[When he looks down at her, she's looking up at him, her eyes dark as she takes her time, swallows, backs up just enough so the last burst of his orgasm coats her tongue and moves back, unfolding, standing. She primly presses the edge of her thumb to the corner of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue flicks out and licks her top lip.
And she gives him a searing kiss, the taste of him all over her mouth, tugging him down by the back of his neck.
It's not a fast kiss. It's very very sloppy. When she speaks, there's a hoarseness to her voice.]
[ What kind of question -- he's gonna fucking fall over in a second.
In fact it's the only reason he doesn't drag her back into that kiss, because she sounds incredible, and the fact that it came from sucking his cock makes it even sexier. Give him five minutes, he can go again... but, okay, fine. A nap would be kinda nice, too. He can behave. ]
I'll take it. [ Very deliberately, he relaxes his hold on her and lets her go, although that low, simmering want in his eyes is never going to go away. ] Maybe someday you can tell me where the fuck you learned how to do all that.
[She reaches for her towel again, and dries her hair off, her shoulders, her breasts, as she starts towards her bedroom. Her bed is enormous, king-sized and covered in a thick duvet and enough pillows to be slightly absurd, but she likes it.]
You have to earn my secrets, Charles.
[She gets in the bed and reaches for him, though, because she wants to-
-cuddle.
He's big and he's warm and she wants to press against him, to fall asleep against the heat of him; he's all leonine muscle and strong hands that feel good against her skin. She stretches, languid and naked and looking comfortable.]
But that's a temptation he's not nearly strong enough to pass up. So he scrubs his hair just enough so that it's not dripping water that's now ice cold everywhere, and then climbs into the massive bed after her. She's warm herself, and he's sick of this cold, and he's never slept as well as he does in the company of a beautiful naked woman.
She's welcome to position him how she likes, but he wants to touch her. He's not shy about doing it, his hand immediately sliding into the slope of her waist, stroking her hip, coaxing her closer. ]
[There is that languorous heat of another person, lush and luxurious in a way that makes her feel sleepy and drunk both. Itās the delicious warmth of being in a good sunny spot, eyes closed and her tail twitching.
She tugs and turns until sheās halfway on him, their legs tangled, her head against his shoulder. He can touch her all he wants without so much as a fuss from her. She, in turn, has one arm against his waist, her fingers brushing lightly, her nose against the dip of his clavicle.
She takes a breath.]
Thank you.
For stopping me.
[She says it sleepily, and itās true. She means it.]
[ This is comfort like he's never felt. Never thought existed in a way that wouldn't scald him to experience. That he isn't bolting from the very sight of it shakes something he thought was carved into his bones. But what is there to fight for? He'd be resisting nothing except her, and he doesn't actually want to do that either.
So he settles in with a deep, heavy sigh, his fingertips trailing the side of her body, and he marvels at words he never would have imagined someone saying to him. ]
You're welcome.
[ That she can be so dangerous and still be this soft makes both things even more attractive. ]
Thank you for not putting my head through the bar.
[She hums it as she presses her mouth to the spot against his chest, content to let him know that way that she wouldn't do that to him for something so dumb, that his smell is ingrained in the deepest parts of her nose, that she may be a cat but her favor is supreme and unquestioned when it's ascendant, and Charles is like a star.
Instead she presses in closer and doesn't worry that she'll shift in her sleep - she doesn't feel that buzzing uncertainty of it - and lets his heat slip her to sleep.]
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And she gives him a searing kiss, the taste of him all over her mouth, tugging him down by the back of his neck.
It's not a fast kiss. It's very very sloppy. When she speaks, there's a hoarseness to her voice.]
Do you want to stay a bit? I kind of want a nap.
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In fact it's the only reason he doesn't drag her back into that kiss, because she sounds incredible, and the fact that it came from sucking his cock makes it even sexier. Give him five minutes, he can go again... but, okay, fine. A nap would be kinda nice, too. He can behave. ]
I'll take it. [ Very deliberately, he relaxes his hold on her and lets her go, although that low, simmering want in his eyes is never going to go away. ] Maybe someday you can tell me where the fuck you learned how to do all that.
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You have to earn my secrets, Charles.
[She gets in the bed and reaches for him, though, because she wants to-
-cuddle.
He's big and he's warm and she wants to press against him, to fall asleep against the heat of him; he's all leonine muscle and strong hands that feel good against her skin. She stretches, languid and naked and looking comfortable.]
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But that's a temptation he's not nearly strong enough to pass up. So he scrubs his hair just enough so that it's not dripping water that's now ice cold everywhere, and then climbs into the massive bed after her. She's warm herself, and he's sick of this cold, and he's never slept as well as he does in the company of a beautiful naked woman.
She's welcome to position him how she likes, but he wants to touch her. He's not shy about doing it, his hand immediately sliding into the slope of her waist, stroking her hip, coaxing her closer. ]
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She tugs and turns until sheās halfway on him, their legs tangled, her head against his shoulder. He can touch her all he wants without so much as a fuss from her. She, in turn, has one arm against his waist, her fingers brushing lightly, her nose against the dip of his clavicle.
She takes a breath.]
Thank you.
For stopping me.
[She says it sleepily, and itās true. She means it.]
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So he settles in with a deep, heavy sigh, his fingertips trailing the side of her body, and he marvels at words he never would have imagined someone saying to him. ]
You're welcome.
[ That she can be so dangerous and still be this soft makes both things even more attractive. ]
Thank you for not putting my head through the bar.
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[She hums it as she presses her mouth to the spot against his chest, content to let him know that way that she wouldn't do that to him for something so dumb, that his smell is ingrained in the deepest parts of her nose, that she may be a cat but her favor is supreme and unquestioned when it's ascendant, and Charles is like a star.
Instead she presses in closer and doesn't worry that she'll shift in her sleep - she doesn't feel that buzzing uncertainty of it - and lets his heat slip her to sleep.]