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[ Those fucking shirts. She had a love/hate relationship with them. He was unapologetically himself in every iteration, often earning a look or 5 when he stopped by her office. But she didn't care about that. She could take a few guesses why he dressed the way he did, never pressing when it came down to it. She accepted him, gaudy prints and all. Tonight, however -- it needed to go.

She rolls into the grip on her hips, a soft hum escaping against his mouth at the friction. She doesn't object to the roughness, the intensity of the moment like a dam breaking between them. She needed him, needed this. Lois doesn't care about the way her skirt rides up with her quest for friction, the sheer black lace underneath not doing much to stand in the way. She begins on the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of it -- letting her hands press into his bare chest, fingers blazing a path of their own as she explores the skin beneath them. A strange balancing act of immediate need and a desire to try and make this last as long as she could. To stave off the responsibilities waiting for them. ]

( he's very glad you like his shirts, lois. but right now, he's even more glad that she's getting rid of them because he wants it gone just as badly as she does. she manages to get the buttons undone without ripping anything and once she does, he sits forward a bit to let it fall off his shoulders before sitting back, still kissing her the entire time.'

he can multitask when he wants to.

but now he wants something else and he reaches to slide his hands underneath her shirt, sliding up and taking that piece of clothing with it. it's going to mean she's going to have to stop kissing him but he thinks the trade off will be worth it. he wants to see her just as badly as she wants to see him.

this is much, much better than talking about what they're going to be doing in the morning. )

[ The odds were in her favor that he wouldn't have cared if she'd popped the buttons in an effort to get it off, but that wasn't her style. She's just glad it's out of the way.

She smiles against his mouth when he shifts forward, having just enough time to nip at his lower lip before the kiss fully breaks. There's a trail of goosebumps trailing up behind the path of his hands, letting her arms lift so he can pull the shirt over her head. Her hands fall to unzip her bunched up skirt, pulling that up as well to get rid of the other immediate barriers until all that's left on her is the matching black lace bra and panty set. She brushes her hair out of her face once the skirt joins the small pile of her clothes on the floor, reaching between them to start tugging his pants open -- Billy still a bit too overdressed for the occasion. ]

( she beats him to the punch of getting her skirt off which is good since he was going for that next. he manages to pull his focus away from kissing her long enough to get a look at her before all of that concentration immediately zips down to his groin since that's where her hands are.

he shifts a bit, feeling heat start to spread throughout his body. he'd already started to get hard because she'd been sitting on his lap but watching her tug his pants open just makes it worse (better?).

he assists as best he can, lifting his hips if she needs him to but really just keeping his hands out of the way so he doesn't distract her.

he'll save that for later. )

[ She wouldn't be good at her job if she couldn't anticipate needs. It's what made her a thorough journalist, and she was all about transferable skills.

There's something intoxicating about having someone's full attention -- the weight of their gaze when the air was already heavy with desire. It wasn't a feeling she got to experience too often, especially not over the last few years. Hard to find time in a world that was running on crisis after crisis. It felt selfish to seek out joy of her own when surrounded by grief and pain, but she wanted to try tonight.

Her fingers wrap around him once his pants are as out of the way as they can get without having to shift too much, familiarizing herself with every inch. Leaning forward, her lips find his again as she drags her thumb over the tip -- taking her time to hopefully drive him a little crazy. ]

( it wasn't going to be too difficult to drive him crazy. she'd already been doing that when she'd been on his lap so feeling her warm fingers on him at the same time as her lips? yeah, she's going to get a reaction.

he curses breathily against her mouth, reaching up to cradle her face in his hands. it doesn't take him long before he's breathing heavier and getting harder, murmuring her name against her lips as he tries to kiss her and not get distracted by her hand. )

[ She settles into a steady rhythm with her hand, savoring the moment. If anyone had asked her about thinking she could make the space in her life to let someone in, even just for a night, she'd have told them they were ridiculous a year ago. But, she'd gotten so used to his presence, having someone to text the most random thoughts in her mind to, someone to check in with -- someone she looked forward to seeing.

The sounds he's making send a shock through her system, cementing that she wasn't ready to say goodbye. This couldn't be it. Her breath is coming a bit faster, her body already buzzing with a slow burn of desire. She chases the taste of her name on his lips before slowing down -- shifting on his lap as whispers against his lips. ]

I need you. [ It was just a matter of couch or taking the time to get up to her bed, figuring they'd get there eventually at some point tonight. ]

( that feeling is absolutely mutual. billy can't find his words so he just nods very quickly, already reaching for her hips because he needs her right back and he doesn't think he wants to take the time to go to the bedroom. they could do that later.

she's still got clothes on, underwear that needs to come off so as soon as he gives her an answer as to where, he sits up, already reaching around her to try and get the bra off first. his fingers are fairly steady all things considered but it does take more time than he likes to peel the bra off her and toss it aside. )

Get the panties off.

[ Once her bra joins the pile, pale skin exposed -- her brain taking a second to catch up with his words. Right.

There's no graceful way to do it, leaning into the urgency of the moment. She adjusts on his lap, moving to stand rather than try to slide back to where she'd been sitting. The floor is cold against her feet, quickly sliding the obtrusive fabric off her hips before letting it fall to join the rest of the forgotten clothing.

Bare before him, she takes a second to savor the anticipation. One of her hands fall to rest on his shoulders, biting her lip as she lowers herself back down to straddle him again. The other reaches between them, lining him up as she settles. She takes him into her with a breathy moan, her eyes fluttering closed as her body adjusts. God, they really should have done this sooner. ]

( they really should have thought to do this sooner, she's right. because while he's very fuckin' glad they're doing it now, it almost feels like a last hurrah.

but, billy's not going to think about that especially while she's settling down on him. he reaches for her, hands landing on her hips to guide her. he takes several sharp breaths when she takes him in as deep as he'll go.

his eyes flutter and his heart pounds but he peels his eyes open because he wants to see her while they do this. )

[ The concerns of the outside world fade away as she lets herself do something that doesn't normally happen -- she lets her mind quiet and focuses on solely enjoying the moment. There's no worries about who or what could come crashing through the door, consequences of whatever actions they'd decide to take, and no concerns about how this might complicate feelings for when those consequences came calling.

And they would, they always did. She just didn't care right now.

Her breathing shallows as she starts to move, her eyes opening to meet his. Lois drags her hand up from between them, pressing it against his chest as she begins to grind against him -- a steady and slow rhythm to start. Give both of them a chance to adjust to each other. ]

( there would be consequences. there would always be consequences for their choices. this would be just complicate some of those consequences and while he knows that, he just doesn't give a fuck in the moment. he wants her and she wants him and that's all that matters right now.

when she settles on him, he braces one hand against her hip and then curves a hand around her breast with the other when she starts moving. he doesn't need her to go any faster than what she's doing right now. billy knows it's only going to get harder, more intense the way things go but this is good. he sucks in a breath and blows it out, squeezing her hip encouragingly. )

[ Hands told someone's story often better than words could, and his were no different -- although the hands she often dealt with weren't allowed to have such intimate contact. The feeling of his on her skin was something she didn't know she needed this badly. Grounding and also exhilarating. It shouldn't focus her on a task while also distracting her with each shift.

She arches into the touch on her breast, already beginning to pick up her speed with the squeeze to her hip. The hand she has braced against his shoulder shifts, sliding up to press into the crook of his neck. The muscles in her thighs and ass clenching a bit as the grinding shifts to earnest thrusts, working him in and out of her with a groan. Her lips for a soft 'o' as her breaths turn into a mixture of gasps as she gets a bit bolder with each bounce. ]

( billy uses the hand he has on her hip to pull himself closer to her, press his mouth underneath her chin, breathing her in before he kisses her. being that close means he can feel her movements intimately, acutely and he says her name into her skin.

her movements grow bolder, faster and it feels so fuckin' good that he never wants it to stop. he knows this won't last forever but he wants to even if that's physically impossible.

he strokes a thumb against her nipple, gives it a twist and tries to arch up into her so she can sink deeper onto him. )

[ She lets her head fall back to give him full access, her eyes closing as a shaky moan escapes with the twist of her nipple paired with the position shift. The hand that was on his chest slides up to tangle in his hair -- trying to keep his mouth on her skin. Her rhythm stutters with the pairing of the stimulation and taking more of him in than she'd thought possible. ]

Oh shit.

[ It's technically words, or at least started with a word that devolved into a satisfied moan as she slides herself a little further off his cock before almost immediately sinking back onto him. Her toes curl a bit, muscles tightening up as she lets her chin drop to brush against his head as their sounds fill her otherwise quiet townhouse. ]

( she speaks for him with those two short words and he's glad she does it because his mouth is busy at her neck and trying to keep her steady on his lap. not that she needs any help with that last one. he shudders, feeling a surge of pleasure and desire roll through him.

he pants hard against her neck, gasping and pulling back to look at her because he knows it's not going to last, not his own restraint and hold on himself. he wants to go with her but he has no idea if that's going to be possible and he's not going to be able to care soon. )

[ The heat of his breath against her neck only drives her on, letting her breathing devolve into shallow and irregular sounds -- Lois not paying attention or trying to restrain anything coming out of her. There's no need to control herself with him, hasn't felt the need to for the most part. It's one of the things she'd really grown to appreciate about him -- being able to drop her guard and be herself. An intimacy she's not allowed with a lot of people.

He's hitting her just right, her body buzzing with the beginnings of familiar jolts of electricity up her spine as she keeps a steady rhythm. She shifts slightly to look down at him when he pulls back, lips parted as she fights to keep her eyes open. She manages to eek out something that sounds like his name before it melts into a cry of pleasure, her muscles clenching tightly around him as everything explodes in her body. Like waves crashing onto the rocks, her hands wrap around his shoulders to keep from drowning in sensations she hasn't felt in a long time. ]

( he'd been preparing to add a little more to her if she needed it but apparently, he was a little too late and it wasn't needed. as soon as she starts to tighten around him, he knows he's gone. he holds onto her as best he can, pants against her damp, hot skin and tries to keep his eyes open so he can see her come apart.

but, he fucking fails and has to close his eyes when his own release comes. he brings her down against him, sinking him deeper inside of her while he falls apart. his fingers dig into her hips and back before he eases up when his orgasm does.

he still holds onto her though, breathing ragged and rough, eyes closed because he doesn't want to rejoin reality just yet. )

[ She's made a habit of not relying on anyone for anything, chasing her own satisfaction -- sometimes stubbornly so. It's why she didn't do well in relationships, on top of her lack of free time. She'd give him a chance to offer a helping hand later, the angle and pace doing enough with how tightly wound she'd been. Chasing a release after a high level of stress, she was ready. She'd been ready, having thrown herself into the distraction at the first touch of their lips.

She slows down as he follows after her, gently riding him through his orgasm as she comes down herself. Her grip around his shoulders relaxes, fairly certain he'll have a few marks of his own to match hers -- not letting go yet. She stills as his grip on her loosens, trying to catch her breath as she attempts to remember how to breathe normally. Her body goes a bit slack against him, not wanting to burst the bubble around them just yet as she rests her head against his. ]

( billy's not used to being quiet for so long but he can't think of anything he wants to say right now either. he doesn't know what to say or what he should say in a situation like this. for all that he talks, he hasn't really been with someone since his wife so he doesn't know what's the right thing to say.

so, he just stays quiet, sliding his hands up and down her back to try and calm the both of them. he can still feel his skin buzzing, blood flowing hot in his veins.

he looks up at her, blinks, and still doesn't say anything. )

[ Sometimes, nothing needs to be said. There's beauty in silence, enough that can be communicated without words. And words weren't working out so well for them tonight, not planning to do anything that might impact the glow. She doesn't try to move from his lap or pull herself off of him, instead giving a soft hum as he rubs her back.

She adjusts to look at him, shifting back ever so slightly -- enough that she can untangle her arms from around him. Gently, she cups his jaw, letting her fingers brush into his beard as she gives him an easy smile. She looks like the weight of the world has been lifted off of her shoulders, even if just for a few minutes. She'll take this time with him, leaning down to press her lips to his instead of searching for the right words to say. She's unsure of what all might be running through his mind, trying to make sure he knew she had no regrets about this. ]

( if there's one thing that they can agree on tonight, it's the lack of regrets. they might finally disentangle themselves and start arguing again or they might not speak but he doesn't regret it either.

he waits for a few moments, leaning up to kiss her when she leans down before he clears his throat and sits back a bit, sighing and sliding his fingers through his hair. )

Well, that was fun.

( he says it lightly, warmly. it was fun. probably needed too. )

[ It's a matter of time, really. They both had a tendency to dig their heels in on certain things. Might be better to work out a plan while naked, see if a lack of clothing helps soften the shit they'll need to discuss eventually.

Her hands slide back down to his shoulders as he sits back, giving a hum of agreement. Her fingers tracing a pattern against his skin, absentmindedly as she doesn't try to hide the smile on her lips. ]

I think the fun's just getting started. We have all night.

[ And beyond, if they can figure something out that won't result in one of them having to go underground and cut contact. Or death. ]

I don't know if I can go all night. Not sure if you notice but I'm kinda fuckin' old.

( he wasn't that old but he was older than her, he's pretty sure. )

Maybe half the night. Might need a nap to recharge. Might need to just get you off while I get myself back together.

( he's sure that she'll be so upset about that one. )

[ Honestly, she hadn't really thought about an age difference, but he wasn't too much older than her sitting in her mid-30s. But, she didn't mind an older man. Usually came with some more patience. Sometimes.

An eyebrow arches at the suggestion, letting the smile shift into something a bit more coy. Her troublemaking face. Her hand lifts, gently tapping his cheek as she speaks. ]

Alright, Grandpa. We'll make sure you get a nap. [ And with no warning she lifts herself off of him, settling back onto his lap with a shaky moan. Everything a little fuzzy around the edges for a moment as she tries to regain her composure. ]

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