Know When to Fold 'Em (Closed for Obuzeti)

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

He’s starts pulling her into each thrust and there’s a trace of feminine, wordless, breathey little utterances on each one, sounds she’s not even entirely aware she’s making-she just wants him so bad. His body radiates heat, was so much larger than hers-suddenly him being on top is better to her somehow. Like the kiss in the elevator, or being pinned, or-any of it, all of it.

And yet he asks her what she wants, ducks to kiss and suckle at the soft, sensitive skin of her throat. Offers to provide it, theft free. Kara’s breath catches. He’s large enough and her walls tight enough there’s nothing she can’t currently feel-but most of all he’s sliding against the roof of her sex and striking at the back, and it’s driving her to the edge again, slowly but surely.

“What I always want, always wanted-.” There’s that keening note to her voice again, a building, near desperate desire. “Drive you crazy, make you feel.” Kara can’t seem to sit still, her fingers smoothing over his short hair, the back of his neck, her back arched in an instinctive, bone deep desire to be as close as she can to him, to feel that heat radiating, to offer every inch of skin she can to him as her inner walls tighten and relax in thrilling, rhythmic rotation-each time relaxing a little less, and a little less, and a little less-

“T-take me-” She repeats the word that had widened her eyes and sped up her heart, driven her to a state of arousal she hadn’t felt before. He treasures her but he also lusts for her, and she likes it, she really likes it, and she wants to be indulged in indulging him. Only him, in this secret, thrilling thing only they share in.

“Want to be yours. Only yours.”

 

[Obuzeti]

"Yours," Jonah repeats, breathless, unaware if he's accepting or returning the sentiment, but for goddamn sure he doesn't want to be away. He's breathing hard now, sweat forming over his skin as the heat builds between them into crackling energy, balling low in his abdomen and making his eyes clench shut. Kara's tight as fuck around him, grasping and pulling, taking him in as deep as he can go, and it's beyond him to do anything but hold her in place, smother her in kisses, and give her everything he can.

His balls tighten, and Jonah's teeth grit hard - his forehead presses against Kara's, as he accidentally teeters on the edge of some great cliff. The lack of control gapes up at him, wild and horrible, and he instinctively slows; his gut clenching and his brain quailing from the loss of something hanging on the other side. He doesn't know.

But her words come to him. Take me.

"Kara," he says, half whisper and half prayer, and his free hand seeks hers and intertwines their fingers, tight and knotting together all throughout their bodies. His hips resume their pendulum stroke, up and in, but now there's an urgency in it - he can feel the falling, the unwinding come. He's spinning out of control. "Kara -"

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

He’s going to win and Kara presses frantic kisses to his jaw and throat, his collar bone-those feminine little sounds with each thrust, a bounce to her pert breasts each time he drew their hips together. His eyes are closed, she thinks he’s close-

She’s on fire, she’s on fire and-

He slows down.

Oh, no-

The sexual frustration was nothing compared to her immediate concern-maybe too much for him, maybe it was all too much, he was new at things-but no. He says her name, draws something from it-and then catches her hand, threads his larger fingers through her delicate ones and resumes, faster than before, more urgent- her name still on his lips.

“I’m here-” She is, with him, with only him. Her fingers tighten in his grasp and she tries to match his pace with the little flutters of contractions-but she’s losing the will and the focus as he picks up speed, begins to lose himself back into the tumbled lust and love and bits of madness-into her, and-she can’t quite take it.

Kara’s legs are tight around him, her fingernails digging into his skin as she tries in vain to hold on, tries to wait for him-but she’s never been any good at ignoring her impulses or at any kind of control, and that she’s managed this far was a testament to how much she had wanted to make him win with her.

“Jonah-” It’s a warning and a plea, a drawn out word of ecstasy as everything that had been building finally bursts through the seams. He’d feel her inner muscles tighten impossibly around him and her involuntary, feminine noises of pleasure rise in pitch until those slick inner walls clamped down tight. With a muffled high pitched noise Kara orgasmed, tight inner muscles spasming uncontrollably around him, her back arched high and her hand in his holding tight-eyes wide and dazzled with internal fireworks exploding somewhere therein.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah chokes when Kara begins to flutter on him, her body rapidly squeezing and needing, the tension too tight in him and the sweet pull of her body too irresistable. So he keeps going, thrusting up into her body until the tension knots and pulls and leaves him, and abruptly he comes with a force that jerks his entire body and drags a strangled grunt out of him, along with the spurts of seed that fill Kara within, drawn by her rhythmic tensing. His hand is tight on hers, and he holds her stare, unable to look away from the sheer awe in it, captured by it; at least, until the last jerk leaves him, and he slumps a little, head resting on Kara's neck as he inhales air greedily.

"God, Kara," he says, soft, eyes closed. His lashes brush against her cheek as they flutter involuntarily. "God."

There are no words for it. Everything is soft.

His lips move against her cheek, both words and a kiss.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

The intimacy in the eye contact was electrifying-and then he collapses, and Kara's dazedly pressing kisses to his head, drawing their intertwined hands close to kiss the back of his and just-breathes dazed and still half panting, coming down from the high.

Wow. -Wow.- She's never done...felt THAT before.

He sounds just as blown away and Kara breathes a light, pretty little laugh at the second utterance, nodding in agreement. Her fingers run over the back his shoulders again and again, her brilliantly colored blue eyes dazed and a little smile playing at her lips.

"Still don't want me to touch you?"

Jonah of the whale...Jonah and Kara.

Yeah...she likes that.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah rolls to the side, taking his weight off Kara and pulling her to his chest. There's a slightly awkward moment as he pulls himself out, but it's so shared that he laughs a little instead of feeling ashamed. "Kara," he says, warm, "I didn't want people to touch me because I didn't want them to have power over me. I can't ignore it when they do."

He ducks and nuzzles against her cheek - somehow his most intimate gesture, something beneath the human skin and in instincts millenia old. "You already have it," he murmurs. "I always want to be close to you."

There's a beat, and Jonah turns his head to regard her. His heart is in his eyes, soft and complete and hers. "I will be yours. Always."

It's a compact he seals with a kiss on her lips.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

"I always want to be close to you."

Kara’s heart thrums, that soft tongued tied softness where somebody else might have cried.

"I will be yours. Always."

The kiss is warm and better than anything she’s ever stolen in her life-he just gives it to her, free and open and-

“Well, good.” Kara says, stroking his face, his hair, staring at him a little, her eyes big and blue and reflecting everything she sees in his. She’d never let anything bad happen to him, she could never hurt him. Never. It’s fierce and it’s protective, something outside of herself she actually cares about, treasures.

“Because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Jonah of the whale.” She bopped the end of his nose and then she smiles, bright and happy, that crinkle to the bridge of her nose and that glitter of mirth in her eyes.

She kisses him again, because it’s fucking true. As always, her luck holds.

"I'mma hop in the shower." They had gotten pretty sweaty. Can't imagine why. "Soon as my legs work." Mischief, now.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah offers a wry smile, and lifts up Kara bodily. His knees shake a little too, taken out from under him by the frankly outstanding sex, but he still manages to bear them both over to the shower stall and hold still under the spout. "I can't hit that with my hands full," he says, "So that's on you, hon."

The water comes down, and Jonah lets the deft little woman down onto her feet, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders, and then draws her back into his chest with both hands, embracing her from behind. He stands there with her, under the warm water, droplets running down his cheek.

"Kara," he says, soft.

A long moment. He breathes.

"I love you."

It feels at once like he's handed her a knife and told her to thrust, and the most wild elation he's ever known. He closes his eyes against the dizziness it brings.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara sighs to be drawn back into him, held like that-the moment is intimate and soft. She had never figured she’d be fool enough to ever want anything like this-but now that she’s here, she does. She honestly hadn’t figured on ever caring about more than anything other than herself and her amusement, if she was honest.

"Kara,"

She likes when he says her name. Not exasperation, not ire, not snake oil salesman-but with value, softness, worth.

"I love you."

“I know.” And instead of sounding cocky or flippant, amused-it’s soft and it’s warm and it’s appreciative, maybe even a little vulnerable-like it was like to make her cry, were she someone else. Instead, she just feels warm and confident in the truth of what he says, enveloped in his arms and the sparkling geodes that had been underneath him. “I know you do.” And she intertwined her fingers through his, brought that hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah sighs in acceptance of that, the last of the tension leaving his frame, and lets go to grab the soap and starts trying to wash himself with it. Unfortunately he's a big man and it's a small shower, so he can't really get to himself around Kara - so he shrugs and starts soaping her up instead.

"Never said that before," he says, after several seconds of just washing. " . . . I've had sex once, but it was terrible. Didn't care for it. That was vastly different."

There's a lot of sweat to wash off - they'd been sparring first, wrestling around, and moved that straight into the bedroom. There's a meditative peace he finds in rubbing her fair skin down with the soap bar and cleaning it of their exertions. With more time and a clear mind to compare, they actually have about the same amount of scars, but his calluses are much more worked in - his palm and fingers from gripping a gun nearly all his life, his knuckles from fistfighting, and oddly striated stretch marks along his inner thighs.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

He runs the soap over her shoulders and Kara pauses-then relaxes, kind of amused. Her legs are a little wobbly but they work-she’s still on some kind of high, feel good endorphins or whatever flooding every which way in her brain, she imagines.

The little sun tattoo on her right shoulder and its fiery tendrils-it looked fairly decent, but there’s that telltale bit of blue pigment to the black ink, suggesting the cheap, God-only-knew-what concoction a lot of raiders used. She just had the one, though. Maybe it’d been required, and that’s what she went with rather than marking up her face or arms any.

The water darkens her hair to a new shade of red, makes her skin glisten. It sluices over the toned and wiry muscles of a petite yet proportional woman who spent a lot of time walking, climbing, and moving crap around in places she shouldn’t be in. There’s evidence of a rougher life in the small imperfections in that otherwise perfect skin, most of them old, obtained when she was with the raiders. Kara had cut the side of her upper left arm on something-there was a faint, jagged line where the skin had torn, probably on something rusty in a hole somewhere. Someone had cut her with something at some point, given the straight, thin scar on her forearm. With her gloves off, there were softer signs of previous bouts of fisticuffs. She looked to be left handed.

Kara wasn’t very big. Her bones were rather delicate, the ribcage small and shoulders slight. Without any clothes on, without running her mouth-she was downright small.

“Me either.” She says with a shrug. “Did roll somebody before, but it was a joke.” There’d been no winning for her there-that hadn’t been the point. She certainly hadn’t wanted to at the time, anyway. Too vulnerable. She’d been all in charge both tumbles. The idea of letting anybody pin her down was downright...icky feeling. Unless it was Jonah, apparently. Snrk. “Nothing like this.”

She considers a moment. “I’ve...really only loved me.” It’s soft and there’s a sort of...sadness to it, somehow. But Kara doesn’t do sad-there’s a huff of laughter, too. “That was just part of the joke, you know? I decided I was great soon as I bailed on them asshats. If nobody was in my corner, I sure as shit better be.” Her shoulders straightened, that bit of proud puff to her. “And that’s always been kind of hilarious.” But...

"You're fine as you are."

She had taken those words and locked them up safe somewhere in her heart. Nobody’d ever said anything like that to her before. And except for Jonah, nobody ever would and have it mean a damned thing. She turns around, as brassy and bold as ever despite their nakedness-and takes the soap from him. She’d wash his skin, too.

“But now, I’ll be in your corner, too."

She says, working the soap over his chest, his shoulders, the wall that was just...Jonah. She gets him to turn around and soaps up his back too, working her fingers over the solid muscles. And then...Kara just hugs him like that. Tightly, her pert breasts into his back. "You...you matter, Jonah. Nothing much does, not to me, but you, you do.”

This. She can have this. It’s still a rough and tumble place out there, but a little bit of soft might not be so terribly bad...not with him. They can help look after each other. She'd talk at things and he'd shoot at things and then they'd read books together at home. It wasn't funny, but that's just because it was something...actually nice, rather than dark, cynical humor.

"So...please don't go." She swallows, and suddenly it's a little scarier than she thought, the soft. But he'd said he'd stay. And all she can do is believe him on it...and hope it wasn't a bluff.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah turns around in Kara's arms and for once, doesn't pick her up, as silently pleased as he is to have a woman he can tote around like that. Instead, he just draws her into his chest, the shower's spray beating into his side, drenching both of them. "I'll stay," he says, simply. "I was going to, before any of this came. Even if all we could do is make jokes and understand each other, I'd have stayed. It's more I'd ever thought I'd have again."

His lips move against Kara's hair as he smiles, a more open, precious expression than he'd ever show to living eyes. "All of this is - more. More than grace. My cup overruns. I will stay here as long as I'm welcome, Kara."

The water stays warm for a long time, but eventually it begins to cool, and he cuts the stream and mildly drowns his woman in towel as he dries her off. He glances over at the pile of discarded clothing, and gives it a shrug. "You okay sleeping buff?" he says, idly, a faint curve twitching at the corner of his lips. "Don't feel like getting all that sweat on me again."

That's true, yes. It's also true the Vault sheets are vastly more luxurious than anything on the surface he's had to sleep on, and the feel of them on his bare skin sounds devastatingly sensual. Also, Kara. Naked cuddling is like to be fun.

What an odd train he's chosen to ride.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

He had said that, and he had probably meant it and not been bluffing-but she hadn’t straight up asked him, he’d just known what she was bullshitting around when he’d said it.

It had been important of her to ask. She’s not sure why. A big deal-Kara was used to talking around things to get what she wanted. You never told folks what you were really after-then they’d know and hold it over your head or deny it to you outta spite.

“Always.” Kara says, looking up to catch that smile, to see him. She touches his face, and the moment is real and perfect, and so is he.

“Heh.” And then her eyes narrow a little, that mischief in the blue depths and that slight crinkle to the bridge of her nose before she moves her shoulders back and forth, breasts rubbing against his soaped up chest. “Boob loofah.”

She was ridiculous. But she’s the most content she’s ever been.

~*~

“Gosh I dunno, that might make me blush.” Kara’s all mirthful teasing again, hugging the towel he’d swamped her in. “You can walk around naked wherever you want, down here. I won’t complain.” A wink and, as if to demonstrate this-the cocky bombshell abandoned the towel to strut right on over to their bed, taking a minute to pull things straight and turn down the top sheet and blanket. Her lazy, pepped saunter with the accidental, slight roll of her hips was...something to see, sans clothing.

Kara’s a bombshell. A very confident, vivacious bombshell-with a very pert, nice ass, among other things.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah hums and follows, his eyes firmly on that ass without embarrassment as he tucks in beside Kara, sliding between those silky sheets with a sigh of contentment. The light switch he flicks with an outstretched arm, and then he lays back and sighs in the darkness, blinking against the pooling shadows as his arms link around Kara's back and draw her soft body into his. Her curves press into his side, but for the moment he's sated. Instead, he gently kisses the top of her head again, amidst all that red hair he adores.

"Well then," he says, gently teasing. "I've got something to look forward to, in the days to come. For now - sleep. I'm with you."

~*~

A couple days pass in lazy contentment. It's the most time he's passed in one place in years, and Jonah realizes that this is really how he could choose to spend the rest of his days, here with this vivacious woman he loves. It's the focus of his life, now. It had been beyond his comprehension to want things and then have them, because the only thing he'd wanted was to kill all the things that pressed in on him with their mere existence. And now-

"Kara!" he calls from the shower stall - it was an open affair, a military-like empty cubicle, but he'd taken the time to install a sliding door in front of it so water wouldn't get everywhere every time they used it. She'd insisted it be glass for some reason. "This what you wanted?"

Now if only he could jury-rig a bathtub of some kind, they would be really set. Maybe one of the stalls has a maintenance space beneath he can expand out into, flood and seal off? It's an interesting idea, and he knows Kara would appreciate the chance to lounge around, have one other secret luxury that no one else in the Mojave does. Secrets are her candy; she lights up a little more every time she finds something out that no one else knows.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara called it their ‘honeymoon’ vacation. They went for walks, hit up Sarah’s bar another time or two, explored further into their side of the vault-but mostly they spent time together. Worked on little projects, Jonah had continued reading to her (she never quite managed to stay awake for very long curled into him, but was always highly curious and excited to hear more of the story), told each other tales of their adventures (Kara’s bullshit to truth ratio was about 70/30, but her tells were starting to become apparent-her smiles and smirks were slightly more quirked when she embellished, and when she told the straighter truth her already large blue eyes would widen a fraction, as if even Kara was surprised with some of her own antics), and, of course, slept together. Often.

Overall, a very therapeutic time for two constantly on the go individuals, particularly after the high stakes visit to Sierra Madre. Kara liked his company, liked him in her bed, liked listening to his voice-he was the one and only thing that could manage to hold her attention for extended periods of time. She can’t hardly believe she ever thought he was boring-and sharing the vault with him, making it theirs was more rewarding than it'd ever been by herself.

The high energy woman had been particularly restless today, though. She played with Hrolf (no progress on the petting, but he’d play fetch for as long as her short attention span would allow) and had started back up and reabandoned no less than four half assembled abomination weapons and gadgets already that morning. She’d ended up getting lost in her closet a while, all the random wardrobe pieces tucked every which where.

She’d carefully cut around the stitched together, yellow reflective sun from the back of her wrecked vault suit and sewn it to the back of some half cropped, denim vest she’d found-and that’s what she was apparently matching stuff up with-half dressed as she poked her head into the room brightly before sauntering in to appraise his handiwork.

She had the denim vest open over a plain white tanktop, no sign of a bra to contain the soft, round handfuls of her perky breasts-and no pants, just a pair of navy blue undergarments and more thigh high, mismatched stockings-one a black fishnet, and the other a sheer, light brown colored nylon. Her red hair was fluffed and tumbled attractively from pulling on and taking off different shirts as she tried to decide what she liked under the vest. She’d literally wandered in in the middle of dressing, apparently without a second thought.

Or maybe some thought. It was hard to tell sometimes-she could be a teasing little minx, but sometimes the red head was just naturally appealing, sensual without any intent to it.

“Yeah, that looks great!” Jonah was just as crafty and industrious as she was-but he had the benefit of being a lot bigger, so a project like this was easily in his scope, whereas she’d have struggled to lift the glass door-and control it without it maybe toppling over her head topwise. “Now I’ll be able to draw dirty pictures when it fogs up.”

A familiar mischievous grin. She would, too.

 

[Obuzeti]

Jonah glances over out of the corner of his eye. His lips curl in amusement, and he straightens up and dusts his hands off, before ambling over. "Can't decide what to wear?" he says, but his eyes are sharp; showing off her legs like that, not to mention going without a bra, is just asking for it. He can see Kara's breasts shifting under her top as she moves. "Just out of curiosity, what would you be drawing?"

He settles against the wall behind Kara, and when she starts to turn to face him, his hand catches her shoulder and keeps her in place. Instead, he takes a step forward to just behind her and nuzzles into her hair with familiar affection. Jonah's wearing just a pair of work sweatpants and a shirt today, throwaway clothing should paint or dust get everywhere, and his hands are dusty from drilling and fitting the pieces of the shower door into the existing architecture.

Gentle as that affection is, his other hand has settled on her bare hip, warm and possessive, and he doesn't seem inclined to let go anytime soon.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

“I took what was good off my vault suit and fixed it on this, and now I gotta find what matches it.” ‘Matches’ was an ironic term for Kara to use-nothing she wore ever seemed to match. Kara adjusts the short vest somewhat. “See?” She says now that he’s behind her to see the stitched together, reflective sun newly adhered to her back-but gives a little teasing cock of her hip too, her fists on either one for a moment. She knows she’s got a nice ass, she’s teasing on purpose-even if she had mostly wandered in here at his call rather than any sort of intent.

“I dunno-” Kara laughs and tries to pivot on her stocking’d heel, no doubt full of mirthful mischievousness-but he catches her shoulder and keeps her easily in place. She blinks, the the tingling starting at the back of her neck again before he steps forward, looming large and nuzzling into her hair. He's very warm, like always.

“What’re you trying to do, divinely inspire my art?”

His other large hand’s on her hip, a little dusty and the usual roughness. She feels the color start to rise and she gives a testing little motion to turn around again-and goes nowhere. Amused, the fingers of her matching hand settle on the larger one at her hip, the other straying back to rest against his muscled thigh.

“Or did you just want ideas?” Teasing minx.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Why would I need art when I can just find you?" Jonah murmurs, low into Kara's ear. His free hand slides beneath her top and spreads wide over her belly, callused fingers gentle as they trace up taut skin and cup one pert breast, when he begins to fondle with lascivious patience. "There is nothing you can draw that I would take over you."

His hips connect with that firm rear, and Jonah presses up against it with a sway. He's not hard yet, but rapidly getting there, his shaft thickening and pressing out against the fabric of his sweatpants. It presses deliciously against those thin panties as he grinds again, letting Kara know exactly how sexy he finds her with something more convincing than words.

"What would you consider dirty, then?" Jonah says, voice low and firm. "What could you draw that would make you flush and think about dropping your panties to rub one out real quick?"

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

The tingling at the back of her neck spread to the space just between her shoulder blades as his low murmur and warm breath hit the delicate sea shell of her ear. Oh, hell, if that doesn’t do something for her.

Kara draws in a breath as his fingers slip under her shirt, warm, thick fingers cupping one naked breast. Oh, right, she’d briefly considered that corset looking thing, but it’d been a little too heavy handed for public usage. Maybe she should break that out around here sometime, though-but apparently Jonah was a leg man, so maybe pantlessness was lingerie enough, snrk.

She likes when he touches her. She likes how big his hands are.

“Ha, for all you know I’m a regular Michael Angie-o.” She continues with her silly joke-when in fact she had been talking stick figures with naughty bits, probably. She can’t draw for shit.

He grinds into her and Kara’s fingers tense on his thigh, that fetching blush coming to the tops of her cheeks and instant tingling interest elsewhere, a warm pull low in her hips as her tongue sticks to the roof of her mouth.

She doesn’t know how he does that.

“Whaddya mean-” Kara’s got the start of that aroused, keening note to her voice as she tries to turn around again, her delicate hand half wrapping around his broad wrist, the splayed fingers of her other one gripping his thigh, sliding down a little over it as she tries to shift her hips away to turn around. It mostly grinds her into him, and that makes her tingle more.

Kara just doesn’t ever seem to be able to sit still, and forcing her to only keeps her attention on what she’s being made to feel, which makes her squirm more. It was a very delicious cycle.

“Stick figures ain’t going to be as good as my imagination, and I’d just want to imagine you anyway.” He’s getting aroused and she was too-and as usual, impatient. Her chest presses into his caressing hand as her breath and pulse quicken.

“I’m tired, aren’t you tired?” As if she needs to trick him so she can get to him.

 

[Obuzeti]

No dice. Jonah's got a firm grip on Kara, and he's large and immovable in his own right.

"I think," he murmurs, as his free hand slides down Kara's hip, along her thigh - bringing her panties with it down to her knees, "I have an idea."

That hand comes back around and cups her mound with big, broad fingers, spreading her lower lips a little as they bracket it. Then he starts to rub one finger over and around her pouting labia, firm and insistent, and in time with the other hand that rolls a thumb over her hardened nipple, sending a hot pulse through her entire body every time. "I think," Jonah says, low and vivid in her ear, "I should turn that shower on. Hot. I should let it steam up that glass. And then I should strip you naked, press you against that glass, and fuck you until you're begging me to stop. And then I can have a nice, steamy impression of you in that glass, Kara, because you are better than any art."

His low, steady voice is resonant in her ear. He never stops rubbing over her lips as he speaks, driving her excitement up with the steady virtuoso of a musician with his instrument, the only one he cares for - stare black and intense as his head leans over her shoulder. His shaft is full and hard now, pressed up between the taut cheeks of her ass, and every time she sways he pulls her back against that hard shaft laid in the curve of her rear.

"Does that sound like fun, Kara?"

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Her bid to haul him off to bed fails-he all but ignores it to pull her panties down like he owns the place, without so much as a how do you do.

Kara’s bucks into his hand, her pert ass driving into him at the same time, caught between the broadness of his fingers and his hardening cock. She instinctively tries to close her legs-but his hand is broad between the bare expanse of thigh above the stocking’d limbs, and it’s no help.

What was he going to do, fuck her right here? Shit, maybe-Kara’s blushing furiously now, and the idea was downright naughty-her panties around her knees worse than if they were absent entirely.

She’d always been crass and confident in her sexuality, thought of herself as a tricky creature-something with teeth but slinkiness to avoid getting caught-but Moray was a much bigger, better predator, and it made her heart skitter like a rabbit’s to be held in place against him. And just like some kind of predator, the big man was and had always been entirely too focused.

He’s just intense, and it takes her from zero to a hundred in seconds flat to have that intense laser focus turned on her-tingles down her spine and her sex slickening just as much from that as the touch she’s shifting her hips into. She can’t help it-she’s never learned to curb her impulses, and him having full range of touch and the cajones to cut through her bullshit-the things he’s saying-

“Fuck-” She’s created a monster. A hot as hell, alive, dominant monster. He’s hard now, and she’s vaguely aware of those unintentional, faint feminine noises of arousal coloring each short breath. It’s his voice, and the heat of him against her back, and his fingers-the hard evidence of arousal she keeps grinding back into with each circle of his finger and flick of her nipple. Fucking hell, how does he do that? Her body was beyond responsive to everything he does-remembering and wanting more.

One of her hands is just over her own shoulder, had reached back for her fingers to catch and tighten in his shirt-while the fingers of her other one were still splayed out on his thigh, clawing inwards to ball up that part of his sweats, try to tug them off. They are wearing entirely too many clothes, or maybe just he was-his calloused hand is already under her shirt and against the soft skin of her breast, flicking over the sensitive perked nipple there while the other’s caught between her thighs on even more sensitive skin. She can’t think straight, she just wants him now, and if she doesn’t get him she’s going to go crazy.

“Yes.”

 

[Obuzeti]

"Good," Moray says, pleased, and releases her and just walks right by Kara - incongruously, making sure she's steady against the wall before doing so - and strips off his shirt, kicks off his sweatpants, in a smooth motion as he strides to the shower. He flicks the water on and closes his eyes for a beat as that warm water pounds into his chest, runs down the firm musculature there, down the creases of his hips and square thighs, and over the thick, bobbing erection still waiting for Kara.

His stare is no less intense - a total and complete thing that swallows her where she stands.

"Get out of those clothes and get in here, Kara," he says, voice languid and yet completely confident, as he ducks his head under the spray. "I'm going to fuck your brains out today."

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

And just like that, he’s gone!

Kara makes a frustrated noise she doesn’t like, has to lean against the wall a minute until her knees lock but then he’s taking his clothes off just about in the same motion, and she’s immediately distracted again. She’s seen men, but they’d all just kinda been...vague and absent scenery on the sidelines. Nothing she’d spent much time looking at.

But Jonah-well, she likes looking at Jonah. That was why the glass door-she’d totally figured on wanting to waltz in and catch him in there for the free show. He’s as male as they come for fucking sure, and while the differences between them were intriguing all their own, she just likes to watch him sometimes, the way his limbs flex and the rise and fall of his solid, unshakeable wall of his chest.

Man. She’s really got the hots for him, on top of everything else she feels about him. He’s crowded out a lot of different areas in her headspace, places she hadn’t really considered before.

Her hands absently grip either edge of the vest but she’s busy watching him, forgetting herself a minute-until he opened his eyes and turned that intense stare on her again.

“Snrk, yeah okay, bossy-” She grins but it’s not quite as brassy as usual-her eyes widened a fraction and that flush of her face. Yeah. Yeah, okay, it wasn’t very romantic but she doesn’t give a damn, that was some other kind of-her skin was hot and she’s wet enough she feels dampness on the inside of her thighs.

She peels out of the denim vest and the motion has the thin tanktop straining against her soft chest a moment, the pale pink of her nipples and areolas apparent as the cloth stretches. She kicks out of her panties and snags one stocking, a breast bouncing hop on her one foot as her flexible leg crosses over the front of that thigh to draw off the fishnet, then repeat for the nylon-leaving a trail of clothing items on her way to the shower. No hesitation at all for that-she’s still wearing the tank top when she steps in there with him, water soaking the fabric, making it cling to her like a second skin-half forgotten about already so she can touch him instead, hands sliding up over his chest to his shoulders.

Want want want-

“I mean, don’t I get a kiss first?” She teases, but she’s just about too breathless for the usual mirthful, mischievous note.

 

[Obuzeti]

Moray watches her. He looks hungry, intent, and doesn't so much as blink as Kara steps into the shower with him. Instead, his hands settle on her shoulders and slide up to cup her face, and he delivers a slow, soulful kiss as they stand together in the pouring water. "You get everything I have, Kara," Jonah says, soft, holding her gaze and her alike, body to body in the little shower stall. The soaked tank top does nothing to prevent the drag of her perked nipples against his chest, or the thudding beat of blood through his hard cock. "But that means I get all of you too."

He touches her shoulder then and turns her around with a light touch - contrast to his imperious demeanor, his commands - and draws the tank top from her shoulders, flicking it over the stall wall so Jonah can get his hands on her bare skin again, as thirsty for the touch as she is. One big hand returns to a pert tit and cups it, kneading, before trailing down over Kara's taut belly. The other spreads her legs with gentle fingers, sliding over her inner thighs soaked with water and thicker, more honeyed fluids. Then it brackets her lower lips and spreads them wide again, as Jonah shuffles forward a half step, thick shaft pressing against her from behind.

"Open up for me," he says, soft, and slides himself home in Kara's wet core in one gradual thrust, grunting softly at the sudden tightness.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

The long, soft kiss soothes over the trepidation she’d felt on the very far outer edges of the intense, burning need he’d managed to start out of nothing-everything about him just gasoline poured on top of that.

She loves this man. She also lusts for him. It was both a separate thing and something that blended together, the Jonah inspired warmth in her heart mingling with the likewise Jonah kindled fire in her blood.

“Sounds like a fair deal.” She breathes, a dazed and warm smile playing over her lips, fingers trailing back down his chest and to his hardness-but he turns her around again, light and careful but also firm and intent. Off goes the tank top she’d mostly forgotten about, his hands immediately returning to her, skin to skin-her core was already tingling, all along those slickened inner walls and the outer lips of her sex, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

It’s all anticipation and want and-he’s so warm, the hand bracing against her flat stomach spanning most of the soft skin, helping keep her balanced as as he steps up behind her, the head of him at her opening-Kara’s hands catch at the wall in front of her, popping on the balls of her feet as she spreads her legs just a bit further-and arched her back with a low, feminine sound of pleasure as he enters her, a flutter of her inner muscles as she spreads around him-the walls tight. He’s hot within her and it’s a little dizzying-she can feel his pulse.

“Oh, Jonah-” His name tumbles from her lips, the new, different angle putting delicious pressure against the roof of her sex and-she’s already tight and he’s thicker, larger than what little she knew about men before-it always takes her body a minute to get used to him. But as usual, Kara’s impatient, a shift back into him and a shudder. God. She’s biting her lower lip and she wants this, she wants him to fuck her just like he’d said he would, more than she’s ever wanted anything-which is what she ALWAYS thinks when they have sex, but every time it’s just hungrier and hungrier somehow.