[[ 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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[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.

[justdidntseeit]

Another slight shift, and she finds a better balance to make the both of them more comfortable; he can sit up straighter, and the tension lessens in her hamstring.

But as she burns hotter under his relentless attention, she forgets to care about comfort altogether; only his hands and mouth and the ocean of sensation she's drowning in matter.

She's trembling, every flick of his tongue sending sparks skittering through her synapses.

"Wait," she manages with what little coherence she has left, grazing his temple with shaking fingertips.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Wait?"

He gives her another caress with his tongue, fingers slowing but not stilling.

His mouth moves to her leg, lips pressing against the inside of her thigh.

"D'you say wait?"

Smiling against her skin, he brushes her clit with his thumb.

[justdidntseeit]

She jerks again, liquid heat coalescing in the pit of her stomach.

"I -- "

She angles a glance at the top of his head, and she can't remember what breathing feels like, let alone speech.

Actions speak louder than words, anyway, so one hand finds his shoulder; she gently pushes him back onto the mattress, following him down in a warm tangle of limbs.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He eases his fingers out as he shifts onto his back with her.

Face flushed, he pulls in unsteady breaths as he pulls her close to him.

[justdidntseeit]

Easing on top of him, the jersey rides high on her thighs as she straddles his waist.

She bends to kiss him, soft and slow, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other tugs the elastic band from her hair.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The tips of her hair tease against his face, and he reaches one hand up to thread his fingers through her hair, fingertips grazing her scalp.

His other hand rests on her bare thigh. Beneath her, his hips arch.

Opening his eyes, it's hard to get any air in as he look her over.

"Christ, Kate-- "

With a small head shake because he doesn't have words, he presses his mouth to hers again.

[justdidntseeit]

His fingers may as well carry an electric current; breath catching, her hand slides into his hair, deep, deeper, until she's cradling the back of his head. Her mouth opens to his, and she sucks his lower lip between her teeth, nipping gently.

Breaking the kiss, she pulls back just enough to breathe, and brushes her nose against his.

"You were saying?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He looks at her and his smile is wide and pleased, his eyes dark with want.

"You are so damn sexy, Kate."

His hand slides from her hair to cup her cheek, fingers trailing around the curve of her ear.

"Y'drive me crazy."

[justdidntseeit]

A darker shade of pink blooms on her cheeks; she laughs, soft and low and wicked, and nuzzles into his palm.

"That's what I like to hear, sheriff."

Shifting her weight over his hips, her movements are fluid and deliberate.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He lets out a low sound of pleasure, his hand squeezing her thigh.

"I sure don't mind tellin' you." He pulls her in for another kiss, chuckling in his throat. "Not that it's a hard guess, what y'do t'me."

[justdidntseeit]

Smiling against his mouth, her lips wander to his chin, his jaw, and the side of his neck.

"Humor me," she says, kissing her way to his collar.

She inches down to straddle his thighs, her hands trailing to the hem of his T-shirt.

Her fingers curl around the soft cotton, tugging to expose his stomach, and she teases his abdomen with her nails.

"What do I do to you?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

His breath sticks in his lungs, abs jumping beneath the graze of her nails.

"Jesus, Kate, y'turn me on like nothin'."

Looking down at her, he licks his lips, tasting her.

"It ain't even want, I need you."

[justdidntseeit]

She swallows thickly, her heart jackhammering behind her ribs.

"Good thing you've got me."

With a devious half-smile, she ducks her head to place an open-mouthed kiss below his sternum.

One hand braced flat against the mattress near his side, the other slips between their bodies to cup his erection through his sweats.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Real good."

His hand finds her hair again, toying with a lock as his skin prickles and burns under the press of her lips.

When she touches him low the response is automatic, hips arching to press himself into her hand.

[justdidntseeit]

She smiles above his navel, nuzzling his stomach with the tip of her nose.

Her tongue darts out to taste his skin as her fingers tease and taunt, and she palms him with a gentle squeeze.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

There's nothing he can do but lay back as she leisurely tortures him with her touch and hot lips.

"I-- I think I'm overdressed here, Kate," he manages, watching her down low on his belly.

[justdidntseeit]

That earns a chuckle, her warm breath ghosting over the thin line of fine dark hair below his belly button.

She presses a kiss to his rib cage, then rises on all fours above him, lowering her mouth to his.

"Plan on doing something about that?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Mm-hmm," he murmurs against her mouth, kissing her hard now that she's in reach again.

Lifting his hips and reaching down, he works off his sweats and boxers; not breaking the kiss.

[justdidntseeit]

She breathes something between a sigh and a moan into his mouth, the intensity of the kiss sending a tidal wave of want crashing over every nerve ending.

Once his pants and boxers are out of the way, she pulls back to sit on her knees; her hands curl on his shoulders to encourage him to sit up so he (or she) can yank off his shirt.