeks just above the draped satin of her dress and lays stark against her skin, outlining glimpses beneath the delicate pattern. sheāll feel his chuckle more than hear it, the rumble winding tight with his quickened pulse. she must know how he gets when she smiles at him like that, when she teases with that touch at his throat. heās sensitive there.
the latche releases with a twist of his wrist and he holds her weight against him with his grip under her leg. the door gives beneath them, but he only steps in enough to get to the other side, to push her back against its warm side until itās slamming shut again, perhaps with more force than needed. she can handle it. the lock clicks back into place, loud in the empty service corridor, lit only by dim floor lights.
this is what she wants, isnāt it? him, exploiting that slit, the satin of her dress pooling at his wrist as his touch carves up her thigh to greedily touch whatever skin he can reach? his other hand, lifting off the lock to delve into her hair, to gather the carefully styled locks into a tangled handful, a sharp tug so his mouth can find purchase at her clavicles. itās soft only briefly before a bite scrapes hard against its ridge. ]
I donāt feel like waiting.
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a low, sultry moan escapes her, seemingly accentuated given the unoccupied space. )
Unless you feel like sharing. ( she certainly didn'tā surely there was another means to access the room they've managed themselves into from the inside, but what was the probability someone would come wandering this way? the comment serves dual purposes, to goad that possessive urge of his, and the last bit of warning to be heeded, should they want to indulge their pleasures uninterrupted.
only, she's not particularly gifted at staying quiet, something he knows well of her, and while he mars at her collar with teeth and lips alike, she's making quick work of the upper buttons of his dress shirt. impatience tugs another free where it meets his sternum, snaking her palm in to feel the heated plane of his chest, upward to round his shoulder where nails find purchase.
with her weight lifted from the floor she's every bit at mercy of his pacing, but that doesn't mean she can't make her insistence known: heel digging at the back of his thigh, assisting the roll of her hips seeking out any bit of friction they can find. she stays hushed for what she can, clinging to a fraying self control. )
I need you.
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but he's bad at heeding warnings. he's good at weighing and assessing them, at coming up with a plan, but to actually back off is not in his nature. it's possible for someone to stumble upon them, but they'll hear footsteps, or a door, or the lights will flicker on and give them a real warning, so for now, it only ups the urgency. they'll take advantage of what moments they have.
he easily follows the roll of her hips, his growing hardness pressing to her heat, that satin loosening the slide between them in a teasing, frustrating way. but her warm touch makes up for it, then the prickle of her nails making his voice hitch, and before her words are even out, his hand untangles from her hair and trails down the side of her neck, over the mount of a breast, down the curve of her waist before sliding beneath the satin. his fingers tease at the edge of the satin at her hip and follows it along the inner bend. ]
I know, [ he breathes, pulling back just enough to slide his hand between them, to cup her at her core. ] You've had this on all night--you must've been thinking about it, hm? How fucking crazy you'd make me when you finally told me?
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a sharp intake of a breath when he palms at the apex of her thighs, hips giving a responsive little rut at the touch, as if it only served to rile her further than grant her any gratification. with scarlet tendrils released she's able to steal a glance between them, the tanned expanse of his abdomen with the way his shirt billows and where his wrist disappears where she needs it most. )
I thought you might discover it for yourself.
( teeth latch onto the inner of her cheek, tipping her head to the side only for lips to brush his temple, sure he'll feel the heated breath curl against the shell of his ear. she can't help but to clutch wherever she touches, free hand finding a clasp at the forearm that divides them, an urging, clear-polished nails biting in as they so often did. )
And later you will, when I'm on top of you. ( eyes flutter closed, frustration kindling betwixt her hips. ) For all your impatience, you seem to enjoy making me wait.
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he can feel her nails biting through the thin fabric of the dress shirt, digging in the way he revels in, when they're entwined, that edge of pain making pleasure even sharper in its wake. now, the prickle sends anticipation up his spine, only made worse with the promise in her words, heated so close to his ear. ]
Sorry baby, I didn't know I was making it so bad for you.
[ he's teasing, and it's obvious in his tone, its false empathy drawn out, low and husky as he shifts, his free hand finding her thigh to support her. she'll hear his smile. the palm between her legs shifts so his fingers trace along her slit, feeling the heat of her through the thin lace of her panties, slowly whetting beneath his fingers as he drifts only gently for now. he can only imagine the lace, the bright red colour stark between her thighs, dark where they're damp, how gorgeous she'd look, deliciously perched over him, all that scarlet draped around her shoulders, the swell of her breasts as she draws heavy breaths. ]
You didn't say what you want. Is it--this? [ fingers trace a broad, lazy circle around her clit before zoning in to rock against her just the way she likes it, just enough pressure to give her something with tight little rubs. ]
Or... more? [ his teeth find the lobe of her ear, scraping along its outer shell, careful of her earrings as he pulls his hand away, only to slip it beneath her panties, no doubt stretching the delicate fabric as he parts her folds with his touch. his exhale catches a hint of a groan, feeling his digits slip against her hot core. ] Like this? Tell me.