“mm, okay. so you’re soft,” you say, smiling down at him and giving a rock of your hips that makes his eyes flutter shut and draws a groan from low in his chest. 

“not soft,” he refutes. his hand jerks at his side, like he’s resisting the urge to grab your hip, even though such a movement would leave him flat on his back. “maybe i’ve just got my fair share of scars.” 

at that, your smile morphs into something sadder, and you let up the pressure on his shoulders. kit is still smiling, but you’re suddenly having trouble reconciling this image of him with the version you picked up from briarcliff last year. in a lot of ways, he’s the same as he was before he was falsely accused, but the differences stick out like his ribs did upon his return home. the next roll of your hips is halfhearted. 

kit thrusts upwards, but he doesn’t have the leverage he needs to do anything but encourage you to pull harder on the reigns. “aw, c’mon, babydoll. i was joking.” 

“i know. i’m just thinking.” 

“penny for your thoughts?” two lines appear between his eyebrows, his irises darting back and forth over your face. 

“i just forget, sometimes, about what happened to you. you hide all of it so well,” you say, looking down at him. he’s illuminated in moonlight, skin pale but flush with life, his nose strong and high. he seems younger than his bravado suggests, and all at once you’re furious with yourself. 

kit swallows. takes a breath. “i’m strong, darlin’. don’t think i’m still that man.”

“‘course not. but it wouldn’t hurt to be gentle with you, would it, lovey?”

kit opens his mouth like he wants to argue, but his lips come to a soft close when you reach to cup his cheek, your fingers skimming lightly over his stubbled jaw. “okay.”

you rock your hips with more intent, leaning down to kiss his neck as he matches your movements. quickly, you rebuild the heat that diffused during your conversation, and you pant into his mouth, foreheads pressed together. 

“god, you feel good,” he groans. “i fucking love this pussy.” with some effort, he shifts his weight onto one hand, raising the other and palming at your tits. 

your hands move to his back, arms looping around his torso, and lift your abdomen a little bit, allowing kit to sit up more and change his center of gravity, allowing him to hug your shoulders and hide his face in your neck as he thrusts his hips up. 

you grab his thighs, feeling the muscles contract under your fingers as he fucks up into you. he still doesn’t have very much leverage at all, so you rise and fall with his thrusts, nose buried in his hair. he smells like the gas station and cologne and open sky. 

heat begins to coil in your lower belly once you and kit set a faster pace. “ah…ah, kit,” you breathe, closing your eyes.

his thumb brushes your cheek. “open your eyes, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “let me see you.”

with difficulty, your eyes flutter open, though they sag heavily at half-mast. through your eyelashes, you watch his face tense up as his thrusts stutter and his arms shake. 

you follow shortly after, the world going white for a few seconds. when your vision returns, your ears buzz until kit presses a kiss to the side of your face and pulls out of you, rolling both of you onto your backs. as the heat fades, you’re reminded of how uncomfortable folded-down seats are and of how cold it is in the car. 

kit rubs his hands over your upper arms and smiles against your collarbone. “you say you’re being gentle, but i swear you’re gonna kill me, babydoll,” he whispers, pulling you into the circle of his arms.

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if my descriptions were nonsensical, they're doing this basically ^

this was supposed to be not sappy but i always get caught up in the kit-post-briarcliff debacle lol