[ she has to let go of him at some point, but his weight against hers and the way he catches his breath synchronizes with hers is making it very hard to do so. she does put both her feet back on the floor, almost stumbling with exhaustion as she does so, but manages to keep a steady grip on his arm as she leans one last, chaste kiss.
that felt really nice. so much so that she's giggling against his lips the more it dawns on her in the midst of the afterglow -- that they're simply too impatient to wait for their return to tokyo, let alone vegas, and decided to fuck against the door instead where anyone could interrupt at any moment. he really was serious when he said he wasn't going to hold back, yet he still has the sense not to come all over her... :/ oh well. ]
Next time...
[ she breathes her words next, head shifting to rest right on his bountiful chest. rip her poor legs. ]
[ Narrator voice: And then they did do it in a bed (two weeks later).
With his heart starting to slow again and his breathing evening out, and with Ishmael's head tucked against his chest, Wriothesley takes a second to idly tug one of the not-so-neatly pinned back loops of hair free from its bindings. Sorry Marcille, you did such a good job but half of it's starting to come undone from their quickie in the van and there's no point in trying to salvage it now.
Even if it did look really great while it lasted. ]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[ He'd pay a hefty sum for a bed and an hour of privacy right now, but all the Mora and kryptos in the world won't get them out of the desert any faster. When they get back...
But that's still far into the future. For now, they have more important things to deal with. ]
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that felt really nice. so much so that she's giggling against his lips the more it dawns on her in the midst of the afterglow -- that they're simply too impatient to wait for their return to tokyo, let alone vegas, and decided to fuck against the door instead where anyone could interrupt at any moment. he really was serious when he said he wasn't going to hold back, yet he still has the sense not to come all over her... :/ oh well. ]
Next time...
[ she breathes her words next, head shifting to rest right on his bountiful chest. rip her poor legs. ]
Let's do it on the bed next time.
[ yeah. ]
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With his heart starting to slow again and his breathing evening out, and with Ishmael's head tucked against his chest, Wriothesley takes a second to idly tug one of the not-so-neatly pinned back loops of hair free from its bindings. Sorry Marcille, you did such a good job but half of it's starting to come undone from their quickie in the van and there's no point in trying to salvage it now.
Even if it did look really great while it lasted. ]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[ He'd pay a hefty sum for a bed and an hour of privacy right now, but all the Mora and kryptos in the world won't get them out of the desert any faster. When they get back...
But that's still far into the future. For now, they have more important things to deal with. ]
Go wash up. I'll clean up here.
[ He did make most of the mess after all. :/ ]