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She barely gives him time to settle on his back before she's straddling him, driving down onto him. She takes his hands and puts them on her hips; she likes being on top but she also has grown to love the way he holds her.
She prefers being on top because it gives her an easy escape if she needs it. But she doesn't need that escape with him, which is why this change in roles hits her the way he intends: as a way of claiming him, as a way of him showing that she can. Looking down at him, here in what he built specifically for her, breathing in clean air, she shudders with release but only hesitates long enough to ride it through before she rolls them again to let him take her.
She prefers being on top because it gives her an easy escape if she needs it. But she doesn't need that escape with him, which is why this change in roles hits her the way he intends: as a way of claiming him, as a way of him showing that she can. Looking down at him, here in what he built specifically for her, breathing in clean air, she shudders with release but only hesitates long enough to ride it through before she rolls them again to let him take her.
Yeah the drama was some bullshit. But it's okay. We got it all figured out, no harm no foul. [He's not to blame for it, but it's still a sore spot.]
Anyway Godric can fuck whoever, long as you don't hurt him I don't have to kill ya. [A bright smile, like she might or might not be joking.] What do you want to know about the pack?
Anyway Godric can fuck whoever, long as you don't hurt him I don't have to kill ya. [A bright smile, like she might or might not be joking.] What do you want to know about the pack?
Oh it's cute how you think you can kill me.
[ said with a little laugh. As far as Dorian's concerned, even if she isn't joking, it won't stick. ]
As for your other question, mostly how it works. How formalized are things, who's in it, will I have to attend any awful family gatherings as a plus one, et cetera.
[ said with a little laugh. As far as Dorian's concerned, even if she isn't joking, it won't stick. ]
As for your other question, mostly how it works. How formalized are things, who's in it, will I have to attend any awful family gatherings as a plus one, et cetera.
[Her smile stays in place. Her eyes, though, take on a bit of chill that she just as quickly blinks away.]
I don't really want outsiders around the pack, so you're off the hook there. I don't have to ask you to bring a fuckin' casserole, you don't have to pretend to like us.
But, you know what! I'd totally have you over for a movie night, just you and me and Godric.
I don't really want outsiders around the pack, so you're off the hook there. I don't have to ask you to bring a fuckin' casserole, you don't have to pretend to like us.
But, you know what! I'd totally have you over for a movie night, just you and me and Godric.
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Now Annie. For all you know, I could like your little group already. I'm quite good at making friends, after all.
[ says the man who's default tone of voice is 'just a little too condescending.' Dorian isn't good at making friends and he knows it. ]
But I won't say no to that movie night. As far as I'm concerned, there's a severe lack of culture on the Barge. Might as well change that!
[ says the man who's default tone of voice is 'just a little too condescending.' Dorian isn't good at making friends and he knows it. ]
But I won't say no to that movie night. As far as I'm concerned, there's a severe lack of culture on the Barge. Might as well change that!
[She laughs, ignoring the notion of him being around the group, as well as any question of who's in it] Oh but I pick the movie. Didn't Godric tell you about movie nights?
Not in my house, mister. We're going to surprise Godric. Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion, it's a classic movie and he'd never watch it by himself.
Why, what movie would you pick?
Why, what movie would you pick?
Just because she's on top doesn't mean he's passive. Her shoves down at met and answered, his fingers cruelly digging into her hips. He both seeks to hold on in anchor and to pull her down on him in eagerness. Flashes of wicked grins ride through his expression, oscillating with the clenching of his jaw and the creasing of his brow. He practically yelps when she tightens around him, and his hands jump to her lower back, clawing at her to will her just a little deeper.
Sweeney's surprised by her urging him above her. That in no way means he's complaining. He'd wanted this, but assumed he'd need to wait until later in the night. If he were of a clearer mind, he could see the importance of it, but now, it's only a path to getting what he wants.
His kisses are hungry things, hot and plentifully given. One hand catches high up her thigh under the remnants of her skirt, encouraging her to wrap her leg around him. Not that he's going to push the issue; as soon as the request is made, the same hand is in her hair, trying to urge her up so he lick her throat and bite her shoulder.
With a sharp breath, he forces his head to the side, eyes shut, baring the length of his neck to her while he nips at her other shoulder, working to nudge the fabric away to find skin.
Through all of it, his pace doesn't slow. No matter if he's taking or being taken, there is always wanton having.
Sweeney's surprised by her urging him above her. That in no way means he's complaining. He'd wanted this, but assumed he'd need to wait until later in the night. If he were of a clearer mind, he could see the importance of it, but now, it's only a path to getting what he wants.
His kisses are hungry things, hot and plentifully given. One hand catches high up her thigh under the remnants of her skirt, encouraging her to wrap her leg around him. Not that he's going to push the issue; as soon as the request is made, the same hand is in her hair, trying to urge her up so he lick her throat and bite her shoulder.
With a sharp breath, he forces his head to the side, eyes shut, baring the length of his neck to her while he nips at her other shoulder, working to nudge the fabric away to find skin.
Through all of it, his pace doesn't slow. No matter if he's taking or being taken, there is always wanton having.
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House. It's a 1970s Japanese horror film—really good, it gets proper weird at points and has some remarkably unique effects. It's going to be either that or something recent—I think I'm further along in the timeline than Godric.
And this Romy and Michelle or whatever it is can't be a classic as I've never heard of it.
And this Romy and Michelle or whatever it is can't be a classic as I've never heard of it.
All right, you've sold me. A scary haunted house movie means he gets to laugh at me when I scream.
You're not busy tonight, right? Because the guest brings the popcorn. I don't keep any in the house because, y'know, vampire.
You're not busy tonight, right? Because the guest brings the popcorn. I don't keep any in the house because, y'know, vampire.
She lifts her head to bite at his shoulder, biting down harder when this makes the angle change and he's suddenly, blessedly deeper. She brings one leg up, ankle on his shoulder, to tighten around him and allow him deeper still.
This still allows her to kiss him, which she does between gasps and soft cries, and lingering eye contact that makes this all so much headier.
This still allows her to kiss him, which she does between gasps and soft cries, and lingering eye contact that makes this all so much headier.
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OH.
Of course he knows how limber she is, how her build and skills would allow for such a thing. But it's very different when it's put into practice. Sweeney would say she'd been holding out on him, but in the end, maybe the universe was just saving it for tonight.
He snarls against her skin at her biting, a faint whimper on its tail, before another growl chases behind.
The sweet pain and the hot ache and the terrible burden of prolonged wanting converge in a perfect moment, and he presses a sharp cry against her skin, burying her face in the crest of his hair.
Everything twitches and trembles as he fights against collapsing completely upon her. Even so, he only manages by the prop of his elbows against the grass. He fights for breath, panting in the curve of her neck, his lips rested on her shoulder as he sucks in the scent of her hair.
So. Fucking. Worth. It.
Of course he knows how limber she is, how her build and skills would allow for such a thing. But it's very different when it's put into practice. Sweeney would say she'd been holding out on him, but in the end, maybe the universe was just saving it for tonight.
He snarls against her skin at her biting, a faint whimper on its tail, before another growl chases behind.
The sweet pain and the hot ache and the terrible burden of prolonged wanting converge in a perfect moment, and he presses a sharp cry against her skin, burying her face in the crest of his hair.
Everything twitches and trembles as he fights against collapsing completely upon her. Even so, he only manages by the prop of his elbows against the grass. He fights for breath, panting in the curve of her neck, his lips rested on her shoulder as he sucks in the scent of her hair.
So. Fucking. Worth. It.
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She strokes the hair at the nape of his neck as she tries to catch her breath. She can feel grass under her back, there's a pleasant stretch in her calf from having her leg up on his shoulder, and she doesn't want him to go anywhere just yet.
"That was worth every time we almost and didn't," she whispers, grinning against his shoulder.
"That was worth every time we almost and didn't," she whispers, grinning against his shoulder.
"Fuck yes." Sweeney nuzzles once against her cheek, but the rest of him hasn't figured out much moving. Everything is tensed and relaxed, vibrating as the muscles can't make up their minds as to which one.
He wants to tell her he's proud of her--of them--and he knows he will. But not right now.
Now is for the quiet and still, what they are and what they've just become. Those kinds of words would muddle it.
"Got what ya were lookin' fer?" he chuckles softly against her skin.
He wants to tell her he's proud of her--of them--and he knows he will. But not right now.
Now is for the quiet and still, what they are and what they've just become. Those kinds of words would muddle it.
"Got what ya were lookin' fer?" he chuckles softly against her skin.
"Mmm," she agrees, running her fingers over the very sensitive mark on her neck.
She slides her other ankle over the back of his thigh. "This is perfect. I had no idea." Not about the surprise, but also that she was capable of stop much restraint in pursuit of something so, so good.
For the first time in years there's a belly-deep calm in her. But it doesn't mean she's done with him, or with this. "I get you for a while today, right?"
She slides her other ankle over the back of his thigh. "This is perfect. I had no idea." Not about the surprise, but also that she was capable of stop much restraint in pursuit of something so, so good.
For the first time in years there's a belly-deep calm in her. But it doesn't mean she's done with him, or with this. "I get you for a while today, right?"
He manages to push up enough to chase her fingers over the dark skin. There's a tenderness in his soft kiss placed on it before he runs his tongue over its warmth. There's no heat to it, only pride.
"As long as ya want." This was her day--no, their day, for as long as she wishes it to be.
"As long as ya want." This was her day--no, their day, for as long as she wishes it to be.
She murmurs wordless approval and shivers at the touch of his tongue. "When you're ready for me to fuck you again, do that again."
She could barely get to her feet right now, she's too spent and momentarily satisfied to move, but he's well aware how quickly she recovers.
She could barely get to her feet right now, she's too spent and momentarily satisfied to move, but he's well aware how quickly she recovers.
"Easy 'nough."
He smiles and finally finds the ability to lift off of her to roll onto his back beside her. "I'll try not ta take too long," he assures with just the faintest bit of jest. Sweeney's pretty confident he's saved up enough want over the last few weeks to try to keep up.
"Ya want purple down both shoulders?" he asks idly, staring at the ceiling. That's a task he's willing to take to diligently, should she wish it.
"Nothin' too high," he promises. "I'll keep it clean."
He smiles and finally finds the ability to lift off of her to roll onto his back beside her. "I'll try not ta take too long," he assures with just the faintest bit of jest. Sweeney's pretty confident he's saved up enough want over the last few weeks to try to keep up.
"Ya want purple down both shoulders?" he asks idly, staring at the ceiling. That's a task he's willing to take to diligently, should she wish it.
"Nothin' too high," he promises. "I'll keep it clean."
"Yes," quick, eager. She stretches her arms over her head, the length of her body, all the way to her toes. "My shoulders, my back..."
When she relaxes, her toes brush his leg. "You're still wearing so much."
When she relaxes, her toes brush his leg. "You're still wearing so much."
Sweeney's mind is already thinking about all the places he could get her marked up in the next go. The question catches him off-guard, and it takes him a moment to answer, his focus lingering upward.
"Tend ta prefer it that way," he admits in a strange bout of honesty. Being naked is far different than fucking naked. One is a natural thing for the activity involved, like swimming; the other is a matter of keeping some level of distance in the act.
It's why he'd never fucked her without his trousers on, even when she'd gotten them past his knees.
"Tend ta prefer it that way," he admits in a strange bout of honesty. Being naked is far different than fucking naked. One is a natural thing for the activity involved, like swimming; the other is a matter of keeping some level of distance in the act.
It's why he'd never fucked her without his trousers on, even when she'd gotten them past his knees.
She watches him and she wants to ask. The distance it creates is one she's familiar with (she sold her body for drugs or a place to stay, it's not like there was any intimacy in it) but it's... Uncomfortable to think he sees her that way.
She doesn't have the nerve to ask, though. The answer is likely to be worse than just worrying silently about it.
So she finds another, more settled issue to zigzag onto instead. "I talked to Dorian."
She doesn't have the nerve to ask, though. The answer is likely to be worse than just worrying silently about it.
So she finds another, more settled issue to zigzag onto instead. "I talked to Dorian."
He studies the ceiling, quiet for a beat after her deflection. Sweeney's answer holds its cautiousness only early on.
"I'll take 'em off." His face turns to her, his tone and expression openly genuine. "If ya want me ta."
"I'll take 'em off." His face turns to her, his tone and expression openly genuine. "If ya want me ta."
She turns her head and studies him seriously a moment. Her eyes are warm, but cautious.
Her smile gives her away. "Yeah? I mean, I've never seen you. All of you."
Her smile gives her away. "Yeah? I mean, I've never seen you. All of you."
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