The wood of the desk was cold beneath my butt, my thighs and I yelped a little at the sensation. We laughed, giddy and he ran his hands up my legs, shivery and light over the bare skin. His hands were warm, rough. Callused in all the right places.
He cupped my knees, spreading my legs just a little bit wider and sank down between them, a sharks smile on his tanned face. I watched him go, slow and sure of himself. He pushed my skirt further up my legs, leaving it as more of a suggestion than anything else. I threaded my fingers through his hair, light pressure against his scalp.
I tugged, tried to pull him in closer and he resisted. Those rough fingers left my knee and slipped up my inner thigh, brushed against my outer lips and then spread them, holding me open and waiting. I growled at him and shifted against the table, moving just a little closer, wider. He leaned forward and pressed a feather kiss on my clit before he flattened his tongue against it, not enough pressure.
He pulled back, his cheek and lips resting along my thigh and sank two fingers deep inside. I threw my head back. He crooked his fingers, twisting them, teasing. It was never enough like this. Never fast. He took his time, spread me open for him, made me tight and wet. I flushed, hot, mewling. I could see the lights of the city outside the window in front of me, the lights flashing, weaving in and out, shimmering like heat waves.
“Please.” I pulled on his hair again, my palms tingling and slick with sweat. “Pleasepleaseplease...”
Smooth, soft skin of his cheek and then the rough roll of the ball of his thumb against me. I slid my legs up over his shoulders, drawing him in deeper. Just a little more, a little harder.
I looked down to see him coming for me, lips parted, tongue flicking out to lap me up, to hollow me out and he rolled his eyes up to meet mine. Faded green, warm and burning with pleasure...
“Harry!” Pounding on my bedroom door.
I opened my eyes and glared. Fuck. Thomas wasn't supposed to be home for another hour.
“What?” Go away. Go away.
“Um...there anything you want to tell me?”
“No! For fuck's sake. Go away. I'm busy!”
“Yeah. I can tell.” Oh, the joys of having a sex vampire for a roommate. “It's just...there's these flowers out here. A lot of them. Usually, that means you've either made someone really happy, or they've pissed you off.”
“Awesome.” I let my head flop back onto my pillow. “Put them out in the back yard and mulch them!”
Green. Shit.
I'd lost my fucking mind. It was the only explanation. All this playing around with each other, pretending to be people we weren't had broken us somehow. I had to fix this. I looked at my closet, at the dresses hanging there. The jewelry, everything. None of it was me.
We'd worked as Marcone and Harry. We hadn't been friends, but we'd worked. This new set of us, pretending to be normal people, they didn't work. They made stupid decisions and were going to get themselves killed. Somewhere along the way Marcone had forgotten that this was just a role. It was the only explanation for why he couldn't see the way Morelli was scoping everything out. Taking note of the city's weak points.
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timeasmymeasure
Fill: Playing for the Crowd 6/?
Date: 2011-03-02 03:12 am (UTC)He cupped my knees, spreading my legs just a little bit wider and sank down between them, a sharks smile on his tanned face. I watched him go, slow and sure of himself. He pushed my skirt further up my legs, leaving it as more of a suggestion than anything else. I threaded my fingers through his hair, light pressure against his scalp.
I tugged, tried to pull him in closer and he resisted. Those rough fingers left my knee and slipped up my inner thigh, brushed against my outer lips and then spread them, holding me open and waiting. I growled at him and shifted against the table, moving just a little closer, wider. He leaned forward and pressed a feather kiss on my clit before he flattened his tongue against it, not enough pressure.
He pulled back, his cheek and lips resting along my thigh and sank two fingers deep inside. I threw my head back. He crooked his fingers, twisting them, teasing. It was never enough like this. Never fast. He took his time, spread me open for him, made me tight and wet. I flushed, hot, mewling. I could see the lights of the city outside the window in front of me, the lights flashing, weaving in and out, shimmering like heat waves.
“Please.” I pulled on his hair again, my palms tingling and slick with sweat. “Pleasepleaseplease...”
Smooth, soft skin of his cheek and then the rough roll of the ball of his thumb against me. I slid my legs up over his shoulders, drawing him in deeper. Just a little more, a little harder.
I looked down to see him coming for me, lips parted, tongue flicking out to lap me up, to hollow me out and he rolled his eyes up to meet mine. Faded green, warm and burning with pleasure...
“Harry!” Pounding on my bedroom door.
I opened my eyes and glared. Fuck. Thomas wasn't supposed to be home for another hour.
“What?” Go away. Go away.
“Um...there anything you want to tell me?”
“No! For fuck's sake. Go away. I'm busy!”
“Yeah. I can tell.” Oh, the joys of having a sex vampire for a roommate. “It's just...there's these flowers out here. A lot of them. Usually, that means you've either made someone really happy, or they've pissed you off.”
“Awesome.” I let my head flop back onto my pillow. “Put them out in the back yard and mulch them!”
Green. Shit.
I'd lost my fucking mind. It was the only explanation. All this playing around with each other, pretending to be people we weren't had broken us somehow. I had to fix this. I looked at my closet, at the dresses hanging there. The jewelry, everything. None of it was me.
We'd worked as Marcone and Harry. We hadn't been friends, but we'd worked. This new set of us, pretending to be normal people, they didn't work. They made stupid decisions and were going to get themselves killed. Somewhere along the way Marcone had forgotten that this was just a role. It was the only explanation for why he couldn't see the way Morelli was scoping everything out. Taking note of the city's weak points.
I had to undo whatever it was I'd done.
Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 6/?
Date: 2011-03-02 08:02 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 6/?
Date: 2011-03-03 08:14 pm (UTC)*hides in embarrassment*
thank you!
Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 6/?
Date: 2011-03-03 05:38 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Playing for the Crowd 6/?
Date: 2011-03-03 08:15 pm (UTC)