[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[justdidntseeit]

[ "see you soon, sheriff." ]

Despite the anticipation humming in her veins -- or maybe because of it -- Kate takes her time in the shower, reveling in the simple pleasure of inhabiting her own body once more.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

When he enters the room, he does his best to control his anticipation.

Hearing the shower still running he starts heading towards the bathroom, then gets an idea and goes to the kitchen area instead; intent on getting a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.

[justdidntseeit]

Exiting the bathroom a few minutes later, she's wrapped in the soft smells of pineapple and almonds, wearing nothing but the Colts jersey; her hair is piled in a messy bun, mostly dry but misted with spray from the showerhead.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He's changed, dressed down to a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

When the door opens he steps out with a grin, holding out a glass of wine for her.

The sight of her in nothing but the jersey makes his jaw drop, and almost the glass along with it.



"Wow."

[justdidntseeit]

Cheeks warming, she closes the distance between them and takes the glass with a smirk.

"Yeah?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The corner of his mouth tugs back into a smirk as he looks her over, and he nods.

"Yeah."

A whole lot of yeah.

[justdidntseeit]

Flushing hotter, her free hand smooths down to mid-thigh, fingers needlessly straightening the oversized jersey's hem.

She sets down her wineglass and steps closer. One hand at his shoulder, she lifts the other to cup his cheek, her fingertips feathering along his jawline.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His eyes follow her hand down, then move back up to her face when she steps closer.

Her light touch along his stubble sends a shiver right through him. Turning into her touch, he bends low and brushes his lips against hers.

One hand settles on her waist, and he's not sure he wants that soak now if it means her losing the jersey.

[justdidntseeit]

Her palm skims his jaw as her fingertips thread into his hair, his stubble a soft-rough slide against her skin.

She smiles against his mouth before she tilts into the kiss, her chin lifting to deepen it. Rising on her toes, her fingers curl into the cotton of his shirt.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His hand moves from her hip to wrap around her waist, drawing her closer.His other hand moves down her side, sliding along the sleek material of the jersey to it's hem; fingertips finding bare skin underneath.

"Christ, Kate, have y'got me turned on like hell," he murmurs against her mouth, squeezing her thigh.

[justdidntseeit]

She presses close against him, inviting more contact.

"That's the idea," she says, voice low, and teases his upper lip with hers.

Her hand leaves his shoulder to cup the side of his neck, and the pad of her thumb drags a slow line from his chin to his pulse-point.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His Adam's apple bobs and his heart thumps harder against his chest.

"I sure do love your ideas."

Forgetting about the wine, he starts moving them in the direction of the bed. His hand moves to her ass, and he smiles when he finds she really doesn't have anything on beneath the jersey.

[justdidntseeit]

She breathes a laugh into his collarbone, warmth pooling and spreading under his touch and beneath her skin.

Tipping her head, her nose bumps his chin when the backs of her calves meet the bed.

"My ideas?"

She cups his face between her palms, drawing him close for a playful kiss.

"You get a say in this, too, sheriff."

A grin.

"And if you don't like what I'm wearing, just say so -- I can change."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Nah-uh. What you got on is just fine."

He moves his mouth from hers to her cheek, then down to her neck.

"Looks good on you."

[justdidntseeit]

Eyes closing, she smiles to herself.

"Thanks."

Her breath catches when his lips meet a certain spot, and the feel of his stubble scraping her sensitive skin causes her to shiver.

Don't stop, she wants to say, but settles for tangling her fingers into his hair to keep him close.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"No thanking."

He smirks against her skin; his lips trail along the line of her neck, followed by tongue and teeth. His hand moves up higher beneath the jersey, finding her hip, and his thumb lightly grazes the spot he knows now to be ticklish.

Her hands in his hair make him draw closer, bringing her to him as well, and pressing himself against her.

[justdidntseeit]

Her heart rate doubles and she tenses, pressing into and away from the press of his thumb. His arousal is all too obvious through his sweats, and her fingers curl at his nape.

She takes a sideways step to guide them in a slow half-circle.

"Sit," she says, her voice hardly a whisper near his ear when the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His mouth moves along the edge of the V-cut collar and his tongue finds the dip at the base of her throat when her voice whispers against his ear.

Nuzzling her chin with the bridge of his nose, he sinks down onto the mattress on legs that aren't quite steady anymore.

[justdidntseeit]

She steps between his knees and runs her fingers over the stubble below the corner of each jaw, tracing invisible patterns on his throat.

Dipping her head to kiss his crown, she smiles into his hair.

"Touch me."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His hands glide down her sides. Starting high, his palms tease her breasts, then slide lower to her hips, thumbs following the line of her thighs towards her middle.

Tilting his head up, his mouth finds her lips while one hand slips beneath the jersey, fingertips finding her center.

[justdidntseeit]

He's painting lines of fire on her body, through the jersey and on her bare skin.

Her eyes close and her mouth falls open, her breath shuddering against his lips.

Her hips tilt in silent invitation while her unsteady fingers comb through his hair.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He teases her at first, touch barely there, brushing where she wants him then backing off.

When her hips tilt he gives in, parting her folds, finding her wet.

He breaks the kiss to watch her as he slides a finger inside, then another.

[justdidntseeit]

Her hands slip to his shoulders to ground herself; her mouth tightens with every too-light touch, until --

"Oh."

Cheeks flushed and brows knit in concentration, she bites her lower lip.

Her fingertips flex and curl, soft cotton bunching under her palms while her breath quickens.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He watches her, and her reactions make his blood boil in his veins.

Working his fingers in and out, his other hand grabs the hem of the jersey and pulls it up enough to expose her to him.

"C'mere."

Drawing her closer, he bends on the mattress and his tongue finds her clit as his fingers push into her.

[justdidntseeit]

Air leaves her lungs in a harsh exhale. Her hands fist in his hair, her newfound purchase holding him where she needs him most. The room shrinks to his mouth and fingers and oh dear god --

A shudder courses through her; she opens her eyes and glances down, the sight alone enough to cause her hips to jerk.

She breathes his name, a soft moan escaping when his stubbled jaw rakes against the inside of her hyper-sensitive thigh.

"H-here, let me -- "

She shifts her weight to hook one leg over his shoulder, and gasps at the slight change in angle.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

With her leg up he can let go of the jersey and his hand moves to her thigh to help support her and bring her closer.

His fingers keep up their motion, the pace increasing a fraction at a time. Her hold on his hair hurts some, but he follows her direction and gives her what she wants; his tongue circling and lapping at her clit.