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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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[For a moment it seems like he's going to lock up under the combination of being struck staring back at her and what she says, but really it's just something so unexpected and amazing and yes, hell yes in the pit of his stomach that it trips him up for a good seven seconds.]

Yeah, [and it rushes out as a sigh, his shoulders relaxing even as the line of his spine tenses up and his hips meet hers in response, before he repeats it. Yeah, and that one comes out as a muffled groan spoken over the press of his lips agains hers more than anything, and a tightening of his fingers, and another jerk up into her heat.

He'd agree with something more substantial than "yeah", say "I do", maybe, but those words in particular would be - weird. So he pulls back to hold that deep gaze of hers, swallows, blushes, nods as his eyes go half-lidded in the face of it all. Lets his body respond where words fail.]

[ Elation. In that moment she almost can't believe that she finally got through to him but when she feels his body respond, feels him relax under her and push up to meet her hips she feels a wave of surprise and anticipation wash over her.

She kisses him back, looking back at him when he pulls away to look at her, eyes locking with his as her fingers rake through his hair, letting out a low, shaky breath as she continues to rock against him, easing him into it. ]

[He's moving with the (perhaps mistaken) idea that she'll let him know before she's uncomfortable, before he reaches that line and crosses it in a bound and he has to draw back. Already.]

Just - [She's kissing him like she's happy, she's rocking and looking like she's happy, and it's weird to think of sex as happy, huh? But she's always been infectious like that. When she's elated the entire goddamn world around her can't help but feel it, and he does. Still worried though, and part of that slips out into a moan as he moves below her - worried and exhilarated and it's like some goddamn drug that leaves him shaking because who knows what comes next and he needs more of it anyway.]

Y'gotta - tell me. I would.

[And like being drugged, that makes total sense to him now, and will sound like gibberish if he thinks on it later.]

[ She assumes at this point they're on the same page, that nothing is going to stop this and that they'll both completely let go. She's already halfway there, kissing his lips and dragging her lips down his jaw, breathing heavily as she holds him close and nips at his earlobe. ]

T-Tell you what?

If it's not -

[If it's not what she wants but the rest get lost in a low groan when she nips at him, and the next buck up of his hips is harsh, suddenly his hands are clawing all over her. Her hips and her waist and up further to grope at her through the fabric of that dress.]

[ The question leaves her mind when he thrusts into her, the force and sudden harshness making her mind go blank for a moment as she reels from the sensation. It doesn't hit her that he's really responding the way he is until she feels his hands, big, strong, familiar hands reaching and clawing and groping in a new, unfamiliar way. It's exciting and bold and brash and she gets caught up in it quicker than she anticipates, shrugging her shoulders. ]

H-Hah, the zipper... in the back-- n-nngh...

[It's just as exciting to him, but for an entirely different set of reasons. Or so he thinks. Clawing her out out of her dress isn't as imperative as feeling her through it, as the feel of them meeting beneath it. And he has no desire to undress her, exactly - why he wants her in the dress is something else entirely, and it's nothing he wishes to explore. Not now, when she's pressing back and moaning against him and all he wants to do is just go with it, go with what she seems to like.

But she does say zipper. And he ignores it, almost. Keeps moving up into her and keeps groping and turns his head, once - no, keep it on.]

[ He doesn't have to undress her per say... but a little room to move in a loosened dress would be nice. He can touch her and grope her all he wants to and she doesn't plan on moving away or slowing down now that they're like this.

When he turns his head she dips hers down to nip at his jaw, her fingers threading into his hair, curling into it and trying to keep him right where he is as she kisses and sucks on his skin, grazing her teeth over his neck and rocking harder into him. ]

[If she wants to be undressed, she's going to have to do it herself at this point. There's just something about her in a nice dress, the neglected gathering and crinkling of skirts about their waists, the possibility that what they're doing will fuck it up and send it to the dry-cleaners - and now, something about her in that dress in particular - the one he not only bought, but ordered, detailed, specifically - and feeling it between them, over her curves and the feeling of her curves under it...

Between her teeth and the fabric he lets out an odd little sound, grips anything he can into his fingers and digs his heels into the blanket. Bucks up, thrusts up, relentless - and close. Not that he wants to be, but after this much? He is. It's almost embarassing.]

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