[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.
the stages of intimacy || @forgotten-retrouvaille
the moonlight cascades in through the sheer curtains to drape the room in dim light. The only illumination in an other words endless darkness. Out here there are no street lights or search lights. No cars or sounds the city would have. It is just them and this makeshift tent. The wind blows against it, threatening to tear it down but they do not care. They are far too wrapped in each other to care about the storm raging outside when there is this much heat between them.
His body presses into hers in slow steady thrusts and her moans only drive him more and more over the edge. Movements get harder. Quicker. Enough so that her nails dig into his skin and her teeth bear down into him. A quite laugh escapes her as she does so because its all she can do to keep quiet. Despite the wind and rain any single person on the team outside this tent could hear them and well... they'd never hear the end of it. Thor buries himself in her over and over knowing that whatever this is there's no going back from it. Not that he would, but they can't deny what there is. No matter how they try.
