Yeah, I have. For long enough. [ Even with the soft, affectionate laughter that accompanies his response, there’s no hiding the sincere earnestness from his voice or the slight note of his own bashfulness as he realizes just how blatantly he’s been staring. He’s drawn to her in ways he can’t begin to describe, fond warmth flooding his chest at the upturned corners of her mouth as she teases him, just as it had a moment ago when she’d laughed so fondly at the way he’d undressed her.
And although she never says it, he’s certain she’s drawn to him too, can read it through the smugness of her nod and the eager press of her lips against his. They’ve both spent their lives making their livings with their fingers and their hands— hers in picking locks and pockets, his in slicing vegetables and meat— and it’s no surprise to him that she manages to unbutton his shirt and shove his pants off his hips with a speed that matches his own.
He laughs, a soft, fond sound of his own, against her mouth as she does it, a shiver of anticipation running along his spine and then again when she leans back to take him in. Grinning that wide, bright grin as she pulls close, his arm curls around her and fingertips trace the curve of her spine from between her shoulder blades down to the small of her back, hand settling there for a brief moment as he glances over her shoulder. ]
Table. [ More soft laughter as he steals another kiss from her mouth, harder now, hungrier, now that they’re pressed against one another skin, bare skin against bare skin, her body warmer and softer than it has any right to be. The feeling of her breasts pressing against the hard plane of his chest leaves him shuddering again, taking a few slow steps forward as they move towards the table that’s nearby. ] For now. [ It’s a quiet murmur— almost a question, but not really, not when he knows now that this line has been crossed, once can’t possibly be enough.
It only takes a few more stolen kisses before they’re there, the table only a few feet away as the hard length of his cock rubs against her belly with every step. Grinning again, so wide and fond, his hands sweep under her thighs and lifts her up, setting her on the very edge of the table. He can’t help but take another look at her, then, eye dark with want, his shaft throbbing with need at what he sees. ]
Fuck. [ The curse is laughed out, soft and eager, as he takes a step forward, one hand touching her cheek, the other slowly drawing its fingertips along the inside of her thigh. He kisses her again, softly, as he murmurs almost dreamily. ] Gonna touch your cunt, now, and see just how wet you are for me.
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And although she never says it, he’s certain she’s drawn to him too, can read it through the smugness of her nod and the eager press of her lips against his. They’ve both spent their lives making their livings with their fingers and their hands— hers in picking locks and pockets, his in slicing vegetables and meat— and it’s no surprise to him that she manages to unbutton his shirt and shove his pants off his hips with a speed that matches his own.
He laughs, a soft, fond sound of his own, against her mouth as she does it, a shiver of anticipation running along his spine and then again when she leans back to take him in. Grinning that wide, bright grin as she pulls close, his arm curls around her and fingertips trace the curve of her spine from between her shoulder blades down to the small of her back, hand settling there for a brief moment as he glances over her shoulder. ]
Table. [ More soft laughter as he steals another kiss from her mouth, harder now, hungrier, now that they’re pressed against one another skin, bare skin against bare skin, her body warmer and softer than it has any right to be. The feeling of her breasts pressing against the hard plane of his chest leaves him shuddering again, taking a few slow steps forward as they move towards the table that’s nearby. ] For now. [ It’s a quiet murmur— almost a question, but not really, not when he knows now that this line has been crossed, once can’t possibly be enough.
It only takes a few more stolen kisses before they’re there, the table only a few feet away as the hard length of his cock rubs against her belly with every step. Grinning again, so wide and fond, his hands sweep under her thighs and lifts her up, setting her on the very edge of the table. He can’t help but take another look at her, then, eye dark with want, his shaft throbbing with need at what he sees. ]
Fuck. [ The curse is laughed out, soft and eager, as he takes a step forward, one hand touching her cheek, the other slowly drawing its fingertips along the inside of her thigh. He kisses her again, softly, as he murmurs almost dreamily. ] Gonna touch your cunt, now, and see just how wet you are for me.