#yapping and wacking

It's a different hotel this time.

Gem is too busy, however, memorizing every inch of the face that is currently staring back at her, to really take in her environment. It's cheap, it's kinda sleazy, it's for Etho.

"You really ought to take me to a nicer place next time, y'know," Gem's fingers itch to caress his cheeks, run her fingers over his lumberjack beard. It's longer than last time, a little less groomed. He was hasty.

"Next time?" Etho breathes out, face already a pertinent shade of pink.

Gem grins and adjusts so that she is now properly straddling him.

She wants to tell him 'any time', 'whenever you want,' instead she leans forward and plants a kiss against his lips.

His chapstick is plain, but she appreciates the forethought. She presses close to him, looping her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of pine and sweat. He's warm, and though he hesitates, the hands that rise to firmly hold her at the hips are comforting.

She wonders if he put on cologne for her or if he naturally smells like the woods. She parts her lips for him, her tongue licking into his mouth as he adjusts to deepen the kiss. She rolls her hips forward ever so slightly, and the grip on her waist tightens. 'Probably the latter', she thinks.

Gem pulls back, giving the pair a moment to catch their breaths. Etho looks positively flustered and Gem can't help but giggle.

"Whose been teaching you how to kiss, Etho?" she teases, because she knows he likes that sort of thing, and he has actually gotten better.

Etho grins, pulling her closer, "Jealous, Gem?"

Gem snorts in response, rolling her eyes at Etho's one-uppance.

"Jealous of what? Whoever had to teach a forty year old man how to make out?" Gem stick her tongue out, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Not forty yet!" he protests, practically whining.

Gem's giggling, she runs a hand through his hair. Mousey-brown-blonde and short, well kept, strands of silver, like Christmas tinsel, showing his age.

She takes the time to admire his face, cupping his chin with her free hand. The laugh lines that crease his eyes show the ten years between them, but it doesn't intimidate her. It's Etho, after all.

Instead, she finds it kind of hot. Like making out with your best friend's dad or something. She figures that if Etho dug deep enough, he'd probably find it hot too. Of course, if he didn't already.

Gem leans forward, parting her lips to take his in. This time the kiss is… romantic, less fervent and passionate. She takes her time with it, savoring the feeling and taste of his mouth.

Coffee, minty toothpaste, it's exactly the same as last time, just what she'd expect of the man who has the same sandwich every day for lunch.

Gem presses her body against his, moving her fingers down his forearms, feeling the muscle move and adjust beneath her touch. He has kept fit that's for sure, that much she had noticed upon their first tryst. He'd had no problem keeping up with her antics.

Her tongue swipes across the top of his. The grip on her waist tightens again. She brushes over the tops of his hands and firmly plants her palms against them. He's trembling ever so slightly. Cute.

She nudges his hands up, inviting him to feel more of her. Gem's pretty pleased with her body after all, she works hard to mainain her physique, why shouldn't she show it off to him?

And God if it doesn't feel good when his hands travel up her sides and back down. She encourages him to lift her shirt and he obliges, splaying his hands across her belly and sides. His hands, God his hands.

They're rough with years worth of manual work etched into the deep grooves and valleys of his palms. The occassional snag against her skin sends goosebumps wherever he touches her, and Gem finds herself slowly unravelling.

She wants his hands on her for the rest of time, the way he explores her body like a treasure map with untold riches at the X. And fuck if it doesn't feel like Heaven when he thumbs gently over her nipples. It makes her desperate and wanting more, letting the greed of it all envelope her. She wants him so bad, wants to be mulled over by him, molded in his hands like one of his redstone projects. God if she isn't a nerd for thinking it, but damn if it isn't true!

It's all Etho, all the way down. She can't help if the way he whines when she adjusts in his lap sends shivers down her spine. Can't help if the rough kisses against her collar bone, then shoulder, then neck, make the fire that is building in her belly, tingle. It's so stupid and it's so real, and she savors every single second of it.

Her hands are on his again as she leans forward, lips pressing against his neck. She pushes his hands up, up, until they're just below her bra strap, hoping he gets the idea.

He does, of course, he's a clever enough man to figure it out. His fingers fiddle with the clasp for a moment, but he is able to release the interlocking metal rather quickly. Gem lets him take the lead and put his hands wherever the hell he wants, while she begins working on a hickey on his neck.

Her tongue, warm and wet, slips across his skin, tasting salt and pine. 'His bodywash must be one of those 'manly' scented ones'. It almost makes her laugh to think about it. Instead she bites down on the flesh at her mouth, not hard enough to hurt much, but enough that when she sucks on it, it leaves a little bruise.

Etho has been shakily unbottoning her blouse in the meantime, struggling as his need overwhelms his ability to think properly. Gem leans back just enough to admire her handywork. The bruise is already turning a pretty shade of purple when she gently passes a finger over it.

She sighs softly and begins helping Etho with the buttons, working the one or two he has left and carefully shrugging off the blouse.

Etho can't help but stare. He reaches a hand out and cups a breast. It's cute, perky, and clothed in a foresty green lace.

"I thought you might like the color." She’s soft for him.

Etho meets her gaze and his eyes are wide, pupils blown.

"Uh-huh," is really all he can manage.

Gem tosses her head back in a lovely laugh, her hair falling down her back in a gorgeous waterfall of red. The sound is music in an otherwise quiet room.

Etho can't take it anymore, he's desperate and needy, when he suddenly overtakes Gem. He pushes her back onto the bed, one hand planted firmly by her head, the other gripping her hip.

Gem grins and together they get rid of the bra.

"What's wrong Etho? Making out just too much for you?" He’s just so easy to tease!

There's a low rumble in the back of his throat, disgruntled, when he rolls his hips forward, grinding into her crotch.

Gem bites her lower lip, and the movement elicits a soft whine. If anything, the shift in dynamic has turned her on exponentially. She raises her legs to lock around his waist and when he rolls his hips again, she lifts hers to meet him.

That's it.

The pair meet in a feverish kiss, aggressive and needy. Gem bites at Etho's lips, runs her hands up his back beneath his shirt and tugs it off. He obliges, letting her toss it to the side. They're both moaning softly now as the friction between them heats up. Etho whiny and wanting for more and more, Gem is keen and eager.

Etho's fingers find themselves at Gem's front, shaking as he tries to unbotton her pants. They've broken their kiss briefly to give him a moment of focus. It's then when he suddenly stops and looks up.

Gem is so beautiful. Her eyes lidded and glassy with lust, her hair splayed behind her head, framing her like a painting. She whines at the loss of their "expressive" movements.

"Ethooo," she whimpers, slipping her fingers beneath the front of his pants and tugging him towards her.

Etho opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then closes it like whatever he has to say won't be good enough for her ears. It briefly reminds Gem of their text conversation, how he struggled to find the words to respond. 'Fuck, fuck, why does he have to be so cute? So endearing?'

She tugs again and it brings him back to reality. He leans forward and presses a kiss against her neck, then cheek, then lips. When he parts from her mouth, his voice is breathy and unsure.

"Can we… go all the way?"

And Gem swears she can hear his heart beating desperately against his chest. She rolls her eyes, but the smile plastered against her cheeks betrays her.

"Duh," she manages, but it doesn't bite like it usually does. She doesn't want to wait anymore, she's tired of waiting. So she pulls him in for another fiery kiss.