Post by Daniel Wilde on Jun 24, 2014 13:59:43 GMT -5
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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW
O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.
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“Hi. You're going to make me break out.” His laugh was muted, the admittedly light weight pressing down into his chest catching in his vocal chords as his thumbs pauses, as if weighing her words. Paused for all of two seconds before sweeping back over her cheekbones- the corner of his lips lifting higher with the movement. He wasn’t going to make her break out. And if he did… they had creams or something for that. He’d never seen her with a blemish on her features. Come to think of it- before tonight he’d never even seen her with a hair out of place. His smile shifted into a grin, one hand shifting his fingers so that they could open- his palm running up and over her forehead- pushing the hair back with a larger twist of his lips. It was out of place now, fly away hairs sticking up around her, twisted from their combined hands and the motion against the table. His fingers curled, letting the hair run through it to the side of her face with something like disbelief shifting on his features. His hands had done that to her hair. His hands had done any manner of things tonight that he’d never have thought possible before this. “Nahhh,.” He knew it was late, humming the word out from between his lips with another shift back to her eyes. “A pimple wouldn’t dare face your wrath.”
She was giggling. He hadn’t even known she was capable of that kind of expression, had never heard it from her before- not even when the three of them had all been friends. He’d heard her laugh in any number of ways. But not giggle. And he found that it was just as endearing as the rest of the unexpected revelations of the night- his own lips widening again in response. Not that he had that long to revel over it- her hands sliding against his skin and her lips pressing back to his. He could get used to that. The her kissing him. The way she tasted working itself back into his mouth alongside the faint remnants from before. If he could bottle that flavor… His tongue slipped out, slinking between her lips and tangling with hers for a moment- pushing against the taste that had his hips shifting slightly, desire curling once more within him. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since they’d stopped, or how much longer they had in here- how long they’d even been in here at all. His sense of time was skewed by touch and taste- overwhleming his other senses even as she pulled away, his lips pushing up once more against hers, dissatisfied noise humming out against their joined lips right up until she pulled away, her shoulders shifting as she sat up. Sat up and shifted, changing the position. He hadn’t wanted to separate himself from her in any way, to pull out of her at all- but now the decision was working against him in different ways, his eyes shutting briefly against the situation. She had said it had been three years. Three years was a long time to adjust but… His hands slid down her face, over her neck and sides until they could curl around her hips, push her down further against him. She could say no if she wanted to- she was perfectly capable he knew that. And she had given him permission… His hips shifted against the table, rolling his neck so that he could look back up at her, half smile filling out over his lips at the picture she made above him. Without thinking it through his palms ran up her sides again, curving around to her back so his fingers could fumble with the bra twisted up there, unhook the clasps and pull the fabric off to the side of them, dropping down somewhere with his shirt. He should have done that earlier, somehow. Taken the time to. Red marks were pressed into her skin from where the binding had dug- his fingers rubbing into her back and flowing over to her stomach, fingers circling there as well.
He hadn’t gotten to see all of her before- pressed so tightly into her as he had been- hadn’t been able to see the way that her waist curved in like that, or the way her chest came out in points like that. His eyes stayed focused on that for a minute, running over the dusky circles and allowing his hands to drift up from her midsection from where they’d been rubbing circles into the chaffed skin- fingers from both hands stretching out to take the weight of her in both palms- pressing upwards and making a pleased sound in the back of his throat with the completion. His wrists tilted, pushing up further before allowing his fingers to curl, not quite pulling as he let his hands come back down- thumbs brushing over the pebbled points of flesh as he allowed his palms to separate from the skin entirely, reconnecting with flesh of her stomach and running down, his eyes following the trail as they paused just above the bunched material of her skirt, eyebrows shifting as he ran his hands along her again- fingers pulling at the fabric to straighten it out until he could pull at the too small tab of her zipper, pulling it down until the thing started to fall from her entirely. “Lift your arms,” his hands were already sliding it up over her slowly- watching the progress with slightly hooded eyes, the muscles in his stomach shifting. It wasn’t until he reached her chest that he paused again, wrists rolling so his palms were once more covering her- this time with the cloth obstruction between his palms and her flesh- kneading it slightly with his fingers before his lips pulled, pushing it back up over her arms and head and allowing it too to drop. They probably had a pile somewhere there now- building now that they were untangling limbs from the various clothing. It wasn’t until her thighs flexed- her body shifting on top of him that he drew in a deep breath, his hands returning to her hips as if to steady himself. Unexpected, he hadn’t even thought about how different the angle would be this way, how much further it seemed to be that he went into her. Her gasp had him looking up, eyes searching her face to ascertain that it wasn’t pain that had her sucking in her breath like that- lips parting to allow his tongue to poke at the side of his lips. Slow. He had to remember to go slow, the combination of everything made it necessary, his hips rising slowly from the table back into her- legs shifting beneath her so that his calves could wriggle their way out of the pants confining them- toes of either foot pressing until he could slide his shoes off.
The smiles that had been tilting his lips were gone, abject wonder replaced with the sort of seriousness only afforded to these situations, the hands at her hips tightening over the flesh. Tightening, kneading it, because somewhere he could hear the chastisement at taking her again with the knowledge that he had, could feel two separate hands beating him upside the head over it… but he couldn’t stop himself, or didn’t want to. It was hard to tell with her shifting over him like that, his body already re-accustoming itself to hers. This was… new. Different. Good different, his brain instantly identified- legs sliding up until they were bent at the knee- his feet sliding to what would have been shoulder width apart and flattening on the table. Definitely good different. His calves tensed, pushing off of the table with his feet and pulling her hips down harder against his, outright groaning at the contact it made. He was only glad his eyes didn’t actually roll back into his head as he felt they might’ve- catching the wince play over her features as it did, his lips pulling slightly as he slid one hand down around her hip, fingertips and palm running over the flesh- pushing between where they were joined and flipping his hand palm up, curling his fingers up and dragging them forward against the heated flesh. There, Pressed right up against his middle finger he could feel it- practically pulsing against his hand… He didn’t remove his other fingers though, uncurling them to complete the motion again- this time in time with the next upwards tilt of his hips. “If it starts hurting too much, you’ll tell me?” He managed to get out between breaths, his eyes searching her face. Too much, because he knew it was going to hurt, he wasn’t stupid. But there was manageable pain and then there wasn’t- the first he could be okay with… but the second was something he definitely couldn’t.
She was nodding. Nodding meant okay, it meant permission. Shit. To hell with the lectures he would possibly receive from this. He and Scotty could carry her between them all day to her classes if it was going to inflict that much damage. Could do a midnight run to the hospital wing for salves. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers now- looking down at him like they were from that position. Couldn’t stop the way that he swiveled his hips back into hers- the way his fingers curled back up into the folds of flesh and dragged more deliberately this time. She was just so damn beautiful like that- her lips still swollen from earlier, hair a mess from where he’d been grabbing it. He was tempted to pull her back down to him, align their torsos again, but this angle; the way she rolled her hips down into his was enough. Enough for him to curl his hand tighter around her hip and encourage her upwards, lifting his hips as she fell back down- grunt coming up the back of his throat as her thighs crushed back into him. He loved her thighs. He’d have to tell her that- that her thighs were perfect, the way they rounded just there beneath her hips like that, the way they slid along the flesh of his sides when he did that. His fingers curled again, picking up the pace of his fingers alone. She was in charge of the rest- in charge of what they did or didn’t do in this position, the fingers on her hip kneading the skin in encouragement.
His breathing had long since given up being controlled, chest moving in time it seemed with the rhythm set by their joined hips- his free hand had given up settling on her hip, had made the circuit over her flushed skin over and over again until he was sure he could have done so without the assistance of his sight. The way she moaned and gasped, the little sounds between the two that were pulled from her throat with each new position she tried, with each shift onto him and against his fingers. His hands had run the expanse of her torso, pulled and kneaded at the flesh- brushed his thumb over the points of her breasts and pushed his fingers into the space between. Memorizing. Every touch was memorization, committing her skin to his physical memory. He’d thought that he’d be able to distance himself the second time around, thought that he’d have more clarity of mind. By the time their skin was slick, both of their noises drifting unchecked between the two of them, he’d given up that pretense- allowed himself to fall once more into physical instinct alone. Allowed his palm to trail down the front of her, rubbing circles in the skin as he went until his fingers were angling down- sliding around her hip and to the swell of her ass- his fingers lengthening until they could gather the flesh between them- curl around it and assist in the movements she was making over top of him- into him. She was in control of their movements, of their pace, but he couldn’t stop his hips from lifting into hers occasionally- pushing off the balls of his feet and pulling at the flesh cupped in his palm at the same time. She was so goddamned beautiful- with the noises leaving her lips, with the way she moved against him, the way her face contorted up like that. He almost missed her falling forward, his fingers tightening over her for just a moment before releasing- sliding up over the supple flesh and running over the small of her back- pressing palm and fingers both into the muscle there- turning his own head until his lips were just centimeters from hers. “Danny, please....” He didn’t think he could handle that word on top of his name- sending his entire body clenching beneath her right before he angled his wrist, twisting it between them until he could pinch the flesh between two fingers- rubbing the flat of his palm over the warm flesh beneath- his lips pressing into the corner of her mouth where her dimples hid. “Let go Odette,” his voice was strained, just barely holding on as he pressed his feet back into the table, taking over for her as he ran his thumb along the sensitive nerve ending again, flat broad strokes turning to quick, small circles.
Her moan vibrating against his cheek, muscles spasming and pulling him even deeper. That was all it took- literally his entire world seeming to implode behind his eyelids as they slammed shut, groan wresting from his lips as her body contorted around him, his hips pushing up harder into hers for another few beats before falling heavily back down onto the table itself, jarring the legs holding them up. Fuck. Cohesive thought was completely blown out of the window, anything other than fragmented bliss and wonder and all around completion feathering only the edge of his consciousness as her lips brushed his skin, thumb unconsciously still rubbing slighter circles into her flesh as he turned his head, lips meeting with her forehead as she changed the angle of her kissing- lazily spinning his hips up into her again just because he could. Fuck. His breath stuttered out of his chest, a heaving sigh as the hand still gripping her hip flattened, palm running the curve of her side before twisting back around her, sliding onto her lower back and allowing his fingers to stretch, brush against the silky skin. He hadn’t been thinking. Not really- but her here, like this. Everything. It was a culmination of everything. Of the six years of wanting to touch her. Of the fighting. The feuding. The truths that had been only recently discovered between the lot of his family- a good deal more of it centered around her than he would have ever liked. But that was the past. And while it was going to have any matter of bearing upon their future, right now- it was just her. Her laying stretched out over him, the fine sheen of sweat coating her skin, her with her hair a mess as she pressed her face into his flesh. “You’re breathtaking.” It wasn’t sarcastic. Or biting as it would have been a few weeks previously. The very words were tinged with wonder- abstract awe at the fact that here, like this, she was still the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES
