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He'd originally thought talking would come first and maybe some physical comfort would come afterward, but there definitely seems to be a precedent that had been set during the dream—they really do have trouble keeping their hands off of each other. He scoots the last little bit he needs to press his leg up against hers and draws his other arm around her. "Tell me if I squeeze you too tight or anything, okay?" he mutters, tilting his head back slightly to give her better access to his neck.

Wrath smiles against his neck. "What, you don't want bragging rights? I'm so much man I accidentally killed my girlfriend in bed?" She kisses his neck. "Promise I will." He was already so painfully aware of how fucked up she was, she kind of doubted it would be a problem.

She likes his neck, she decides. Every part of him really, but his neck is what she's currently covering with kisses. She pauses to suck lightly just under his ear.

"Mm, that would make for an interesting story, wouldn't it?" He runs his hands down her shoulders to her shoulder blades. "I like happy endings better, though." He turns his head just enough to kiss her temple.

"Seem to remember I owe you one of those too." She moves her shoulders under his hands and sighs against his neck. "Fuck, Andrew, I love your hands." She loved drawing them, likes being touched by then more. There's something excitative about them, the strength, the odd calluses, like he's touching her with his entire life story, unspoken but present.

She finds his shoulder, nosing down into his collar as far as she can to drag her teeth over his skin. She smooths her hand down his back, fingers counting along his vertebrae.

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He wishes he could feel that all the way down the length of his spine without it being interrupted by the ports. He chuckles at her words, remembering the bet they'd made. He didn't mind if she wanted to offer that—as long as crouching on the bed wouldn't hurt her back.

"I guess they're one of my best features," he says when she writhes against him. He smooths his hands up and down her shoulders again. "I like yours too, by the way. I like when you put them on my face."

Wrath laughs against his shoulder and gives it one final kiss before lifting her head. She bumps her nose lightly against his, one hand coming up to smooth over his cheek. "That's because I really love your stupid face," she whispers, like it's some kind of secret.

"I know," he whispers back. "I like your pretty one." And now that she's done lavishing kisses over his neck and collarbone he can press a long one to her mouth.

Her fingers move back to comb through his hair as she parts her lips invitingly.

Well, why not. She tugs up his shirt so she can slide her hand over bare skin. She loves that too, even if her mouth is too busy to say that. She thinks North probably gets the idea.

He lets a soft exhale through his nose and presses into the kiss a little harder. "Tell me how you want to do this," he says softly once the kiss breaks. The last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable or engage in a position that will hurt her.

Wrath smiles crookedly. "Shit, I hoped you knew what you were doing." Awkward, a little, but anything they can laugh about is fine. She rubs the end of her nose lightly against his as she thinks, kisses him thoughtfully.

"Help me lay down," she finally says. "And if I can put your pillow under my back. We can try that." Because she's not just giving up on this until whatever nebulous day her back is all better.

"All right." He bends his head to kiss her shoulder. "We ought to take your top off, then. Before you lie down." He shifts his hands under the hem, and rubs at her waist.

Wrath tilts her head to rest lightly against his for a moment. "That sounds like a great plan," she says, cheerful. It's definitely an invitation to have those amazing hands on her come more. She raises her arms so her can get her shirt off more easily.

He pulls her top off gently and scoots back so she can center herself on the bed, before helping her settle her back onto his pillow. Then he gets up long enough to lock the door before bringing himself to crouch over her. "You're beautiful," he mutters, and puts his mouth to one of her breasts. He's aware of the fact that despite the events of the dreams, this is the first time they'll have had sex. And it'll be different from what it was in the dreams for more than one reason, not least of which being her injuries.

He supports her well enough and is gentle enough that laying down doesn't hurt, which feels like a minor miracle. Wrath watches him, smiling to herself, until he comes back, and then she holds her arms out to him.

"Mmm." She cradles the back of his head with one hand, stroking his hair, marveling at the feeling of it again--and the feeling of his mouth, which makes her breathe out another happy little noise. "Your mouth," she murmurs. "I love your mouth too."

Eventually it'll add up to I love you and by then she'll stop being a chickenshit and just say it. She already knows it's true

Slowly and carefully, she slides one leg over his, foot smoothing along the back of his calf. Her other arm, she uses to tug up his shirt so she can stroke his back with her fingers.

"Mm," he acknowledges, drawing her nipple between his lips and sucking harder. He loves the way she tastes. After giving that some attention he pulls away enough to let her lift his shirt away and once it's over his head he trails his lips down her chest and belly down to her navel. "Back okay?" he asks.

Hopefully he doesn't mind her being noisy, because that gets a moan from her, that delicious tug. She licks her lips appreciatively at the sight of him, trails her fingers over his chest and then up to his shoulders as she keeps stroking his hair. "So far, so good," she sighs happily.

"Good." He doesn't mind as long as she keeps it to soft moans like that one, but there's no telling when Theta and Malcolm will get home. He nudges his fingers into her waistband. "I know you like to be loud. But try to keep it quiet," he says. "Okay?"

She bites her lower lip. Normally that's not something she's embarrassed about. Or even cognizant of. "Sorry," she whispers. "I'll be quiet."

Think of it as a challenge. That seems the best way to go.

He shoots her a little smile and starts working her pants off. Once they've been drawn off both of her legs he spreads her knees apart and kneels between them. He knows she's sensitive and he knows he can get her off pretty easily, so he starts out taking his time, stimulating her with light flicks of his tongue.

She has to bite her lip, a lot, and the amount of squirming she can really do is limited by what's going to pinch at her back. What escapes her a small, needy little noises as she buries her hands in North's hair and holds on.

Moving her right leg is surprisingly painful in this position, but her left is okay, and she's able to hook it around him, brushing her foot over his back.

She swallows down a moan and can't help but breathlessly laugh, fingers flexing in his hair. "You tell me to be quiet and then you--ah! oh god--do this. Oh fuck, yes, yes there--you are such--ah!--an asshole!"

Edited (swyyyyyype whyyyyyyy) 2014-12-23 18:44 (UTC)

He can't help but chuckle a bit, and he hums as he draws his tongue slowly over the spot she'd specified again. With all the pain she's been going through and all the difficulties her injury has caused he wants nothing more than to make her feel good and give her a pleasant release, and he can be selfish and desire something for himself later.

He's doing a good job of it, and having a sense of humor about things only makes it better, more relaxing to go with the amazing things he's doing with his tongue. She can't help but arch her back a little (that doesn't feel too bad) try to pull him in harder against her, like the poor guy doesn't need to breathe or something.

He's not a man to be rushed. She both loves it and wants to shake him by the hair as he slowly winds her up until her muscles are trembling and she's panting out breathy little whimpers that aren't coherent enough to be words.

The tighter she grasps at him the more firmly he brushes his tongue against her clit and presses it into her. He always finds giving oral sex exciting, and it's even more fulfilling with the way she reacts.

Wrath had the presence of mind to let go of his hair with her left hand so she can bite the fleshy part of her palm as she comes hard. It mostly muffles the sound she can't quite manage to swallow, the audible sign off her vision temporarily whiting out with sensation.

Nerves buzzing pleasantly, she relaxes down on the bed. She loosens her fingers in North's hair, idly petting his curls with faintly trembling fingers.

He grabs the tail of his shirt to wipe his face on and then crouches over her again, nosing in at her neck. Being only in his boxers means his erection is readily available for her to take hold of if she wishes. "Mm," he murmurs, dragging his lips along her jaw.

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