[Well then. He tumbles them onto the bed, rolling so that he's on top of her. His mouth goes back to the centre of her chest as he works at getting her out of her trousers altogether. If she wants it quick and dirty, he can certainly go for that.]
[ Her hands don't leave his hair even as they tumble onto the bed, so hopefully he doesn't mind having it pulled a bit. Once he's working on her pants, however, she arches up against him so he can get them off and her hands move, nails scratching down his back. They're short -- they have to be, for her profession -- but that just means she's not being particularly careful. She wants at his neck, though, so one hand returns to his hair to try and tug him up slightly. ]
[He tugs her trousers off in one swift movement and tosses them... somewhere. All that matters is that they aren't on her anymore. He follows where the hands in his hair are leading him, lining their bodies up together. One hand is near her head, keeping himself propped up as the other moves it way up her thigh.]
[ Ariadne shifts up, nipping at his collarbone before really latching on. She doesn't want to be treated like glass, and she's going to extend the same courtesy -- and with every intention of making a mark. Her hands leave his hair, however, sliding over his back without nails this time while her legs part for his hand. ]
[His hand stops just at the top of his thigh before sliding back down, coming under her knee to hitch it up. He can feel teeth on his collarbone, and the little tingly shock waves of it are going straight down south. Ready to know what not being treated like glass feels like? Hand still holding her steady, he enters her in one strong stroke.]
[ It's a good thing he's enjoying those teeth, because when he enters her, she clamps down with them and groans. Her nails are back now, too, digging into his skin. It's good, though; exactly what she was looking for, and if it hurts at all, it's nothing compared to being stabbed. She moves her hands lower instead, letting her nails drag until she can grab onto his ass and try to pull him deeper. ]
[He's not going to object to the teeth or the nails, not when she feels this way around him. His hand in still hooked under her knee and he lifts it further, lifting her arse almost off the blankets as he slides the rest of the way in. He lets her settle for just a moment before he is pulling back, only to slam all the way in again.]
[ It comes out as more of a moan than anything, and it's definitely one of approval. Ariadne hitches her leg up around one of his, hoping he'll move his hand elsewhere. Hers aren't content to stay in one place, and neither is her mouth, nipping and biting at him. ]
[He can't help but laugh a little at that reaction, although it's choked off when he feels teeth on her neck again. He builds up a steady rhythm, hard and fast, his hand sliding up and down her thigh as he moves.]
[ If Eames didn't leave, he's probably regretting it at this point, because Ariadne isn't even attempting to be quiet. Instead she's trying to encourage him to keep going, harder, faster, whatever he'll give her as she moves with him. ]
[He knows he's not going to last long at this rate. His hand slides up from her thigh, rubbing her in circles as he continues to thrust. He leans in, kissing her hard, letting his desperation show a little.]
[ She moans into the kiss, hands burying in his hair again. It's high-pitched this time; she's close, closer as he touches her, closer still as his desperation comes across. It's not what she invited him over for, but god, it's good. ]
[He mouth moves to her neck and he bites down as he climaxes. He won't be the only one with marks tomorrow. He rests his forehead in the junction of her shoulder, breathing as he comes down.]
[ With luck, she'll be able to hide hers; Eames is the only one who knows anything about the two of them, and really, it's lucky he was the one to catch them on the stairs instead of one of the others. For now, she doesn't care -- that bite to her neck has her gasping, and soon she's shaking as she finishes with a drawn-out groan. ]
[He rolls off her, collapsing on his back, still breathing heavily. He smiles at her. He probably looks like a dope, but he's too blissed out to care at the moment. He won't ask her how she is this time, he's starting to learn. Also, it's pretty easy to tell.]
[ She returns that smile with one of her own, and if he looks like a dope, then she almost definitely does. She doesn't budge beyond that for the moment, despite how tempting it is to curl up in his body heat. Moving is simply too much effort at the moment. ]
[Her nails aren't that sharp, luckily. He shifts a little further up until his head is tucked under her chin. He's not sleepy, per say, but he feels pleasantly boneless and just wants to lay here for a bit.]
[ She's just fine with that. In response to his shifting, she moves her head to press a kiss to his hair, amused that he's the one tucking beneath her chin instead of the other way around. Her fingertips slide over his ribs, absentmindedly tracing. ]
[What can he say? He likes to switch it up sometimes. And he also likes the way he can hear her heartbeat going under his ear. He props himself up a little to kiss along her collarbone.]
I reckon you should have more rows with your flatmates, if this is how they're all going to turn out.
[ Humming slightly, pleased as he starts to kiss her again, Ariadne gently massages his scalp. ]
We've had worse. Not me and Eames, we actually get along pretty well, but in general. [ Another kiss to his hair. ] He just doesn't like people in his personal areas. [ See that, Eames? She's trying. ] Not without warning, at least.
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Is that right?
[Well then. He tumbles them onto the bed, rolling so that he's on top of her. His mouth goes back to the centre of her chest as he works at getting her out of her trousers altogether. If she wants it quick and dirty, he can certainly go for that.]
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[ It comes out as more of a moan than anything, and it's definitely one of approval. Ariadne hitches her leg up around one of his, hoping he'll move his hand elsewhere. Hers aren't content to stay in one place, and neither is her mouth, nipping and biting at him. ]
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[ That's better. It encourages her to shift into him slightly -- and gives her a chance to look at the marks she's left behind. ]
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[He mumbles it sleepily into her shoulder. Those are definitely nail mark on his pasty ginger ass, yep.]
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Mmhmm. [ There's another shift, then her own arm slips around him. ]
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I reckon you should have more rows with your flatmates, if this is how they're all going to turn out.
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We've had worse. Not me and Eames, we actually get along pretty well, but in general. [ Another kiss to his hair. ] He just doesn't like people in his personal areas. [ See that, Eames? She's trying. ] Not without warning, at least.
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[It's very hard not to start purring when she's got her hands in his hair like that.]
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