[ Fast forward. There's a flannel slung over a chair, a chain lock on a motel door, blinds drawn, panties discarded. Fast forward and there's lips on lips and lips on neck, no shirt, pants sliding off and disappearing beneath the bed. Fast forward and the sheets are twisted beneath them, fingertips curled around her hips and flipping her over to pin her to the mattress, calloused palms over soft breasts and nipping soft trails along her clavicle. Fingertips tracing patterns between her legs, establishing a rhythm, sliding in to test the waters.
Achingly hard, and pressing softly into her thigh.
Fast forward, and a lowly murmured: ]
You ready? This okay?
[ And then sliding in slow, until he's seated and their hips press together. A palm sliding under her thigh to support it, to guide it around his waist. Careful touches along her back, her sides, her ribs, tracing out patterns until he's sure they're good. Then moving, the slow and languid rolling of hips. ]
north has very justifiable reasons for her hang ups around sex, of course, but it doesn't change the fact that when she comes across a hot guy sometimes the only reasonable decision is to get him into a motel. that's just how it is sometimes.
she laughs when he asks if she's okay, wraps her legs around his waist and digs her heels into his back. he was only able to flip their positions because she let him, and there's a gentle reminder of this when the heels pressed into dean's back are able to pull him in a little faster, a little deeper.
just a reminder though, because next she's dropping her head back against the bed and sliding her fingers into his hair. )
Trust me, you'll know if it isn't okay.
( and as if it somehow proves the point she tugs his hair lightly. not enough to hurt, really, just a bit of pressure. )
[ It falls out of his mouth before he can help it, because there's absolutely no fighting the way her heels drive his hips forth, slotting into her with unstoppable forward momentum. It sends heat racing up his spine for more reasons than he really cares to examine, considering, you know, he's trying to get laid not have a therapy session right now.
His head drops at the feeling of it, cock twitching in an unquestionable manifestation of his approval. ]
Yes ma'am.
[ He agrees earnestly enough, because there's no denying if she didn't want this she'd send his ass spine-first to the wall. Better not to give her a reason to, huh? His left arm slides forth to curl under her shoulder, really for his benefit more than hers.
And he moves, a gentle pulsing rhythm, a barely-there in and out motion to ease them both into this. To get a feel for one another, and god does she feel good. ]
( easing into things is great and all, but there's a time and place and right now is very much not it. or at least that's North's take on the matter, because while rolling her hips up to meet those slow thrusts does the trick at first, it's very quickly not enough. which is why she uses the fact that his hand is already curled around her shoulder. she raises her back enough that she can use a hand, slide it around a little more, and she drops both of her hands on his shoulders. leans in as if she's going for a kiss.
and then drops her legs from his waist, finds purchase on the mattress and flips their position without much effort at all. she could break him if she wanted to. good thing she doesn't. )
This is a little more my tempo.
( she murmurs, and this time North does duck in for the kiss. it's a sweet little thing, a chaste brush that doesn't really match up with the hands sliding onto Dean's chest and the thighs hugging his hips. apparently speed wasn't actually an issue though, because now that she's on top North is happy to find a pace that just has to be torture. she sits back a little, hands settled flat against Dean's sides, and just rocks her hips in a slow and steady grind. easing into it, of course. )
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Achingly hard, and pressing softly into her thigh.
Fast forward, and a lowly murmured: ]
You ready? This okay?
[ And then sliding in slow, until he's seated and their hips press together. A palm sliding under her thigh to support it, to guide it around his waist. Careful touches along her back, her sides, her ribs, tracing out patterns until he's sure they're good. Then moving, the slow and languid rolling of hips. ]
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north has very justifiable reasons for her hang ups around sex, of course, but it doesn't change the fact that when she comes across a hot guy sometimes the only reasonable decision is to get him into a motel. that's just how it is sometimes.
she laughs when he asks if she's okay, wraps her legs around his waist and digs her heels into his back. he was only able to flip their positions because she let him, and there's a gentle reminder of this when the heels pressed into dean's back are able to pull him in a little faster, a little deeper.
just a reminder though, because next she's dropping her head back against the bed and sliding her fingers into his hair. )
Trust me, you'll know if it isn't okay.
( and as if it somehow proves the point she tugs his hair lightly. not enough to hurt, really, just a bit of pressure. )
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[ It falls out of his mouth before he can help it, because there's absolutely no fighting the way her heels drive his hips forth, slotting into her with unstoppable forward momentum. It sends heat racing up his spine for more reasons than he really cares to examine, considering, you know, he's trying to get laid not have a therapy session right now.
His head drops at the feeling of it, cock twitching in an unquestionable manifestation of his approval. ]
Yes ma'am.
[ He agrees earnestly enough, because there's no denying if she didn't want this she'd send his ass spine-first to the wall. Better not to give her a reason to, huh? His left arm slides forth to curl under her shoulder, really for his benefit more than hers.
And he moves, a gentle pulsing rhythm, a barely-there in and out motion to ease them both into this. To get a feel for one another, and god does she feel good. ]
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and then drops her legs from his waist, finds purchase on the mattress and flips their position without much effort at all. she could break him if she wanted to. good thing she doesn't. )
This is a little more my tempo.
( she murmurs, and this time North does duck in for the kiss. it's a sweet little thing, a chaste brush that doesn't really match up with the hands sliding onto Dean's chest and the thighs hugging his hips. apparently speed wasn't actually an issue though, because now that she's on top North is happy to find a pace that just has to be torture. she sits back a little, hands settled flat against Dean's sides, and just rocks her hips in a slow and steady grind. easing into it, of course. )