#iintimacies

murdoc's mouth is soft against her shoulder, arms wrapped around her to hold her close to him. lucy's warming cheek presses to the cool of the window of their hotel room, a whimper deep in his throat. it's the aftermath of another successful crime, the adrenaline flowing through their veins as delight radiates off them. it had been hard for them to keep their hands off each other as they sped off, lucy's hair catching in the wind as he had turned and laughed, something wild and untamed. the escape was nearly torture— miles away from the epicenter in a car full of nothing but tension. she had almost told him to pull over. instead, he kept his hands on the wheel while murdoc's gloved fingers teased her folds through her panties.

it's a miracle she didn't get pulled over.

clothing had been thrown haphazardly, lucy grinning against his mouth when murdoc picks her up, legs wrapping around his hips. his fingers curl into his dark hair with a low moan when he bites at her neck. it could be dangerous for them to be so blatantly fucking against the window, but she thinks they're high enough in the building to not be seen with the naked eye.

there's another thought that passes— it'd be a less of a terrible crime to be arrested for public indecency than it would be for murder. she realizes she doesn't mind. it might be worrying if he had any morals. it's a good thing that he's left so many behind.

she kisses him again before he sits her feet back onto the floor, spinning her around to where her forehead presses against the glass. sweaty palms squeak as lucy attempts to grab onto anything as his cock presses into her. instead, he tenses his legs in an effort to not fall, a high-pitched whine echoing in the room as he bottoms out. fuck, she thinks. it doesn't matter how many times they have sex— everything still feels right. he knows more about her than anyone else. it makes her chest grow warm (a new feeling, but one that isn't terrible at all). murdoc speaks in that low, dangerous tone of his and lucy almost thinks that she'd do anything for him if he kept talking to him in that particular tone.

lucy swallows to wet her dried throat, head resting back against his shoulder. " you— i want you to make me, baby. please. " his lashes flutter as he looks up at him, the corners of his eyes already growing wet. murdoc's arms grow tighter around her as she reaches, an arm bending back so he can reach back and tangle her fingers into his hair. she couldn't do this with anyone else.

no. let's rephrase that. she wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. purely just sex? she can get that from anyone. this? it feels so, so different from anything else. they're getting away with it. they can get away with anything. " i almost, mh, i almost cried in the car. you were teasing me so badly i nearly fucked you in the backseat. would you have let me? i think— oh my god murdoc fuck— you would have. "

despite how cool her skin is, the tile of the island is colder, pressed against her cheek.  in all honesty, it’s lucy’s fault that she’s in this position, pinned down underneath murdoc, his thigh tight between her legs.  he’d been getting on his nerves all day, the corner of her mouth turned up into a perpetual smirk.  right now, though, her mouth is curled around a whine, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.  he’s already probably soaked his panties, hips grinding down onto her husband’s thigh.  she’d been told not to, of course, but it’s never easy to keep lucy from doing things he shouldn’t.  it’s all she can do in this position — turned away and under his thumb.

he can feel murdoc’s free hand slide under the hem of her (well, his) shirt, tongue pressing into the side of her cheek.  “ don’t want to ruin your shirt, do you? ”  it’s playing with fire at this point.  she’s aware that he could as easily grab a knife and slip it between her ribs as he could actually fucking her.  for a moment, he isn’t sure which one he wants more.  her tongue draws against her bottom lip, eyes catching the light from above the island.  blonde locks drag against the tile as he locks his gaze with murdoc’s, hips pushing down against him once again.  surely he’s getting punished for it, but it feels too good to behave.  “ why don’t you fuck me, hm?  i know you’re hard and i know you want me just as badly as i want you. ”

the early morning light is soft as it comes in through the window. murdoc's fingers are light as he plays through the strands of her hair, something self-satisfied on his mouth as he looks at her. her own eyes are soft as she looks up at him, her own touch gentle against his arm.

the hand at the top of his head loosens up, something almost apologetic on her face. he's acutely aware of how the mirror's cold against her shoulders, the sound of the party outside. lucy's face flushes as she looks down at murdoc between her legs, teeth biting into her bottom lip. " fuck. sorry. " it's a breathy little thing, his other hand scrunching the bottom of his dress in his hand. " just-- fuck, why won't you fuck me already? " her question is petulant, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. " i mean, come on. you've just-- you have to want to fuck me. i'm sure i'm wet enough already. "

it's early in the day, the sun peeking through the blinds. the dredges of sleep still play softly at the corner of my mind, though murdoc's fingers are soft against my bare stomach. it's a nice feeling, sparks following when his fingertips dance across my skin. neither one of us has much to do today-- after all, this is just a moment between us.

he presses me against his front, one hand raising to cup my breast, the other slipping into my panties. it's a wonderful thing to feel, especially something so sweet. it used to be hard to reconvene that the hands that have killed so many people are the same that treat me so gently. it's easy now. so, so many things are.

up until now, their intimacy had consisted of holding hands in public and sharing kisses filled with smiles and giggling as they held each other on the couch. but barbie, for one, could feel the want growing within her. every time she caught mabon licking something from a spoon or looking at her in a certain way, she blushed and clamped her thighs a bit closer together. it's not as if she's inexperienced with this sort of thing, but she enjoyed making love. taking things slow. and they had, but now, she wanted more. and to her relief, it seemed mabon did, too.

murdoc knows better than to tease her like that, to tease her until she's soaking wet and shaking under his touch. he also knows that murdoc doesn't care about what she wants. it's a wonderful thing to be able to drop the farce for once. the feeling of his gloved fingertips is a strange sensation against her folds and she can't help but jolt at each contact. " m-- murdoc. " it's a soft whine, his head tilting back into the pillows as his hips buck harder against his hand. the orgasm tightens low in her belly-- she swallows hard--