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grinded) wrote in bakerstreet2024-08-17 09:44 am
And the women... All shades of skin-white, black, cinnamon.
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The feel of her clenching around his cock, along with her almost incoherently urging for him come, telling him that she needs him - all of it, it's more than he can bear. His thrusts fall out of rhythm, faster and faster until his hips begin to stutter and he's spilling himself inside her with a loud moan. He clutches her, arm wrapped tight around her body, skin to skin as he keeps himself buried deep inside her through every last tremor that passes through him.
Still panting, he eventually lifts his head from where he'd buried it in her neck; their foreheads resting together as his eyes are still shut. It takes a few moments more before his muscles begin to gradually relax, and he lets out a shaky sigh. His heart is still pounding in his chest, and he thinks he can feel hers as well with how tightly their bodies are pressed together. After another moment he tightens his arm again and guides her body back down to the mattress. Laying side by side facing each other, he reaches out to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to her lips before he collapses onto his back; pulling her close against his side as he does so. ] I might have... ruined your work... [ The words come out slow, in between breaths, a hint of humor to his otherwise contented tone as he glances at his injured shoulder. It didn't look too terrible but he'd definitely messed up the bandage. Oops. ]
It'll keep. [ He adds, preemptively, to make sure she stays right where she is for now. ]
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It's good that he tells her his shoulder is fine for now, because she's ready to get up, to take care of him. But this is better, this is so much better. She does give him a look, though, before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly in satisfaction. ] I'll take care of you. I always do. [ She always will, her expression says for her. Her fingers reach out to brush through his hair, gently this time, brushing it back. She takes in his features, the lines of his face and the shape of his eyes, letting her fingers move from his hair down his cheek until she's holding his face in one hand. A hundred things cross her mind to say, and all that she can think is that she loves him, which is too dangerous, so she doesn't dare. ]
It will almost be a shame to sleep when we're drowsy again and waste time.
[ She doesn't want to waste a single second with him, not if she can help it, not by sleeping. ]
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He watches her quietly studying him, her eyes seeming to say so many things all at once; but none of which he can truly be certain of. There's a weight to how she looks at him that he hasn't seen before, and he can't help but feel a strange sort of dread almost; like the outside world and the circumstances they're both avoiding will somehow burst through the door and catch up to them all at once.
It's a silly dread, he tells himself internally. Irrational. No one knows he's here, and no one knows she's here either. The door is locked. It's a busy tavern filled with people too drunk to notice who comes and goes. He's never been worried like that before, in their previous nights spent together. So why is he now? That unnamed emotion creeps back in, and in an effort to bring it into the light, it eludes him.
He places his hand over hers, holding it against his face for a moment, looking at her with fondness, tenderness. That touch chases away the strange feeling from earlier, as do her words. ]
Perhaps we should stay awake all night. [ His hand traces down the side of her body, from shoulder down to rest at her hip. ] Make the neighbors deeply regret renting a room next door. [ A teasing grin as he leans forward, brushing his nose against hers, followed by another kiss. ]
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It's difficult for her to keep her worries out of her expression, so though she laughs with him, and even though she tries to be witty, her eyes are already sad to anyone who knows how to look at her, to see beyond her smile. ] Or they could be entertained for all we know.
[ She does laugh, she is happy too, if both feelings can exist at once. They're dancing around it, both of them, in a way they haven't before. She can only think it's because things are becoming more real, people from far away are beginning to make travel arrangements, and they can't pretend it's some distant date anymore. And still, she's afraid to speak of it aloud with Daario, to acknowledge what they both believe to be true: they can't be together, not really. ]