[ That dry spell went both ways. Of course the memories of their handful of sunlit days spent together in November sustained her through the holidays — she's not sure she stopped blushing for days after he left at just the thought of what they got up to together, tangled in each others' arms and in her bed. (God, it had been a difficult necessity, washing her sheets after he'd gone; she loved turning her face into her pillows, breathing in the last traces of him as her hand drifted between her thighs.) But the heat of it faded the longer they went without speaking, the more her worry and maybe even a flash of hurt began to replace the warm glow in her chest. But that spark, well, it never faded — hell, it's been rekindled in the days since their reunion, brought to roaring life by the way their hands and mouths trail fire and friction and desire in their wake. He kisses her thumb and her stomach swoops seeing his lips wrap around it, giving her ideas. Fuck.
God, yeah, she's missed him. Body and soul. His laugh, the fondness in his gaze, the reverent way he caresses and kisses her. Even now, cupping her breast in his callused palm and holding her flush to his broad form as they cross the room as their lips meet, she feels just like she did in her bedroom all those months ago: electric, moving too fast and too slow, that buzzing urge under her skin to get under his. He's asking her what she wants and fuck, she adores him for that, but as the backs of her knees hit the headboard, she's thinking back to working out that tension, thinking of the hot press of his desire against her belly, thinking how touch-starved they've both been but him especially.
Tonight does feel slow, languid. Indulgent. She didn't ambush him in his bedroom in the wake of a hunt just to have him do all the work. She's a polite, generous houseguest. ]
I want you... [ she murmurs, tipping her head to press an open-mouthed kiss to the fluttering pulse in his throat as her hand slides from his ass to between them, gliding down his stomach, ] to relax. [ Her lips begin to wander over his collarbone just as her hand wraps around his cock; she plants a kiss to his tattoo as she gives him a slow, deliberate stroke, waiting for the groan she knows will follow. ] Been a long night, huh?
[ She lifts her head just enough to look up at him through her lashes, eyes sparking with teasing and arousal. It's a check-in, nothing more, because then she leans back up to kiss him with a sweep of tongue just as she swipes the pad of her thumb — the same one he kissed — over the head of his cock before giving it another slick stroke. ]
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God, yeah, she's missed him. Body and soul. His laugh, the fondness in his gaze, the reverent way he caresses and kisses her. Even now, cupping her breast in his callused palm and holding her flush to his broad form as they cross the room as their lips meet, she feels just like she did in her bedroom all those months ago: electric, moving too fast and too slow, that buzzing urge under her skin to get under his. He's asking her what she wants and fuck, she adores him for that, but as the backs of her knees hit the headboard, she's thinking back to working out that tension, thinking of the hot press of his desire against her belly, thinking how touch-starved they've both been but him especially.
Tonight does feel slow, languid. Indulgent. She didn't ambush him in his bedroom in the wake of a hunt just to have him do all the work. She's a polite, generous houseguest. ]
I want you... [ she murmurs, tipping her head to press an open-mouthed kiss to the fluttering pulse in his throat as her hand slides from his ass to between them, gliding down his stomach, ] to relax. [ Her lips begin to wander over his collarbone just as her hand wraps around his cock; she plants a kiss to his tattoo as she gives him a slow, deliberate stroke, waiting for the groan she knows will follow. ] Been a long night, huh?
[ She lifts her head just enough to look up at him through her lashes, eyes sparking with teasing and arousal. It's a check-in, nothing more, because then she leans back up to kiss him with a sweep of tongue just as she swipes the pad of her thumb — the same one he kissed — over the head of his cock before giving it another slick stroke. ]