vanillajello | Room 324, Sunday Morning

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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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"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.

It kind of amazed Bod that even though they'd done this just a few hours ago, that it could still feel this new and this intense and this amazing.

Bod reached up and braced one hand on her hip, not guiding her but holding onto her. She seemed to have things (and him) well in hand and she didn't need any guidance. She was moving and bouncing and he was just going to touch her and moan and arch his back while he held on.

That worked out just fine for her. His hand felt warm though her skin was warm too, and it was just another pleasurable little detail for her to feel.

Her hips kept moving, pulling away only to press down again, and occasionally that made her eyes close and her head tip back with a moan, and she wondered whether this would last long at all.

There weren't words coming out of Bod's mouth but there were sounds. Every so often her name slipped out. Bod bent a knee behind her, trying to tip her forward enough to change the angle, making it different and amazing for them both.

His eyes were open so he could see her long neck stretching and her chest heaving with each breath and the muscles working in arms and stomach and shoulders and that just made him moan.

Kate leaned forward willingly, bracing herself with both hands against his chest. The change in angle made her moan and mumble his name and something affectionate.

She managed to pry her eyes open again, to watch his face as she moved on him. And that movement wasn't stopping, either. He'd asked for deep and hard, and she was trying to provide just that.

She was providing that and Bod could feel that coiling tension start to unleash in his stomach. He couldn't even get the words out to warn her that he was about to lose it, that he was about to come.

The fingers on her hip dug in tight and he panted, gasping for breath and arching off the bed. His eyes finally closed tight and he moaned and mumbled.

Kate wasn't quite there yet, but she knew him well and she knew he was, and wasn't about to do anything to slow him down.

If anything, she tried to urge him on even harder. She seemed really pretty determined to make him choke on air sooner rather than later, and she wanted to watch it happen.

The choking on air was definitely going to happen. Bod felt himself start coming with a yell. He arched up off the bed, hips pushing into hers and cock pushing deeper with it. He was sure he was making marks with his fingers on her hip but he didn't care.

All he could do was writhe and squirm, gulping down air and seeing stars in front of his eyes. He didn't know where she was but he hoped she was close enough to use what little he had left to her advantage. Bod had just come hard and he couldn't do much more.

Oh, Kate used his squirming to her advantage and kept moving her hips even as he came inside her. She used the mere sight of him, too, thinking how he looked blissed out because of her and how amazing that was. It made everything better.

It still felt like an achingly long time between his release and hers though in reality it was probably around five seconds or something to that effect before she was unraveling too, muscles clenching hard around his cock, and everything turning into white noise for a moment.

And if that also meant her nails suddenly digging into the skin on his chest, well, it was uplanned reciprocation for the marks on her hip.

"Oh god," Bod mumbled, lying slack and boneless on her bed now. He'd felt her start to come while he was still inside him and even if he'd been drained, it still affected him to the point of nearly feeling like he was coming again.

He was breathing hard and still holding onto her hip. The marks on his chest stung a bit but they were a good sort of pain and he smiled tiredly up at her, enjoying the feel of complete satiation.

Kate slumped against his chest, slack and breathless and actually kind of sweaty. Hard work, that had been, clearly. She'd move off him at some point in the near future because they couldn't stay interlocked forever, but for right now...

"Oh god," she agreed.

"We're incredibly hot in a bed," Bod declared, reaching a shaky hand up to rub her back and keep her close. "I have no doubts whatsoever about that right now."

None.

"Yeah, me neither," Kate replied, mumbling the words against his skin and her own hair. "We're just... hot."

Very insightful.

"We are," he said, sighing and stretching out. "We're hot and completely lazy right now. I am, at least. I don't intend to move."

Room 324, Sunday Morning

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