song_tra_bong | (no subject)

"Since when have I been most women?"

She rests her hands against his chest.

"And you could read the goddamn phone book while we were fucking and I'd love it."

'You've never been most women. But you objected the one time,' two times, three?, 'I called you a whore in the past. It's almost the same thing.'

He's not apologising for doing that - they weren't talking, he had eaten that candy, just wanted to piss you off; all justified reasons, he thinks.

He kisses her again, starts to walk her backwards towards the bed.

'I think I can do better than read the phone book.'

Much better.

(almost is not quite)

She doesn't bother correcting him.

"I think you can, too."

When they hit the bed he doesn't take his arms from around her, just looks into her eyes for a moment. Sometimes he feels like he should have her more worked out by now; she's so transparent in some ways and impossibly opaque in others.

Fuck it. A hand on her her shoulder tries to push her down to sit on the bed in front of him.

(If he totally understood her, would he still be interested?)

She acquiesces, taking a seat on the edge and looking up, head slightly cocked.

(Possibly not. But maybe.)

He looks down at her with...well, not a smirk exactly. Something between that and a smile, as he runs a finger down her cheek.

He'd been meaning to have her suck him off but her face like that...he kneels between her legs instead, hand in her hair as he pulls her in for a kiss, gentle but insistent.

Her arms slide over his shoulders, one hand resting on the back of his neck as she leans forward to meet him.

It's comfortable like that for a while but it's not long before he wants more. Lots more. He presses a hand to her chest, away from him.

'Lie back.'

She does, arms stretched over her head and one foot rubbing idly up his calf.

He wastes no time in getting her pants open, tugging them down her hips and pulling them, and her underwear, down her legs and off. Then his hands are pushing her legs apart, running his nails up the insides of her thighs, eyes roaming her body.

'You look like a cat,' he tells her, before dipping his head to get to work, pushing his tongue into the fold of her to find her clit.

"AaaaaaaaAH--"

She was going to ask a question about that comparison, but she's having some difficulty forming words.

Her reactions always make him grin. But that doesn't distract him from what he's doing, licking slowly in firm strokes, fingers stroking just outside of her, promising.

The helpless string of vowels shifts into a whine and then,

"You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?"

'Maybe.'

Heh, always. He loves it. Perhaps it explains why he only slips one finger into her, heading straight for her g-spot and pressing only really lightly on it.

Mary Anne groans.

"Bastard."

It almost sounds affectionate.

'If you say so.'

And just for that, he doesn't give her any more. Just goes back to soft licking, rubbing her lightly with that one finger.

She smacks her head back against the mattress, growling softly.

'Problem?' he asks, lips brushing her clit, amused.

She runs a hand through his hair.

"Just that you're an evil tease."

'You love it.'

He laughs and gives her a bit more, sliding another finger in and starting a nice rhythm, sucking her clit lightly.

Better?

Much better, if the way she rocks her hips forward is any indication.

His free hand slides up her body under her shirt, yanking one side of her bra down so he can pinch and roll a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He presses his tongue harder against her now, insistent; fucks her harder with his fingers.

"Thank you, baby," she gasps, her hand tightening in his hair.

He's figuring she wont be saying that in a minute but that's alright, she'll thank him in the end. She seems to like what he's doing right now so he carries on, willing to take his time because he knows it'll pay off by the end of the night.

Her nails start to dig into his scalp, while her free hand twists in the sheets.

She'd keep stroking his ego, but being articulate is becoming difficult.