[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[justdidntseeit]

[ "three days." ]

Kate's asleep on her side in Boo's too-small bed, neck bent at an awkward angle. One arm is draped around Boo's snoring form, and the fingers of her free hand are still loosely curled around a dog-eared paperback on the pink comforter. An impressive assortment of Boo's books litter the floor, and a small stack is perched precariously between the edge of the mattress and Kate's heel.

She hasn't been sleeping long, her breathing still shallow and features not as relaxed as they could be.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

He lets out a deep, rushed breath that's almost a groan when he feels her tighten around him.

Arching his hips beneath her, he tries to find the spot inside her that will bring her towards that edge he's closing in on with each movement above him she makes.

Grazing her earlobe with his teeth, he murmurs a low, wordless encouragement to her.

[justdidntseeit]

She can tell he's much closer than she is; shivering at the rumble of his voice, she reaches for his hand and brings it to her lips.

Sucking his thumb into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around its pad.

Shifting, she sits up — and oh god, the change in angle nearly makes her cry out — and guides his hand between her legs.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His eyes open and lock onto her mouth as she takes his thumb in. When she sits up his breathing hitches and he grits his teeth to stifle the sounds that want to escape.

Sweeping his eyes down her front from her breasts to where they're joined as she guides his hand, he touches her, brushing her clit with his thumb as she rolls her hips against his.

[justdidntseeit]

Her body jerks and she rocks into the light touch, wanting — needing — more.

She keeps her movements smooth and slow and steady, not wanting to push Bill past the edge just yet. Her eyes slip shut and her head falls back, her hair tumbling past her shoulder blades.

She slides her palms up her torso and cups her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingertips.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He strengthens his touch, rubbing her clit in time with the motions of her hips. Moving beneath her, he pushes himself into her deeper, careful to keep the pace she's setting so he doesn't lose himself before she's there with him.

With his free hand he trails his fingertips from her hip down her thigh and back up again in a slow motion; watching her tease her breasts, the sight making his breath shudder and his blood burn hotter.

[justdidntseeit]

She's trembling under his hands (and hers, as she pinches a nipple and strokes the underside of her other breast), and every circle of his thumb takes her higher.

Tension mushrooms in the pit of her stomach while she concentrates on the feel of him beneath her and inside her.

God, she's so close, but not quite --

(there, wait, there)

Her back stiffens and her head snaps forward; she braces herself with her palms on his chest as she unravels.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His hips match her rhythym, thrusting against her while she rides him, and his breathing is ragged as he tries to keep the silence and hold on a little longer.

She feels so damn good, her slick tight heat and steady motions send him closer and closer towards that edge, and he's not certain he can hold on.

When he feels her react to his touch he does it again, wanting so much to give her what both their bodies are craving.

Feeling her reach her peak ignites his senses and it only takes a few more strokes before he follows her. Pressing his head back hard against the pillows, and shutting his eyes tight, his hand leaves her leg to fist in the sheets as he comes hard and holds in the groan of satisfaction trying to escape his lips.

[justdidntseeit]

Her nails mark his chest with tiny crescents while she silently comes undone, her breathing harsh and uneven.

Synapses searing with pleasure, she keeps moving with him, for him, until they're both spent.

With a shaky sigh, she smiles down at him while her fingers uncurl to rest flat on his torso.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

A wave of pleasure envelopes him as he releases and he can't think, only feel as her hips keep moving against his through their climax.

It's a long while before he can lift his head again to look at her, and he gives her a warm, rather content smile.

Pulling in an unsteady breath he lets go of the bedspread and holds his hand out to her.

C'mere."

[justdidntseeit]

She bends, resting her forearms on the pillow on either side of his head while her fingers comb through his hair.

She's still smiling faintly as she brushes her nose against his.

"Hi."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He wraps his arm around her and lifts his other to smooth the palm of his hand along her side.

"Hey."

[justdidntseeit]

"Mmm."

Eyes slipping shut, she presses into the touch.

"Forgot how good you are at this, sheriff."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Smile widening, he rests his forehead against hers, fingertips playing lightly against her ribs.

"Not bad yourself."

As is evidenced by the way his heart is still beating just a little too fast against his chest.

[justdidntseeit]

She shivers at the gentle touch and kisses the corner of that smile.

(Her heart rate matches his.)

"Thank you."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"For what? This?"

He tightens his arm around her, feeling a different, a better, kind of exhaustion than the past few weeks, starting to creep into his muscles and bones.

[justdidntseeit]

"For -- "

For this. For not letting your temper get the best of you like I did.

"Yeah. This."

Her mouth finds his ear.

"Everything."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Mmm. Thank you, Kate."

For everything.

His hand starts a lazy motion up and down her back and he's getting dangerously close to falling asleep as they are. He wants to hold onto this moment a little longer, though, keep her in his arms like this for awhile more.

[justdidntseeit]

Her smile widens; she arches languidly into the touch like a sated cat.

"No getting sappy on me. I won't want to move."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Who says I want you to?"

Trailing a hand up her back, he threads his fingers through her hair, stroking lightly.

[justdidntseeit]

"You're doing it again," she teases, breathing a laugh into the side of his neck.

She'll move in a minute. Clean-up can wait that long.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Doin' what?"

He turns his face into her hair to hide a grin.

"Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout."

[justdidntseeit]

She almost tells him he's the worst liar at the end of the universe, but talking takes too much effort when her muscles have melted and they're wrapped in each other like this.

So she settles for nuzzling his jaw for the moment, and when she finally sits up and eases off him, it's with a soft, reluctant sigh.

"Want some water while I'm up?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He echoes the sigh, letting her go and settling his hand on his chest, running the other hand through his hair.

"Yeah, thanks."

[justdidntseeit]

"No thanking."

She brushes her lips against his cheek and pads toward the bathroom on silent feet; when she returns a few minutes later, she has a bottle of water and a couple of wet wipes for him in tow.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He gives her another smile instead of saying 'thank you' again and takes what she offers.

Letting out a quick breath of a laugh, he jumps a little in the bed as he starts cleaning up.

"Wet wipes're cold."