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[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[ The tickle she feels against her skin shoots straight between her legs, making her groan and her finger twitch just slightly. She very much knows how he reacts to that touch and the moment she feels his hands relax she lets out an internal sigh of relief. She was hoping to help him unwind, to find his rhythm again, and she knows the little things like that might just ease him back to where they were.

A shiver ripples through her when teeth graze skin, eliciting a soft sigh into his ear as her hands drift lower and lower, fumbling with his fly for a moment as she gets it undone. ]

[Her response, the sound and feel of it beneath his lips and beneath his fingertips makes his body react in turn. But it also launches a thought in mind that won't quite leave - even as her hands lower and his hips arch up on their own accord, as his own hands follow and slide down the back of her thighs, the broad span of them enough for his thumbs to press against the inside - first that maybe he's not paying her enough attention.

And that thought makes the logical progression to the musing that she's never told him too much about what she likes, or at least she's never demanded or demonstrated in the same way he has (the one time when he turned a hot shower into something lukewarm also coming to mind). On the one hand he wants to ask; on the other she sort of shot a similar idea down, and his dumbass self is both too shy and too preoccupied to bring it up.

Preoccupied with thoughts, and preoccupied with her breath in his ear and the warmth of her skin seeping through the skirt bunching as he circles his thumbs, presses in and up, and messily mouths at her neck.]

[ When it comes to what she wants she is a very simple girl. All she's ever wanted was the intimacy and the passion. She wants to feel like she's loved and wanted. It can come from a simple brush of her hair to a good hard fuck, she doesn't care so long as he loves and respects her at the end of the day. That shower though... forever a missed opportunity.

Large, wide hands cover most of the back of her thigh, his skin hot and searing against hers. And the high his thumbs drift the hotter it gets. There's nothing there to block the heat she's feeling, completely bare and open, shifting back a little and into his touch as her own hand trails lower, cupping his crotch gently, giving him a tender rub through his loosened pants, her head dipping down to brush her lips against his shoulder. ]

[Should he ask and risk messing up their routine again, should he not and just let them do what has worked so fuckin' well so far and what seems natural, inevitable... Her lips meet his shoulder and she cups him, earns a groan for it along with a sharp breath and a quirk of his hands. In that blissed-out second where she touches him one of his hands finds hers, gently grips it to press both upon the arousal straining against his underwear - demonstrating for a few moments before he's trying to guide their hands under her skirts.

Well. He always was terrible at knowing when to give up on something.]

Edited 2012-08-09 06:31 (UTC)

[ The reaction is enough to make her own breath catch and her pulse quicken. Even the smallest hint of surprise in him usually catches her off guard. It's always a pleasure to see him start to relax and unwind, especially since he's usually either stoic or grumpy. And the fact that he's responding to such light, gentle touches, it makes her feel a little more empowered-- he wants this, he wants her to touch him, and though he's guiding her hand lower, he's not trying to take back control.

She allows him to guide their linked hands under her skirt, sucking in a shaking breath in his ear before she's shifting lower, both of her hands coming down to hook into his belt loops and coax his pants down past his lips, his arousal much more obvious without all of the obstruction. ]

[He's not trying to take back control at all. In fact, he's trying to do the opposite, but maybe he should've out and out said it instead of wimping out because as soon as he starts moving their hands she takes the initiative and pulls down his trousers.

And that is almost - no, it's enough to make him abandon what he was doing. He draws his hands away, places them upon the blanket, keeps his hips as still as he can, and waits to see what she does on her own volition.]

[ Her own volition is making her shift lower and lower, leaving his pants just around his hips as she traces his length with a long, slender finger.

She can't help but glance up curiously as she teases him, watching him with soft, lidded eyes as he relaxes and submits, apparently giving her permission to do as she pleases. She doesn't mind that, not at all. If anything she loves a good tease whether she's being teased or doing the teasing herself. In this case she's all over it, she hardly gets chances to do this kind of thing. And she's a fan of build up. She knows he's already more than halfway there and she almost wants to push to see how far their limits really are. ]

[Turns out as still as he can is really, really fucking hard to handle when she does that, and in place of his hips jerking he feels like it spreads to everything else - his pulse and his breath and the fleeting tensing of his arms and chest at least.

He bites his lip, chances a glance at her, takes a breath, and steels himself all over again. While he loves watching her, meeting her eyes, seeing her take such delight in wrangling a response out of him whether she knows it or not - and in this moment she's too captivating for him to look away - at the same time he knows it'll undo him.

He's just not sure if that's a bad thing.]

[ The response he gives her only intrigues her and encourages her to go further. It's quite interesting to watch him as he struggles to hold on, to see what the slightest touch or look or kiss can do to him. Is he as interested in her responses? She can't help but wonder. But at the moment he's taking all of her vision, his fingers curling into the blanket, his chest heaving and breath hitching and eyes watching her, gazing back at her so intently...

She licks her lips as she cups him one more, giving him a rub through the thin fabric of his shorts before she's leaning down to lightly drag her tongue over his bulge, eyes never leaving him, wanting to see what he does. ]

[Even with the rub he doesn't buck, but his eyes snap shut and his fingers clench into the blankets to feel the grass beneath, wraps it all up tight and neat in the palm of his hand until the desire to passes. When he opens his eyes it's to see her lowered and then to feel her warm and hovering and touching over, across him, gaze hot, curious, heavy and weighing on him - pinning him for a moment - at the same moment the sweep of her tongue hits him and all of his desire comes out as a half-groaned breath rather than a push toward her mouth.

It's messy and careful all at once, the way he moves up to meet her. Careful not to move his hips for her sake, sloppy and scrambling and searching in the way he impatiently props his upper body up and lets his mouth hang open, shallowly breathing without giving it a thought.]

Edited 2012-08-17 06:35 (UTC)

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