washingup: (down; greasy emo vampire)
ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ ([personal profile] washingup) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2015-04-27 09:45 pm (UTC)

I just want to make sure you're okay. [He can't help himself; he's not as different from Owen as she might like to make him be, as much as it pains him to admit it. For most of his life, Mitchell would find a girl (or two) to take home, give her a little kiss, maybe fuck her before biting her, drink her dry as she cried and pushed ineffectually at him, then left her on the floor like a discarded chocolate bar wrapper. He's trying to make up for all his past sins with Annie, trying to take his time and treat her like she's precious.

Because she is. She's precious to him.

But still, now that she's told him to get on with it, he does set to it without any more interruptions, stroking her a few more times before he shifts his hand to slide a finger into her, muffling a quiet groan against her shoulder at the feel of her slick, cold skin. He licks at her neck, mouthing her skin, sucking what would be a hickey on anyone else as he fingers her slowly, twisting his wrist so he can brush his thumb over her clit, ignoring the twinge in his wrist for the way it makes her clamp around him.

And for all that he agreed he'd stop asking, he pulls away enough to murmur anyway,]
I'll give you two now, 'kay? [And does just that, pulling his hand free before sliding two fingers in where there had only been one, pressing them as deep into her as he can and sighing into the crook of her neck.]

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