justdidntseeit | [[ milliways, upstairs ]]

Following her direction, he sits up, a hand going to his shirt collar. With her help, he pulls it off and casts it aside.

His chest is already heaving as his heart and lungs work chaotically beneath his ribs.

She smiles, flushed and almost shy as she tosses aside the T-shirt.

Her knees hug his waist; she can feel how hard he is, his cock trapped between their torsos and pressing against her stomach beneath the jersey.

One hand cups the side of his neck and the other moves to his right shoulder, massaging muscle and scar tissue.

Her thumb brushes his jaw while she dips her head to kiss his throat, her breath shuddering over his Adam's apple.

His head tilts back, inviting more contact, and his shoulder gives under her hand; the press of her palm making him groan almost as much as the feel of her against his hardened length.

One arm slips around her waist, beneath the jersey to find skin, pulling her against him. The other slides along the outside of the jersey, rubbing her breast through the slick material.

Arching under and into his hands, her nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric. Her murmur of approval is muffled against his skin; her teeth scrape his throat and his stubble rasps against her lips, the slight sting more pleasurable than painful.

Her fingers map and knead his shoulder, the memory of its tension points and feel-good spots still fresh, guiding the pressure she applies.

His throat works and he can't swallow enough as her mouth ignites the skin it touches.

Her hand on his shoulder is hitting all the right spots, breaking up tension and stiffness, and it feels good enough that it's almost a distraction. Part of him realizes that her time in his body has left her with more knowledge than he wanted her to have, and he shifts beneath her, trying to bring things back to this and now.

Neither of them needs to be worrying about his banged up body and scars. His focus is on her, what she's doing to him, and what he can do to her.

Still giving attention to her breast with one hand, the other slips between her legs from behind, fingers teasing her folds and slick center.

A sharp inhale, and she bucks at the touch; all the air leaves her lungs in a ragged oh.

Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him tight against her while her knees spread wider, giving his fingers better access.

"Please."

Leaving her breast, his arm wraps around her back, helping her shift so that he can push his fingers into her.

His lips press to her cheek, moving along it to her ear, and he grazes her earlobe with his teeth as his fingers slide deeper.

"Y'like how I drive you crazy, too?"

She shudders, her breathing shallow.

"It's not like, sheriff."

She arches, punch-drunk with sensory overload, and threads her fingers into his hair.

"It's a lot more than -- oh -- than like."

"Good."

Lips, teeth and tongue lave against her neck while his fingers work into her in a slow push-pull. His hand on her back kneads into her skin.

There's almost no distance between them, but he's still striving to pull her closer to his chest.

"Better than good."

Her head tips; she sees tiny pinpricks of light behind her closed eyelids when she rocks into his touch. She's burning up, melting, and even as he pulls her closer, she forces a hand between their bodies to stroke him.

His lips break from her skin when she wraps a hand around him. The arm around her loosens enough so she can do what she's doing to him.

His fingers don't stop their motions, increasing their pace as she strokes his cock, and pushing into her deeper while his hips arch beneath her.

"Don't think I got a-- a word for this."

Good isn't strong enough, that's for sure.

A smile curves her lips.

"I like leaving you speechless," she says, her breath catching as she mouths along the line of his jaw.

Her hand stills on him while the pad of her thumb works over the underside of the head in a careful massage.

"Won't hear me complain 'bout it."

He gives a quick smirk that relaxes into a jaw drop as her lips and hand continue to take his breath away.

Between her legs his fingers keep moving, thumb brushing her clit, trying to return the feelings that make it hard to speak.

She stiffens with a soft gasp when his wrist and fingers twist just so and his thumb grazes her clit; she can't breathe or think, only feel, and for a second that stretches into what could be infinity, she's sure she'll break apart here and now on his lap.

"God."

Her mouth finds his for a brief, bruising kiss.

"Lie back."

Knowing what he's doing to her, how far he's pushing her, part of him wants to finish.

Her low words, and the kiss, are compelling, though, and he slips his fingers out, and lowers himself down to the mattress.

Flushed and heady with anticipation, she takes in the familiar, solid lines of his body beneath her. Looking down at him, she's caught for a moment by what she sees in his blue eyes -- it's more than simple want, more layered than need; it leaves her feeling like the luckiest woman at the end of the universe.

One hand reaches for his wrist to bring his hand to her cheek, and she presses a kiss to the center of his palm.

Her free hand gives his hip a gentle squeeze, and she shifts to take a condom from the nightstand drawer.

His fingers caress her cheek, and he still can't get over how sexy she is, or how damn lucky he is to have her.

When she leans over he traces light lines up and down her bare thigh, slipping to the inside before moving down to her leg.

He's flushed and ready, but can't help distracting her a little in teasing by ghosting a fingertip over the spot at the back of her knee he knows now is sensitive.

Her leg tenses, goosebumps rising under his unexpected touch.

"No fair," she says, turning to him with the foil packet between her fingers.

The jersey's silky material brushes his torso as she bends to nudge her nose against his. Her smile hovers centimeters from his mouth.

"You're using that spot against me."

"It's not against you if y'like it," he points out, then wins the argument by stopping hers with a kiss.

Beneath her his hips arch, encouraging her to finish what she's doing with the packet in her hand.

She chuckles against his lips, the sound sliding into a murmur of acquiescence.

Rolling the condom onto him, her mouth falls to his ear to whisper how -- and how much -- she wants him.

When she pulls back, her face is bright; she sheds the jersey and settles on her stomach, legs spread and heart nearly beating out of her chest.

Turning her head to glance at him, she's biting her lower lip to tamp down an inviting grin.

Her hushed words make his eyes widen slightly, and his own skin heat. He watches the jersey come off, eyes roaming over her naked form before she lays down on the bed.

Trailing a fingertip down her spine, his eyes meet hers and his own smile needs reigning in.

Shifting on the bed, he settles over her, reaching down to take himself in hand. He runs the head of his cock along her slit first, heart racing a mile a minute as he teases them both, then he presses his lips to her shoulder and enters her.

She's all slick heat and naked need, hyper-sensitive and sure she's going to melt into the mattress under his ministrations, until --

Her fingers clench in the sheets.

Her breath shudders and she arches beneath him, desperate to take him deeper.

He lets his breath go in a sharp exhale and groan as he pushes into her.

Easy at first, when he feels her needy movements beneath him he gives her what they both want, burying his cock inside of her.

Mouth moving to her neck, he starts in a middle gear, thrusts steady and even.

She's lost in sensation, shivering at the feel of his lips and stubble on her skin, surrounded by the warm weight of his body above her, and oh god --

She moans, turning her cheek into the sheets to muffle the sound. Palms and knees pressing hard against the mattress for leverage, she tilts her hips up and back in an attempt to give as good as she's getting.

He shifts above her, making it so he can give more as he pushes into her, and to help her move with him.

His chest to her back, he's sure she can feel his heart pounding and fit to burst against it.

She's so hot and tight-- Christ-- and her moan makes him drive harder. One hand slides along her arm and covers her fist, squeezing as his hips move faster.

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