OOM.

[yosafbridge]

Her room hasn't changed much in the first few months since she's been Bound. Bare walls that were once completely devoid of decor are now covered in lush tapestry, as well as souvenirs that she's successfully pulled off some unsuspecting marks. She's not about to brag about them to anyone who happens to stop by, but back in her world, each and every one is worth a pretty penny.

The bed itself is still an upgrade; bigger, too, after she put in a request to make it large enough for two and any activities implied by the addition of more space.

She barely squeezes through the door, tossing her room key down on a smaller table, and turns to him, holding an arm out in a sweeping introductory gesture.

"This is it."

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[yosafbridge]

"Yeah. Yeah," she echoes, though hers are slightly weaker in nature.

The third doesn't take long to arrive; it's not as strong as the others, but no less intense, and the cry she makes is a good indication of his success in bringing her to that point.

[latino_menace]

It may not take long but it's torture for him. Torture of the best kind, obviously as as soon as she's clenching round him again he stops trying to hold himself back. It waits just long enough to enjoy her cry and the look on her face, then it only takes a few hard thrusts before he's straining all over, cutting off a strangled noise in the back of his throat as he comes.

[yosafbridge]

Her fingertips dig into his back, creating tiny points of contact when her nails meet his skin, murmuring softly in his ear as he reaches his own peak.

She relaxes her touch as their bodies relax, tracing the curve of his spine from top to bottom with feather-light brushes.

[latino_menace]

He stays where he is for a moment or two, liking her hands on him and also just trying to get his breath back. When the initial rush is over he pulls back and rolls over on to his back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head to look at her and grinning.

He would ask if it was good for her...no, wait. He wouldn't. He already knows it was.

'Mind if I smoke?'

[yosafbridge]

After a moment, she rolls onto her side, using her hand to pillow her head up slightly as she fixes on him with a lazy grin.

"Wouldn't bother me," she says, reaching over with her other hand to idly trace the curves of his chest.

[latino_menace]

'Want one?'

He gets up to find his jeans, procurs smokes and Zippo and slumps back down. His muscles are all feeling pleasantly loose and warm right now.

[yosafbridge]

She's a smoker when the occasion calls, and as he gets up to find them, she pulls up one edge of the bedsheets to slip underneath, letting the thin fabric hug her body when she rolls back towards him.

"Sure," she agrees, plucking one from his hand and holding it out for him to light, leaning forward to let her mouth wrap around the other end.

[latino_menace]

He's bemused by the sudden display of bashfulness, as he interprets it, and lights her smoke with a smile on his face.

'Your hangover going to be bad tomorrow? You put away quite a lot of tequila there.'

[yosafbridge]

We didn't say she was completely covered, at any rate - there are hints here and there peeking out.

"Nothin' a few glasses of water won't fix," she answers, laying back, her red hair fanning out around her head as she lifts the cigarette to her lips and inhales.

"Hydration's the key," she adds, with a soft giggle.

[latino_menace]

'So I'm told.'

He never bothers, mainly because he prefers coffee and a hair of the dog first thing in the morning. He stands now and pulls his jeans on, finds the tequila bottle and takes a mouthful, looking at her lying there.

'This is the bit where I make sure I'm gone before morning. You see where my shirt went?'

[yosafbridge]

Brow furrowing, she holds up one finger, placing the cigarette between her lips as she moves to the other side of the bed.

There's a brief period of rummaging before she comes up with it, tossing it to him.

"Can't say as I blame you for leaving," she adds, "but I will say: y'don't have to be a stranger."

[latino_menace]

'Want more, do you?'

He laughs and disappears into the bathroom to drop the butt of his smoke in the toilet because it would be very bad form to stub it out on the carpet. When he comes back he's pulling his shirt on and he sits on the bed next to her, leaning down to kiss her.

'Next time it can be your turn to leave my bed cold, alright?'

[yosafbridge]

Her other hand tangles in his shirt again, keeping him near to respond with a gentle nipping kiss.

"Deal."

Then he's released, and she settles back against the pillows to watch him leave, taking another drag on the cigarette.

[latino_menace]

He gives no thought to leaving because she'd said back in the bar that that's what she wanted. More than that, it's what he wants right now. So he heads off merrily, just pausing at the door to look back and wink at her before making for his room where a shower and sleep awaits.