he'd missed this feeling. the mind numbing and euphoric hum that spread through each one of his limbs; leaving nothing but the burning fire in the pit of his stomach. it'd been slow at first -- stoked and awakened by the way cordelia bit her lips or how she crossed those beautiful legs of hers. he was just a man after all and even with his well intentions to be a gentleman, his eyes would briefly touch at the cleavage she branded or how those dark eyes of @dynamit3 lingered a little longer than normal on him. it was a different sensation, being appraised by such a beautiful woman; he'd had a few look at him that way but none that made his mind wander as much as she did.
it was natural progression wasn't it? to be smiling and making her laugh, to having her laid out before him legs spread wide. after all she'd come to visit him at the station, why? he wasn't sure they never really made it that far. he'd been eager to heft her into his arms and cart her off to the archives room, the dimly light halfway casting shadows across her beautiful face the entire way. now tucked behind four rows of metal shelves containing evidence on every arrested individual in town, he felt he was being blessed. he'd given up on god a long time ago, but now between her legs he was certain something of the sort existed.
her nails clawed at his lower abdomen as he gripped her full hips. fingers leaving impressions against the soft and smooth flesh and he wanted to do so much more. his lips wanted to canvas every inch of her, teeth to mark up her soft body; and to to feel her shudder from his touch. patience wasn't on his side - but something in him hoped this wasn't a one time thing. the slap of skin against skin was muffled by the stuffed quarters, but it was music to his ears. to hear her moaning as he slide into her made the hairs on his arms raise. it was addictive to watch her -- his glasses riding low on the edge of his nose didn't stop him from drinking in every inch of the view.
throat exposed and back arching she was a fucking vision and it made every nerve in his cock sing, every thrust like slipping between silk. he'd given up on fighting the moans that fell from his own lips, his breaths coming quicker the deeper he dived into her. to hear her voice and that breathless call; how torn between gleeful and ruined she sounded. his thumb brushed circles along her clit and his hips followed in a even pace that complimented his work. something in him was desperate to freeze time -- to suspend this moment of ecstasy that coiled up his spine. it trapped him in a vice so deadly that part of him felt overwhelmed while the other half seemed starved. his cock throbbed as his strokes slowed; that frustrated whine escaping her only earning her a breathless laugh from him.
there is a soft click that catches his attention. he's quick (and content) to bury himself in her while his body comes to lay against hers. a hand coming to cover her mouth as a finger presses to his own. pale green eyes flicker from her to the door that opens for a brief moment before the thud of a cardboard box can be heard. a heavy huff is given before the lights are flicked off and the door shuts once more. his forehead rests against her breast a soft laugh shaking his upper body before he peers at her through the darkness, hand slipping from her mouth to smooth against her soft cheek. " god you're fucking beautiful. "
meme sent : quiet: for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.
song to play (optional) while reading ; acquainted the weekend
