#hunter anon

Your head rolled back as Hunter pressed his tongue to your clit before tracing circles over it. You let out a silky moan that left him even harder. One arm held you firmly in place while he lapped you up and filled his senses with nothing but you. He paused, gazing up at you and smirking with a low hum. You wanted to scoff at his smug face, but couldn't help but smile softly with a "more." He could feel the vibrations of your tone dancing along his ear and he obeyed, nuzzling your clit with his nose before gently sucking some more. He had teased you long enough and nearly came at the delicious gasp that left your lips as his fingers slipped inside you. In no time you were moaning his name while he sent you over the edge, still holding your cunt to his mouth until you started to come down from your high.

You reached down and he crawled up the bed. The murmur stuck in your throat while he kissed your lips left his cock twitching.

"You need to be taken care of?" you asked with soft playfulness.

"Mm hmm."

You couldn't hide the sharp intake of breath you felt as he entered you with a beautiful moan of his own. He didn't waste any time. Your head fell back and all you knew was his body, his scent, his voice. He closed his eyes, blocking out one sense so that he could better appreciate the others. Every little noise that left your lips. Every noise your pussy made while he fucked you. The smell of your shampoo mingled with light sweat. The taste of you still on his lips.

He kissed your earlobe and whispered, "I want you to come again. Can you do that for me?"

"Hunter..."

"I know you can." He kissed your cheek and adjusted the angle of his hips, diving deeper inside you. It was all you needed to soar again.

"So good for me," he said, his eyes now open and watching you come.

"Hunter," you gasped.

They walked with you, one on either side. As you looked at clothes Wrecker stood around you like a shield. Any time a store worker approached to ask if you needed help, he gently put up his hand and said you were fine. You smiled gratefully at him. Hunter talked to you about what you would like to wear and he just generally kept you company. He noticed your frustration when you noted how frumpy a lot of the clothes looked.

"You deserve to feel as beautiful as you are," he said.

He gave you a supportive shoulder rub when he saw tears in your eyes. They let you take your time, not pushing for information on why this was painful, but simply being there for you.

When you looked at a dress a little longer than anything else, Hunter could feel the change in your mood - a hint of hope in your heart. It was quickly gone and you tried putting the dress back before he stopped you.

"Just try it," he encouraged.

You did so, stepping into the dressing room and feeling immediately overwhelmed by all the mirrors. You changed and looked at yourself, unsure of how you felt. The dress was a little too tight, but you loved the color and the way it laid on your body otherwise.

"How's it going," Hunter asked.

"Uhh... it's probably a size too small," you quietly admitted.

Hunter nodded his head toward the rack and Wrecker got one in the next size up. He knocked on your door and silently handed it to you. You put it on and smiled, pushing past old thoughts and worries.

"How about now," Hunter asked.

You opened the door slightly to see your friends waiting for you and smiling on the other side. They both beamed when you stepped out and Hunter took your hand and guided you to the mirror. You looked anywhere but there.

"Don't look away," he encouraged.

"Yeah, mesh'la," agreed Wrecker, "look at yourself. You look like a million credits."

You looked at yourself and smiled a little, not just at yourself in the dress, but at the boys smiling back at you. Wrecker couldn't help himself and picked you up into a huge hug.

You declared, "Mission accomplished, I guess."

"Good," Wrecker said, putting you down. "I hope you will dance with me at least once at the reception."

"But not every dance goes to Wrecker," added Hunter. "I'd like at least one too."