Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (Closed to the lovely Pwyakit)

[chronicle_tenko]

Clancy

Her frank and simple words left him stripped. More so than if she had pulled his shirt off there. He stood stock still as she told him everything he could ever wish to hear. Laid all his doubts to rest, and did it without batting an eye.

She wanted him.
Not for advancement.
And not to brag.

She just wanted him. Alone, in this room, right now, and for an entire night. How could he deny that? He kissed her. Hard passionately almost as passionately as he had in the bar, and his hands went to her waist. then daringly a little lower, touching the hem of her skirt, and sensing it might just possibly be ok, grabbing her bottom. It was soft supple, and toned from the runs, training and conditioning of the cadet academy. His other hand crept up and softly touched her face, bringing her closer, into him, touching the back of her head.

"I've wanted you since I first saw you enrolled." And the words said. He knew they were true.

 

[Pywakit]

Sara

Sara grinned, then stepped back and put her hands on her hips, sizing him up. "So then! It's a good thing we finally got some time alone then, wouldn't you say?" She looked around the room then, as if examining the room for the first time. "You said that there'd be more drinks, yeah? Or maybe..." she stepped up next to him again and pressed her index finger against the middle of his chest, then slowly began to slide it down toward his belly. "...Maybe we don't need any more drinks to do what comes next?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Clancy

He kissed her and felt like his soul was leaving his body. Like his thoughts were blasted away. Every piece of her being, hitting him like a bomb. Her tongue in his mouth felt more deadly and serious to him than a pistol. And his ability to push her forward more melted as they sunk to the bed, her atop him and straddling his chest. His legs hanging off the edge of the bed, and her smiling approving face beaming down at him, even as his hands closed on her large, covered breasts.

Her finger teasing down to his belly made him twitch, and even through his pants it was apparent how hard he was. The other cadet rumour was about to be proved true, to Cadet Farris. Most cops packed pistols, in their pants. But 'Cranky' Cranston was smuggling a rifle.

 

[Pywakit]

Sara

Where she was straddling his chest, Sara couldn't feel his erection pushing against his trousers, but she knew he was aroused. She could tell simply by the way he was breathing, by the look in his eyes.

"So..." she said, as she slid her hands down her thighs. "What's the next step? Maybe you should frisk me? Make sure I'm not trying to sneak anything past you?"