You can't eat me, that would be- awfully painful. [ it's hard being clever when he's pushing into her faster, not quite aggressive, but almost there, just a few shades away. she wants to be clinging to him more, which is clear by the sound of the cuff knocking against where it's hooked around the bed frame, byt she can't so she whines and whimpers, biting him again ] You like that? I don't want to eat you but I'll nibble on you all night. Leave marks behind so everybody knows how you drive me crazy.
[It was the honey and just the fact that he liked the idea of them being ridiculously stupid and crazy over each other. If she wanted to mark him, he'd let her. Anywhere.]
I think they already know. I stare at you all day at work. Want to drag you into the back all the time...
[ there's a sound that resembles something like ahaammuh-huh with that correction, because she's not sure her little oracle mind could take that. all day. maybe. even if he's exaggerating, it still makes her feel crazy turned on, just because he said it. ]
You wouldn't even have to ask, I'd love that. [ she turns her head so she can bite at his neck this time, sucking on the spot. not long enough to leave a mark that'll last, but his skin blushes red and hot, so she licks over it slowly, an apology. but not really. ] Only I don't think you'd be able to keep quiet. You like running your mouth too much. [ yeah obviously right now is the best time to tease Stiles, like he's the only one out of the two of them that gets mouthy when they're turned on ]
You'd be the one that gets us caught. I'd put you up on the freezer lay you down so I could eat you out until you screamed. Until you had to.
[Close, he kept squeezing into her, body pressing down before bouncing back up and coming back even harder. It was at the end of one of those that his orgasm caught him, making him thrust in and stay inside her, quivering and shaking as he bit at her shoulder, moaning loudly and twitching as he came.]
[ dirty mouth, dirty words. dirty grind of his body against hers. she's about to retort with something about how maybe she wouldn't let him get her that riled, not at work, that she'd turn the tables somehow, but she feels that stutter in his movements, and she moans a bit with him, because hey, it's really hot knowing he's getting off, okay. even though-
he's getting off and he definitely wasn't wearing a condom.
that was a first for them.
she's not feeling too panicked, not after the initial "oh!" factor of it, but her toes kind of curl and oh. oh, maybe it's the remains of that honey talking, but she's actually really fine with it. her free hand is scratching through his hair, a slow drag, her body relaxing under his ]
[His brain wasn't even close to piecing that together yet. Not yet. Soon, maybe. But right now, he was just slowly sort of rocking against her, cock emptying itself inside her and his mouth dragging sloppy kisses over her shoulder, kissing the red ring of his teeth left there, kissing up to her lips and mumbling things that might have been words if his tongue would work properly.]
[ she hums happily into those kisses, returning his little sounds with sounds of her own, her tongue licking the taste of honey and pineapple out of his mouth. honey and pineapple and her. ] Love you. [ totally spoken against his mouth, but she has to say it, she has to. her brain's a skipping record right now and that's all she can think about - I love you, I love you, I love you ]
[Hey, look, almost English. He's kissing her back, though, body able to do that much, hand lifting to brush her hair back and just kiss her senseless. He loves the way her mouth fits with his and how their tongues do that windy slidy thing.]
[ aw. she's a little bit endeared by his almost-english, and definitely into continuing to kiss him, too. only- ] Hey, um. Not to harsh the afterglow, but- key, please? [ she's still kissing him, though, so it's obvious he can take his time with that. ]
[ she's blushing, a little bit, once he moves off of her, because man he is literally covered in gold and there's no pattern or anything to it, just- smudged gold paint all down his front. but also yeah, his tone and that look and the direction of his gaze, that's what makes her really blush. ]
But it's okay, isn't it? I mean, it's a- it's kind of wow, but it's not anything to worry about. Right?
I-- I don't think so? I mean, they've said that we can't get pregnant... I mean, that travelers can't, which would be you, because I-- uh... yeah. I just, ah, wasn't meaning to...
[He looked over at the tin of honey still on the bedside table, half gone.]
That stuff is really, really potent.
[And then he saw her hand still cuffed to the bed and sat up to reach down for the tangled ball of his jeans and underwear near his feet, trying to find where his pocket was so he could get the key out.]
It'll be fine. The clinic told me the same thing, I just wasn't sure if- Yeah. I mean, it's. None of this was really planned, so. It was really fun, at least?
[ she laughs, and it's laced with all nerves, but not really the bad kind. maybe he's just making her nervous, by being nervous. she can't tell. but she is trying to ignore it, shake it off. ]
Yeah, um. Oops. It must have measured itself out in like, teaspoons, or something, and we both definitely had more than a teaspoon. [ she sighs ] I'm still feeling it a little, I think. But in a- wanting to snuggle you aggressively now, instead of feeling like I need you to get on me or I'll die. So, that's interesting.
Oh, um, yeah, it was totally fun. Definitely repeatable fun.
[He's rummaging for the key, getting it finally and moving to unlock her, still tangled up but wanting to make sure she was free now because... well, because.]
I will totally take aggressive snuggles. Come here, sugar lips, and come give Stiles some more aggressively sweet kisses.
[ Rachel's sitting up as soon as she's unlocked, her hand moving to rub over her wrist a bit because ouch, uh. ow. it doesn't look bruised yet, but it feels like it. which is her own fault for not making the cuffs more comfortable, but still. she's a bit pouty as she scoots in closer to him, still leaning in to give him a kiss. that does turn out to be pretty sweet, eventually letting go of her wrist so she can reach up and brush her fingers along his jaw ]
[He sees her rubbing her wrist, grabbing under where the red marks were after she kisses him and bringing it up to look at.]
Shit, I'm sorry, Rach. I didn't mean to hurt you.
[He actually looked upset about it, moving to lay light kisses over each reddened ring or dry looking scrape, kissing all over her wrist in an attempt to make it all better.]
You didn't. [ she sounds a little surprised, but then, maybe she shouldn't be. Stiles is always so careful with her, if you don't count the biting which they both do, and they both like, so they've never really considered it "rough", so maybe she shouldn't be shocked that he's not pleased with how the cuff marked up her wrist. still, it makes her breath catch, his mouth moving over her wrist, and it's not just because he's coming close to those red marks. ] I-I-uh, uhm. [ what? ] Must have cuffed it too tight, that's all. [ she rushes through all that, then promptly bites into her lip because why does that feel so good ]
[Small little presses of his lips were being run over the marks, paired with licks to soothe the scrapes. He probably shouldn't be getting aroused again from just kissing the slim wrist, but he looked up at her as he licked over a mark.]
[ it should hurt, maybe, at least sting a little, but it doesn't. it makes her toes curl and her breath catch, makes her eyes go a little dark as she leans in closer. her free hand moves to the side of his neck, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck, just- holding on, because she's trying so hard not to move his hand or steal his lips for a kiss, because- ]
You already are. I think that's- [ aah, his tongue moves over her skin again and her eyes slide shut, the pads of her fingers pressing a little harder on his neck ] -like my back, my- when you. [ she exhales quietly, opens her eyes ] It's a spot. [ sweet spot ]
[He sounded way more happy about that than he should be. Another sweet spot. Awesome. Looking up at her, he let his teeth drag over her purposefully, making sure he saw as he did it before he licked the small bone of her wrist, then sucked it lightly.]
Yeah. [ she whimpers when he adds his teeth, quietly, her wrist turning a little bit, but not out of his grip. her voice is quiet ] Easy, easy. Stingy. We can try that again when I'm not suffering from self-inflicted cuff bites. [ she grins, even as her eyes start to droop shut again, every bit of her relaxing and tensing all at the same time. ] You've still got gold all over your mouth. [ she does too, and she knows it, which is probably why she sounds so amused, despite still sounding so damn aroused, too. the gold paint is everywhere, dry now but still shimmery, even her sheets ]
[But he pressed a light kiss to her wrist before lowering it, tugging her in a bit closer because there were other things he wanted to kiss. Like her mouth.]
You left me alone for hours and hours with a bucket of paint, what did you expect?
[ she's pulling him in to meet her halfway on that kiss as soon as her wrist is out of the way, favoring his top lip between hers in a somewhat sloppy, lazy kind of kiss. she drags her fingers up into his hair, gripping in it just to hold on. ]
Well by kissing me silly now that we're together again, that's the obvious answer here. [ kissing her and licking her mouth clean, that's definitely two very good options. she keeps her lips still for a second, just so she can feel his tongue move over them a little more deliberately, only to chase the taste y flicking her tongue against his. ] Though you told me I would get a spanking if I kept texting you like that. Which I did, if you recall, it was very naughty.
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[It was the honey and just the fact that he liked the idea of them being ridiculously stupid and crazy over each other. If she wanted to mark him, he'd let her. Anywhere.]
I think they already know. I stare at you all day at work. Want to drag you into the back all the time...
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You wouldn't even have to ask, I'd love that. [ she turns her head so she can bite at his neck this time, sucking on the spot. not long enough to leave a mark that'll last, but his skin blushes red and hot, so she licks over it slowly, an apology. but not really. ] Only I don't think you'd be able to keep quiet. You like running your mouth too much. [ yeah obviously right now is the best time to tease Stiles, like he's the only one out of the two of them that gets mouthy when they're turned on ]
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[Close, he kept squeezing into her, body pressing down before bouncing back up and coming back even harder. It was at the end of one of those that his orgasm caught him, making him thrust in and stay inside her, quivering and shaking as he bit at her shoulder, moaning loudly and twitching as he came.]
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[ dirty mouth, dirty words. dirty grind of his body against hers. she's about to retort with something about how maybe she wouldn't let him get her that riled, not at work, that she'd turn the tables somehow, but she feels that stutter in his movements, and she moans a bit with him, because hey, it's really hot knowing he's getting off, okay. even though-
he's getting off and he definitely wasn't wearing a condom.
that was a first for them.
she's not feeling too panicked, not after the initial "oh!" factor of it, but her toes kind of curl and oh. oh, maybe it's the remains of that honey talking, but she's actually really fine with it. her free hand is scratching through his hair, a slow drag, her body relaxing under his ]
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[Hey, look, almost English. He's kissing her back, though, body able to do that much, hand lifting to brush her hair back and just kiss her senseless. He loves the way her mouth fits with his and how their tongues do that windy slidy thing.]
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Oh. Shit.]
Uh...
[He looked over at her, hand holding his very naked dick as he lay on his side, looking down her body to between her legs.]
We didn't...
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[ she's blushing, a little bit, once he moves off of her, because man he is literally covered in gold and there's no pattern or anything to it, just- smudged gold paint all down his front. but also yeah, his tone and that look and the direction of his gaze, that's what makes her really blush. ]
But it's okay, isn't it? I mean, it's a- it's kind of wow, but it's not anything to worry about. Right?
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[He looked over at the tin of honey still on the bedside table, half gone.]
That stuff is really, really potent.
[And then he saw her hand still cuffed to the bed and sat up to reach down for the tangled ball of his jeans and underwear near his feet, trying to find where his pocket was so he could get the key out.]
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[ she laughs, and it's laced with all nerves, but not really the bad kind. maybe he's just making her nervous, by being nervous. she can't tell. but she is trying to ignore it, shake it off. ]
Yeah, um. Oops. It must have measured itself out in like, teaspoons, or something, and we both definitely had more than a teaspoon. [ she sighs ] I'm still feeling it a little, I think. But in a- wanting to snuggle you aggressively now, instead of feeling like I need you to get on me or I'll die. So, that's interesting.
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[He's rummaging for the key, getting it finally and moving to unlock her, still tangled up but wanting to make sure she was free now because... well, because.]
I will totally take aggressive snuggles. Come here, sugar lips, and come give Stiles some more aggressively sweet kisses.
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Shit, I'm sorry, Rach. I didn't mean to hurt you.
[He actually looked upset about it, moving to lay light kisses over each reddened ring or dry looking scrape, kissing all over her wrist in an attempt to make it all better.]
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[Small little presses of his lips were being run over the marks, paired with licks to soothe the scrapes. He probably shouldn't be getting aroused again from just kissing the slim wrist, but he looked up at her as he licked over a mark.]
I should make it up to you.
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[ it should hurt, maybe, at least sting a little, but it doesn't. it makes her toes curl and her breath catch, makes her eyes go a little dark as she leans in closer. her free hand moves to the side of his neck, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck, just- holding on, because she's trying so hard not to move his hand or steal his lips for a kiss, because- ]
You already are. I think that's- [ aah, his tongue moves over her skin again and her eyes slide shut, the pads of her fingers pressing a little harder on his neck ] -like my back, my- when you. [ she exhales quietly, opens her eyes ] It's a spot. [ sweet spot ]
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[He sounded way more happy about that than he should be. Another sweet spot. Awesome. Looking up at her, he let his teeth drag over her purposefully, making sure he saw as he did it before he licked the small bone of her wrist, then sucked it lightly.]
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[But he pressed a light kiss to her wrist before lowering it, tugging her in a bit closer because there were other things he wanted to kiss. Like her mouth.]
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[ she's pulling him in to meet her halfway on that kiss as soon as her wrist is out of the way, favoring his top lip between hers in a somewhat sloppy, lazy kind of kiss. she drags her fingers up into his hair, gripping in it just to hold on. ]
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[He's talking through the kiss, mouth moving to cover hers, tongue coming out to lick at the dried paint and tasting the sweetness there.]
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