Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2011-06-12 10:00 pm
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Overland Park, KS, An Afternoon in May [Sunday Fandom Time]
Some might have said that it was stupid to be hauling boxes and boxes of your stuff from your parents' house to your new room in your aunt's house when you were about to leave for where you actually still lived, which was a dorm room across the country, give or take a few dimensions and island oddities.
Kate just thought it was therapeutic. It was human, and it was nice to be making a new space her own. Plus, she'd had her boyfriend around to help her carry the boxes and unpack some of the things. And Charmaine was off somewhere with Tara, which meant she and her belly weren't fussing around about where Kate put her crap. Kate needed something like that, something nice like that to end the few good days she'd had at home since Bod had decided to join her.
It was good, and she looked happy as she flopped down on the bed in her new room, sufficiently pleased with how the room looked with a few personal touches, even if the majority of her things remained next door. "This is great."
[ooc: NFB and for that guy. ETA: Headin' NWS.]
Kate just thought it was therapeutic. It was human, and it was nice to be making a new space her own. Plus, she'd had her boyfriend around to help her carry the boxes and unpack some of the things. And Charmaine was off somewhere with Tara, which meant she and her belly weren't fussing around about where Kate put her crap. Kate needed something like that, something nice like that to end the few good days she'd had at home since Bod had decided to join her.
It was good, and she looked happy as she flopped down on the bed in her new room, sufficiently pleased with how the room looked with a few personal touches, even if the majority of her things remained next door. "This is great."
[ooc: NFB and for that guy. ETA: Headin' NWS.]

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Even if his arms didn't want to support that weight anymore, his hips hadn't stopped. It was another angle change and it shortened his strokes to sharp and quick. In other situations, they might have gone shallow too but he was taking care to thrust in deep and pull out before thrusting in and reaching deeper.
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Which was a lot. Too much, in a very good way. She clawed at his back without realizing she was even doing it, though in some way it was reciprocation for all the hard thrusting he'd been doing. It had taken her to this point that she'd been yearning for and yet tried to fight.
The intensity of the orgasm took her by surprise, though she knew it shouldn't have, not with how thorough and into it they'd been through all of this. She had no choice but to cling to him as she throbbed around his cock and got overwhelmed by the pleasure.
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Bod managed a few more thrusts before driving himself all the way back in and coming with another drawn out moan. It was then that he felt the sting of her nails on his back, felt the sweat beading on his forehead as his orgasm kept going for a few more moments. It started to abate eventually, leaving him a sweaty, panting mess on top of her. He didn't have the strength to pull out just yet so they were still joined there.
His face was still resting in the crook of her neck and he was a heavy weight against her. That...had been amazing and needed and draining.
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Her arms had relaxed around him and her nails had stopped leaving red marks on his skin, but she was still keeping her limbs wrapped around him, still too exhausted to move. He could stay there for a little while longer.
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"Are you all right?" he asked, sounding hoarse.
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"That was amazing," he added, smiling. "Wow, am I glad no one was home. Wow."
He didn't need her mother or her aunt hearing him do...what he'd just done to their daughter and niece respectively.
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He hadn't left marks that he could see but he didn't have fingernails like she did.
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He didn't know what you used as an excuse for soreness from sex.
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And she was starting to feel less and less like she was kidding about that.
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"Yeah," she said, finally. "I mean, unless you don't want it to? Not that I even know what the fuck it entails that this'd be our room."
She just... really, really liked the sound of the idea.
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He had no idea and he figured it'd have to be a secret kept from her family but he wanted to keep saying things like 'our room'.
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And she was lacking in words.
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And he laughed again.
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Hotel rooms didn't count.
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