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yosafbridge) wrote2009-11-12 09:37 pm
yosafbridge) wrote2009-11-12 09:37 pm
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OOM: Upstairs.
After a particularly rousing evening, Saffron wakes up to a dimly lit room and a body sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.
He doesn't look like he'll be waking up any time soon, so she dresses quickly and quietly, running a comb through her red curls, and then slips downstairs to bring a few things back up to the room with her.
There's a tray in her hands when she comes up, with a hot thermos full of good, strong caf and some assorted breakfast food - a plate of eggs, some toast, a bowl of assorted sliced fruit. Most of it she wouldn't touch herself, apart from the fruit (and Bar serves fruit that's all kinds of fantastic), but when she'd put in the request, it's what she'd been given, and she can at least nibble on a few things.
He's still asleep when she gets back, so she sets the tray down at the foot of the bed, kicking out of her jeans to leave herself in his shirt, and then crawls back under the covers to drape her body over his, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe.
He doesn't look like he'll be waking up any time soon, so she dresses quickly and quietly, running a comb through her red curls, and then slips downstairs to bring a few things back up to the room with her.
There's a tray in her hands when she comes up, with a hot thermos full of good, strong caf and some assorted breakfast food - a plate of eggs, some toast, a bowl of assorted sliced fruit. Most of it she wouldn't touch herself, apart from the fruit (and Bar serves fruit that's all kinds of fantastic), but when she'd put in the request, it's what she'd been given, and she can at least nibble on a few things.
He's still asleep when she gets back, so she sets the tray down at the foot of the bed, kicking out of her jeans to leave herself in his shirt, and then crawls back under the covers to drape her body over his, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe.
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A quick shift and she's sliding down around him, down and down until he's completely buried inside her, and then she stays there, hands flat on his chest and keeping her propped up - and finally she starts to move, slowly, slowly, releasing her breath in a gasp and a soft whimper.
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He keeps his eyes fixed on her face, managing, even as his breath hitches, a crooked smile.
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She bends low to him, kissing him slowly as they set a faster rhythm together. Her hands grip at his shoulders, then cup his face; the kiss turns sloppy when the pace increases.
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His fingers dig into her back, pulling her closer even as they move together, the beating of his heart mirroring the faster pace.
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Her thighs clench around his waist as she rears back, flicking her hair out of her eyes with a toss of her head, her hips rolling back and forth, faster and harder.
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His muscles coil, his frame a string stretched taut, almost ready to snap.
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Just when she thinks she can't crest any further, she does, her body trembling over his as she tries to hold on just a little longer, a series of Mandarin curses streaming from her.
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As he reaches his peak, he lets out a moan, a sound that's soft as it filters through his teeth.
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Her fingers stroke along his arm as she comes back down from it all, cheek resting on his shoulder.
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He doesn't say anything, not yet, but that is a definite smirk on his face.
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"I think your luck's rubbing off on me."
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"You complainin'?"
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"Does it look like I am?"
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"Let's say I was just makin' sure."
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Her breathing evens out, and though she knows she's got to get up eventually (she never stays, they usually go), she tells herself it'll be just a few more minutes.