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Room 324, Sunday Morning

Uncharacteristically, Kate was awake first. Not that that meant much: it wasn't like she'd moved yet or anything. Why would she have, when she was all wrapped up in blankets with Bod and could just enjoy his body heat and his familiar smell and feel all right there, close to her?

... Well, actually, she could think of a reason. It just came to her, suddenly, something they'd talked about, something she'd put some thought into later. She was warm and happy and it seemed like as good a time as any, probably for those very reasons.

Trying to move as slowly and smoothly as she could, so as not to wake Bod up yet if she didn't have to, she reached to fumble the drawer of her bedside table open for a notebook she knew she had there.

[ooc: Just for that pale English dude that's not the one I'm playing!]

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Kate was confident he wouldn't. He was the careful sort, and she was the type to be vocal if it felt like he was about to. They complimented each other in that regard. "No, this is good," she sighed. "This is good for now. Did you wanna hear me talk some more? You're getting hard."

"Please do," Bod said, pushing his finger slowly back inside her and keeping it there so he could wiggle it around carefully. "Yes, please keep talking. I'd -- "

He sighed and swallowed himself. " -- like that."

"Well, where was I?" Kate wondered, having taken a moment to just... breathe and stay relaxed and enjoy. "Oh, did I talk about you coming on me yet?"

She knew she hadn't.

"No," he said and shook his head, sighing and arching up against her because he could remember those encounters and they still caused a reaction. "No, you haven't."

"Well... You like doing that, for sure." She gave him a faint smirk. "'Cause I remember last time, in the shower? I remember you staring down at me with your come all over my rack and you just looked like you were going to shoot another load, or maybe faint."

"Probably faint," be mumbled, finger stilling inside her because his thoughts got a little out of control and he couldn't concentrate.

Getting hard wasn't happening anymore because he was hard and pushing up against her to feel some friction against his cock. "Definitely faint."

"Is it really that amazing?" she wondered, honestly not really expecting an answer. Not with how she carefully pushed down against him, and ducked down for a quick kiss too. "Seeing your spunk on my skin? Seeing me marked like that?" She nipped at his lip again, lowering her voice. "Seeing me enjoy it?"

"Oh god, Kate, oh god," he mumbled, finger sliding out of her so he could push down harder on her back to get more of her weight pressing down on his cock. It was amazing to him that words, just words, could really do this to him.

So, she really didn't get an answer but she got words. They were just slightly incoherent and more on the side of babbling.

Babbling was good too, in fact she loved it. She loved that she could do that to him mostly just by talking. And she was intending to keep pushing him juuust a little bit more, just to see if she could make him crack, and what would happen if he did.

"It's kind of primal, right?" she breathed, half against his lips, shifting a bit as he pressed her down because that caused friction too. "Kinda like doing it from behind is. That whole animalistic, primal thing. Except mirrors are pretty modern and sophisticated, and still add a lot to it. Getting to watch you fucking me."

Okay so she was babbling a bit, too, but it was still more coherent than his.

Bod's fingers dug into her back and his head pressed hard into the pillow. They were only words but they were winding him up incredibly quickly and incredibly tightly. His skin tingled and warmed and his breathing quickened.

"K-Kate," he moaned, unsure of what he wanted to say right there. The only thing in his mind was her name and all those vivid mental images of times before, times he treasured. "God."

"Goddess," Kate teased him quietly, like she had before. Her own breathing had gotten uneven without her even noticing, so wrapped up in driving him crazy. "Yes? What?"

Oh like she really expected him to answer with any sensible words.

Bod was wondering if she really expected him to vocalize all the thoughts in his head. He could barely get coherent words out and was resorting to babbling more often than that.

"I want -- I want -- " His words kept breaking up and failing but his hands were sure and smooth on her back and he was still hard so maybe that would tell her what he wanted.

She was pretty sure she knew, actually. But what if she wanted words, hmm? "Yes? What do you want?"

She wasn't intending to torture him much more, honest.

"I want to have sex with you," Bod said, being more bold about it than usual but still not one to use the words she did. It was true though, he wanted that and he wanted it with her and if she kept torturing him, he'd end up making a mess against her stomach and his hips.

And Kate was intending to ensure that didn't happen. She raised her eyebrows and smirked at that statement, impressed with the straightforwardness, and the fact that it was a complete sentence.

She was already reaching for a condom from her bedside table (actually on it, not in it, thankfully, from last night), before she replied. "So that's what you shall have."

"I hope that's what you want as well," Bod said, finally finding enough focus to not babble stupidly at her. He figured it would be one of the last times that he was able to do that for awhile.

He watched her snag the condom and watched that condom in her hands. It was something else to focus on, to center himself with so this wouldn't end quite so quickly since she'd done very well at winding him up.

"I just spent a good long while getting you as hard as a rock," Kate pointed out as she pushed herself into a more upright position and scooted backwards. "I think it's pretty clear what I want."

"As long as you're sure," he said, almost teasing. He was able to relax just for a few seconds while he prepared himself for what she was about to do and what was soon going to come.

"It's good to be sure," he breathed, glancing up at her and smiling smugly. "As you can see, I'm very sure."

That was...almost a joke. Almost.

It was enough of one for Kate to snicker a bit. "Someone's sounding awfully confident," she teased. Of course, that was right as she was getting a hand around him to roll the condom on, and could feel in her hand what she was about to feel inside her and yeah, she was... pretty damn affected too.

The rest came out sounding a bit distracted. "Not that you have any reason not to be."

"You've called me big before," Bod reminded her, cheeks flushing even as he said it. Maybe being a little out of control was loosening his tongue a bit. It wasn't helping that she had her hand around him and he knew what was coming and it all just felt so, so good.

"I thought I had a reason to be confident," he mumbled, squirming and shifting underneath her.

"You do," Kate breathed. "You have every single reason I can think of to be confident." Condom rolled on, she moved again, just a bit to position herself over him, hand still around his cock, ready to guide him in. She gave him a look, a smirk, one last bit of teasing. "You're big and you're mine."

Breathing heavily, Bod did manage a wobbly smile up at her, brought on by the touching and the anticipation. "I'm yours."

He was. There was no doubt about that.

"Take me. I'm yours. Hard. Deep. Please."

"Please." There was some distracted sort of amusement at that word, but it wasn't there very long. Not after she ended te anticipation with a little push and then a slick, smooth slide until he was buried in her all the way, and she had to stop and gasp and let the first wave of pleasure wash over her.

"Y-you feel amazing."

"You do too," he mumbled, pushing his hips up into hers automatically. It pushed him just that slightest bit deeper and he sighed and slowly relaxed, knowing full well that the first wave of pleasure, while intense, was just the beginning.

"You're beautiful," he added when he found his voice again.

"So are you." To her, right now, he had a certain glow about him. It was all her endorphins, probably, but that didn't make it any less true. He was beautiful to her.

With another gasp, she started moving her hips, slowly at first but not wasting too much time in picking up the pace. She was far too keyed up for that.

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