bakerstreet | Sunday Smutty Sunday

"You and I apparently have very different ideas of 'subtle'." He replied, though he was smiling, tilting his head up into that teasing little kiss, returning it just the same.

He hummed low in his throat again at the ultimatum, nodding once, "Of course, not going to let you be the only one naked at a time like this." His smile just spread at that statement, both brows lifting a little, "That my subtle hint to get on with it?"

Perhaps he's got a point there, although she'd never admit it when there were far better things to occupy her mouth with - such as the kissing. It couldn't last as long as she wanted, though, knowing that if she didn't actually move, nakedness would not occur, which would be a shame in the highest sense of the word.

"Thank goodness", she answered, grinning slyly. "I think it's in our best interests to be naked together."

With a displeased little groan, she rolled away, struggling to remove what was left of her clothing. "Hey, it was better than saying now, though, wasn't it?"

"Oh I don't know." He replied, though he was working at getting the drawstring of his own workout pants untied and shucking them off, just kicking them unceremoniously off the side of the bed, "Sometimes I need nice, clear, simple directions like that."

'Now' was actually pretty effective, as was 'more' and 'yes', all for much the same reasons and in similar situations.

Sometimes, it was the simplest directions that netted the most satisfying results. 'Yes, right there', or 'don't stop', and even 'just like that' were more than enough to clue Ben into exactly what she wanted.

And for as much as she'd love to take her time and admire him all the more fully, she was feeling more than a little restless, more than a little needy, so there is barely any hesitation at all before she rejoins him, safe and warm and comfortable in their little nest. "So, what", she began, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth gently, "No more teasing? Should I just tell you how much I want you to fuck me now?"

He managed to make a shocked sound, "Language." Honestly he was trying not to laugh, because the fact that she swore as much as the rest of them did hadn't been a surprise to him at all, though it had, apparently, surprised Han.

The smile did finally break through a moment later as he turned his head to press a kiss to the line of her jaw, voice having dipped a little, "But yeah, that's probably a good place to start. I mean, if you're tired of the teasing."

If Rey rolled her eyes in return - and she did - it was only in the fondest way possible. Honestly, the only person that had been scandalized to learn of her particular capacity for bad language was Han. But she never had been sheltered, or had the tendency to behave like a - a ... wilting flower in the face o a little obscenity.

Besides, some situations just seemed to call for it.

"It's not that I'm tired of it", she replied, amused. "It's that you make it so very difficult not to get excited. I can't be patient forever. Tease me later. Right now I'd really just like it if you gave me what I want, instead."

"I think I can do that." He replied, smiling against the spot he'd just kissed, one hand sliding down along her side and over her thigh, mostly just mapping out where she was pressed against him, "But you might regret telling me to tease you later."

Though if he waited to tease her until he was actually inside her, he'd be teasing himself just as much, and that was counter-intuitive at best. He made a thoughtful sound, then, pressing another kiss to the hollow behind her ear, fingers curling against the bend of her knee, "How do you want this?"

"Thank you", she replied, almost sweetly, shivering under the gentle exploration of his hands, unconsciously pressing all the closer still, craving all the more contact, as much as possible. "I know. I'm looking forward to it."

And she was. But for the moment, wanting, needy, she didn't think that she could take any more without begging. And that, she'd love to save for another time entirely. "I think - ", she started shaky voice betraying her confidence. "Can we try with my legs over your shoulders again? I really liked that."

"Of course we can." He replied, shifting over to roll her more fully onto her back, pressing another kiss to her jaw as he did so. He'd liked the position the first time because it made him have to slow down and actually focus on what he was doing, and while he'd known at the time that she enjoyed it, he was pleased to find that she'd enjoyed it quite that much.

He nudged at one of her knees with his fingers, "This one first, then I'll stop teasing and actually get in you, and then we'll get the other leg up." That, at least, was one thing they'd learned from the first time, it was easier to go one leg at a time than both at once.

It wasn't as though it was the strangest request she could have made - but Rey still wasn't used to being able to ask for what she wanted without feeling at least a little bit shy. Good thing Ben was usually very willing to provide her with exactly what she was looking for.

She huffed out a quiet chuckle, but nodded her acquiescence. She'd absolutely learned her lesson from the first time they attempted this - she'd stretched enough during their sparring bout to hopefully ensure against getting a cramp this time around. While it hadn't put a damper on things completely, it had forced a pause at entirely the wrong time. No way did she want to go through that again. "Well, then, I'm ready when you are."

He grinned at her, shifting closer and stroking his fingers along her thigh, kneading for a moment before sliding them down again so that he could lift that limb up against his shoulder, turning to press a kiss to the bend of her knee once he'd done so, "Good?"

Of course, being who he was, and knowing that she wouldn't have made the suggestion of she wasn't ready, he didn't exactly make it easy for her to answer, hips rolling forward so that he could slide his shaft along her slick folds, not entering her yet, just teasing -and teasing them both for that matter- at the moment.

Such an unbearable tease, and yet, any frustration she felt when it came to the speed - or lack thereof - of his motions was only felt in the best ways possible. The anticipation just kept building and building, and she knew that eventually, when he gave in and gave her what she wanted, the wait would be well worth it.

A choked little stutter escaped her lips in lieu of a real answer, and although she rocked her hips restlessly in slow circles, managed not to press forward, a physical show of proof that she was indeed very close to begging.

Her need was more than clear in her eyes. If he continued teasing, she wouldn't be able to hold back from pleading for more.

He couldn't help the smile that followed at that movement, humming contentedly in the back of his throat even as he turned to press another kiss to the bend of her knee, inhaling slowly, trying his hardest to keep from begging himself, not sure if it was his own desire surging or hers, or if it even mattered in the end.

Which was why he didn't tease any further, just shifted his weight a little, the hand that wasn't stroking along her thigh dipping between them to align himself before he rolled his hips forward, sinking into her as slowly as he could manage without it being even more of a tease for them both.

He didn't manage to get her other leg up against his shoulder, he just ran his fingers along it to curl it around his waist instead, hips rocking forward again reflexively even though he was already flush against her.

If she were able to think clearly, she'd take a moment to enjoy that smile to the fullest, maybe even commit it to memory. But as it was, she was overwhelmed by need that might be entirely hers, or Ben's, or perhaps a joining of the two. All she knew was that she wanted, and she wanted powerfully.

And then, blessedly, he shifted positions just far enough that it was hardly anything at all to press forward, filling her slowly. And there was no helping the way her eyes widened and then fluttered closed, nor the blissful expression on her face as she moaned her pleasure.

It didn't even matter that her other leg didn't make it to it's intended resting place - curling it around him was even better. More leverage was always a good thing. It allowed her the chance to rock her hips in a circle, breathing out harshly every time he pressed into her just so.

His own breathing was already half-ragged, hand sliding back up along her thigh to curl against her hip, not holding her down as much as just holding on, tracking those movements so that he could at least attempt to move in counterpoint.

It didn't take him long to settle into some kind of rhythm, movements not exactly even, and only just steady, but it worked, and especially for them. He would have liked to draw it out a little longer, but knew that it was unlikely given as how long they'd already been teasing each other, and the way they just seemed to connect at times like this, creating an easy feedback loop of want and need and the tangle of emotional transference on top of it made it difficult to last anything out.

She loved it - loved hearing him lose composure for her and because of her, and she loved his hands and how his long fingers could span her hip, drawing her closer, steadying her a bit just so that they can find exactly the right rhythm.

And once they do, it never took long to get lost in sensation and emotion and each other, and now was no different. If anything, it's all come to a head more quickly, which was absolutely due to being able to take the time to tease each other so mercilessly.

They still had plenty of times for more of this, though, so the need to hold off for as long as possible wasn't as strong as it usually was. She gasped his name, and knew that he knew that she was nearly there.

His head dropped, just mouthing at the line of her collarbone, sweeping, open-mouthed kisses along the line of it and up the side of her throat as if chasing the feel of her pulse.

He shrugged his shoulder out from under her leg, letting that one curl around his waist as well, a change of angle that allowed him to brace himself on one hand on the mattress beneath her, the other hand still curled against her hip, encouraging more of those short, half-circular movements. The new angle allowed him to slide just a little deeper, which he did without hesitation, head dropping once more, just resuming his attention along her collarbone and down the center of her chest.

A series of stuttered little breaths escaped her lips, not only due to the change in positioning, but also each kiss that he pressed into her skin, each breath that wafted against her already overheated skin, sending every nerve ending in her body into a frenzy.

It was all too much to take all at once, and yet, not enough, either, even as she acquiesced to the unspoken suggestion that she keep up the movements of her hips, slowly, again and again, ratcheting her pleasure higher and higher - Rey was sure that she couldn't take much more.

But then, Ben probably knew that, too.

He definitely knew, mostly because he was already teetering on the brink himself, despite wanting to draw it out, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

One hand tightened against her hip again, not to get her to hold still, if anything it was the opposite, just making sure of where she was so he could shift the angle of his hips to meet her movements more easily, having settled into short, firm thrusts, not riding as deep as that last full stroke each time, but every third or fourth roll of his hips. His own breathing had gone ragged at that point and it wasn't going to be long at all before he reached his peak.

Next time - or, at least, the last time they're able before they reach the rendezvous point. Perhaps after a little rest, they could try again, this time with less teasing, and more time spent really intent on bringing each other pleasure.

Who knew when they'd get another chance, after all.

Rey breathed out a stuttered little breath, more than content with the sudden little bite of fingertips digging into skin. She did like being marked, after all, however inadvertently, the reminder of what they've done hiding right underneath her clothing.

He adjusted his pace, and there was no helping the deep, pleased moan that spilled out of her. "Yes, oh! - like that, like that ... gonna ... "

He made a sound low in his throat, high in his chest, something that was almost a purr but only almost, given as how he wasn't designed to actually purr. The hand at her thigh slid inward, splayed against the flat of her belly, thumb just grazing over her clit even as he rolled his hips again, another one of those deeper thrusts, a shudder unraveling down his spine as he did so.

He hadn't reached his own climax yet, but he was only barely holding onto his control at that point, and he knew she'd be able to tell just thanks to the feedback loop already singing and surging between them as it always did at times like this.

Oh, what a lovely sound it was, too! It was more than enough to send a thrill rocketing directly to her core - which, thanks to the gift that was their feedback loop, could be shared back and forth and over again, and all the moreso as he slide his large, warm hand from thigh to belly and finally barely brushing against her, only making her cry out all the louder, her body shake all the harder.

"Ben - !", she breathed, her voice dark and heavy, barely hanging on. "Please - please, I wanna ... with you - "

Edited 2016-07-19 04:43 (UTC)

He wasn't sure if he actually verbally agreed with her or of he just thought it, but at that point it didn't really matter, because he just nodded, canting forward to rest his brow against hers, hips still rolling, just maintaining that deeper angle, rocking against her more than anything.

He knew she'd be able to feel how close he was, because at the moment he was fully aware of just how close she was, and with another little forward roll of his hips he applied just that much more pressure to her clit, rolling the pad of his thumb against it in a circular motion, knowing it would be enough to send them both over.

Words were almost unnecessary at this point - if their bodies weren't do enough of the talking for them, then the feedback loop was more than enough to clue them in on how the other was feeling - physically, emotionally, in all ways.

The change of position, the almost sharing of breath - she began to shudder well before his renewed effort to touch her, to bring her all the way over the edge. Every time, he made her see stars, and every time, she was certain that it could never feel any better, and every time, she's surprised by how much it does.

This - whatever this was - was something she did not want to have to give up anytime soon.

If he had any say in the matter it wasn't something she'd have to give up anytime soon, mostly because he was of the same opinion, every time he always wanted it to last forever and while it never did, once in a while it felt like it could and sometimes that was almost the same thing.

He had himself braced up on one arm, the other caught between them as his weight dropped forward again, not pinning her, exactly, but definitely not holding himself up as easily as he had been when they'd started. Their breath was the same, their pulse was the same and for a few brief moments -mostly thanks to that feedback loop- he wasn't entirely sure where their individual edges were or if they were wholly the same.

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