OOM: Upstairs.

[yosafbridge]

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.

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[yosafbridge]

Her breathing comes fast, quick and hot against his jaw as she starts to feel herself unwind over him.

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.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

He grinds his hips up against hers as she moves over him, nails drawing lines across her skin as his chin tips back, mouth open although no sound comes out.

His muscles coil, his frame a string stretched taut, almost ready to snap.

[yosafbridge]

A small line appears between her eyebrows, the only sign of the effort it's taking her not to cry out as loud as she wants to - though a whimper does make it past her lips, a sound both sweet and raw.

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.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

His back arches, his hold on her tightening as he continues to move, closer and closer to giving in even as he tries to resist.

As he reaches his peak, he lets out a moan, a sound that's soft as it filters through his teeth.

[yosafbridge]

She surges above him when he rises beneath her, and she can't pinpoint the moment when it happens; all she knows is that it does, reducing her to a sweaty and breathless state as she slumps forward against his chest.

Her fingers stroke along his arm as she comes back down from it all, cheek resting on his shoulder.

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

One of his hands slides around her shoulders as his breath calms, thumb drawing invisible circles on her skin.

He doesn't say anything, not yet, but that is a definite smirk on his face.

[yosafbridge]

She's not anywhere close to moving at the moment, so instead, she tilts her chin up to look at him.

"I think your luck's rubbing off on me."

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

He shifts, the better to meet her eyes.

"You complainin'?"

[yosafbridge]

She places a long, lazy open-mouthed kiss to the edge of his mouth.

"Does it look like I am?"

[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

"Fair point," he murmurs, returning the kiss.

"Let's say I was just makin' sure."

[yosafbridge]

Her mouth plays against his with a quiet sound of approval; then, she settles in again along his side.

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.