Chariot || Dino (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mylittlecavallone) wrote2013-03-11 05:25 am
mylittlecavallone) wrote2013-03-11 05:25 am
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[ ic ] Continuations
shh shhhhh
[nearly cries out, instead letting out a long, loud moan as he twists his hands in the sheets, forcing his hips back to meet Chariot's thrust, back arched]
I—thank you—
I—thank you—
[ Sharply, accentuated with a quick draw back of his hips and a powerful slam forward. ]
Sir.
Sir.
Of course I have.
[shoves her hands down, pushing his shirt the rest of the way off, sliding her palms over his biceps]
[shoves her hands down, pushing his shirt the rest of the way off, sliding her palms over his biceps]
You were staring.
[ Letting the shirt fall off the bed along with the tie, freed hands moving to her waist to slide up her sides, tracing her curve. ]
[ Letting the shirt fall off the bed along with the tie, freed hands moving to her waist to slide up her sides, tracing her curve. ]
I like looking.
[is not . . . terribly . . . curvaceous]
[is not . . . terribly . . . curvaceous]
[ Well you are curvier than the guys I have slept with... If that makes you feel better... ]
Not touching?
Not touching?
[that's . . . er. yes . . .]
. . . I guess we'll see.
[sliding her hands over his arms and shoulders again, tracing out the patterns of his tattoos]
. . . I guess we'll see.
[sliding her hands over his arms and shoulders again, tracing out the patterns of his tattoos]
[ Closing his eyes at the touch, hands stilling for a moment as she does. ]
. . . I like these.
[shifts a little closer in his lap, trailing her knuckles down the curve of his throat, fingers of her other hand still tracing a tattoo]
[shifts a little closer in his lap, trailing her knuckles down the curve of his throat, fingers of her other hand still tracing a tattoo]
[ Head tilting back just a bit, shifting his arms to wrap loosely around her waist. ]
I still remember the face you made when I got your key tattooed on my arm.
I still remember the face you made when I got your key tattooed on my arm.
I remember poking it because you were an idiot.
[tilting her head and leaning in for a kiss, careful and sweet]
[tilting her head and leaning in for a kiss, careful and sweet]
It healed.
[ Kissing her back, warm and affectionate. ]
[ Kissing her back, warm and affectionate. ]
[slides her hand over the tattoo in question, rubbing her thumb along the edge and humming happily into the kiss]
[ Boss is cute... Trailing his own fingers up and down against Mal's lower back, teasing at her waistband. ]
[shivers, leaning into the touch, worrying at her lower lip with her teeth]
Chariot . . .
Chariot . . .
[ Tilting his head forward, kissing her again, quick and light even as his fingers slide lower, under warm cloth. ]
I think it's about time your pants joined your shirt.
I think it's about time your pants joined your shirt.
[dryly amused]
You move fast.
Mm . . . I'm not in a good position for that, though.
You move fast.
Mm . . . I'm not in a good position for that, though.
They'd have to come off eventually.
[ Considers her in his lap. ... Not particularly inclined to move her off... ]
True... I rather like you right there.
[ Considers her in his lap. ... Not particularly inclined to move her off... ]
True... I rather like you right there.
[. . . shifts, leaning a little closer with a brief grind, rubbing against him, slim arms draping around his neck]
Ah . . . mmhmm . . .
Ah . . . mmhmm . . .
[ fjdks, his breath catches a bit and his hips roll up against hers, eager. ]
Well, I like you here even more...
Well, I like you here even more...
[lets her gaze drop, lashes heavy]
Isn't that . . . the idea . . .? Ah . . .
Isn't that . . . the idea . . .? Ah . . .
[ Pressing his fingers into her skin, a light coax for more as he rocks his hips up again. ]
It's a... very good idea.
It's a... very good idea.
Sir—
[he gasps it out, moaning openly again as he drives his hips back to meet Chariot's, matching his pace and intensity]
[he gasps it out, moaning openly again as he drives his hips back to meet Chariot's, matching his pace and intensity]
This is—a good . . . idea . . .?
[she sounds confident at first, then trailing off a little breathlessly]
[she sounds confident at first, then trailing off a little breathlessly]
Do you need more convincing of that?
[ Tugging her higher on his lap, flush against his body. ]
[ Tugging her higher on his lap, flush against his body. ]
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