[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.
[ It's slower this time, warmer; this is what she'd asked him over for, at least in part. Her hands aren't staying idle, sliding over him and massaging slightly. ]
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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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I'm supposed to let him know. Of course, it's tempting to find an apartment elsewhere anyway. There's too much testosterone in this house.
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You're fine.
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[You're lucky he's young, Aria. He could go all night.]
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Definitely. [ Now let her kiss you. ]
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