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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.]
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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Smirks.
And bites at her neck as he lets her go, wrenches his hand out from her grip and picks up where he left off.]
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Two fingers slip in and he immediately gets greedy, ups it to three as she rocks against him and his thumb does the rest. He litters her neck with tiny nips that slide into bites and licks and back again, possessive, spurred on by the thought of seeing those marks in the morning sun, bends at an uncomfortable angle to attempt the same at the skin right above the lines of her dress even as his grip on her waist disengages, his hand comes up to roughly fondle her curves through the fabric (possessive).]
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The feel of teeth scraping and tongue sliding over her skin makes her melt in his arms, head rolling and shoulders leaning back to give him more space for that mouth to wander all over her neck and shoulders and chest and anywhere he can reach as she rocks harder and harder against his fingers. The sound she makes when she feels that third digit is something between a shuddery mewl and a desperate whine, almost begging him to never stop this. It's possessive and rough and selfish and greedy and desperate and wanting and needing and so very very REAL that she can't help but get lost in it, giving herself to sensation and emotion and she never expected from him. ]
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But if he were ever honest with himself - that spark never really died. And even more damning is how thrilled he is to try it out with her in a completely new iteration, hoping that this time he knows better than to screw it up after so many screw-ups.
Fuck, and then between the way he kisses her, licks across her sternum, nips at her dress, presses as close as he can - moans, did that noise just come from him - and the way she rocks back with abandon - there's the thought that maybe one of these days they can draw the lines so far around that they meet, that there are none. So she makes one sound and rocks one way and they come to one, two, good agreements and suddenly he's got a pass to be a reckless teen all over again or something - but lost? Nah. This is right where he wants to be. Where he's always wanted to be.]
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It isn't long before her breathless panting turns into something a little more desperate, a little more pleading, her body wracked with pleasure and eyes shut tight as she lets herself go, gives up the fight and melts around his fingers with soft, shuddery groan. ]
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But despite that he still feels the need to pull his mouth away to press a small, light, happy kiss to the very corner of her parted lips at the end of it. Because hell, despite the recklessness (or maybe it's recklessness itself that drives him, who knows) he wants to share the happiness with her, show it to her.]
Still love that icon forever.
Speaking of I have to get that one of them over here.
Old habits and all.]
Which one?
Make time stop...
starstruck
That he pulls her tighter, closer - okay, fine, maybe he agrees with her sentiment.]
Aww yes. I like that one.
That huff didn't go unnoticed either. It's all just silly afterglow speak, nothing to be take too seriously. The sentiment remains though. If she can just stay like this with him for the next thousand years or so she would be more than okay with that.
She laughs softly, gently in his ear before pressing a sweet kiss to the shell, whispering more sweet, tender sentiment into his ear, not sure if she wants to make him more huffy or blushy or both. ]
Just and you and me here making love under the stars... the jasmine and the fireflies, the soft grass, the warm breeze-- only stopping to catch our breath and do it all over again.
Shazzam! Also it's facepalm at Ned o'clock
Ah...
[Do it over again... he can't decide if that's a ridiculous wish or a legitimate request, but just in case.]
I could - try.
Hee! And Buhyoo, Ned. I can't handre you sometimes.
It's alright. You exhausted me with that teasing... I just want to rest with you.
...secret sap.
It's a combination of changing the subject and indulging her that causes him to lean back and flop them down to the blanket, and only after the fact does he feel the tension seep out of his thighs, down his lower back - he hadn't noticed the strain that the trousers at his ankles put upon the rest of him, caught up as we was.]
NOT so secret sap. :)
She doesn't let go when he falls back, falling with him and resting against him, letting him have all her weight and warmth and her dress falling around his nearly naked form as it settles around them. ]
wow "shuttering shut" gj self I MEANT TIGHT SECOND TIME
So why not.
His arms wrap around her, her dress wraps around him, the crickets chirp and the moonlight illuminates the jasmine and the lilies and sends it all out to curl around the both of them.]