09-11-2023, 11:43 PM
Jay pulled her in close, and any tiny chance of untangling long enough to answer the door was long forgotten. Hands ran the length of her spine, twisting into her hair with a voracity that both surprised her and engulfed her in electric desire. The heat and spark between them had never been dim, but it had often been denied. Only it had never occurred to her that any part of him was ever waiting for permission.
The pull at her dress was met with feverish reciprocity. Natalie was aware he was injured; bruises splashed the torso revealed when she tugged free his shirt, yet there was nothing gentle in her ardency. Connection wrought in a glance only fueled the mad rush of her pulse. Frustration and anger broke the dam alongside passion; at him and herself, both. Drunken confessions had once spilled the foolish truth in her heart, and in the ashes of the aftermath she’d told herself it’d been too much to admit to. Now it felt like drowning and living. Kisses so wild they had to breathe together to survive them.
She didn’t know the apartment as well as she should. Truth was she spent as little time here as she could, so when she accidentally stumbled them backwards into a wall, she didn’t pause to reorientate, just guided his hands to lift her hips until they were both gasping. Her arms threaded behind his neck as she unravelled against him. Careful strictures of control eroded to nothing, heart and soul. There was none other with whom she’d take the reckless leap.
Some time later they ended in a tangled heap on the floor, admittedly not far beyond the entryway. Her face pressed into the damp curve of his neck while she caught her breath. “That wasn’t what I intended,” she said eventually. Though when she shifted against him a moment later, lips a breathy secret at his ear, it was with a sly smirk that she clarified, “I at least intended to feed you before I ravished you.”
Her hand propped her head afterwards, hair a dishevelled river of pale gold about her shoulders. She was in no great hurry to relinquish this undignified kingdom of half shed clothes and heat and skin. Her fingers traced the patterns on his chest, a lighter touch this time. He implied it was just part of the job, but a Dominion was precious, and they both knew about Jensen; the Custody would not have discharged him from duty like this. If Jay was injured it was because he plied his pain in physical punishment, and she did not like to see the evidence even if she understood the need.
But those weren’t entirely the thoughts she was indulging now. He left a fluttery feeling in her chest that wasn’t just afterglow; something softer than she was used to indulging the next time she met his eyes. If it made her wary she didn’t deny it either.
“Pretty sure I don’t have a robe to fit you,” she said, amusement suppressing the twitch of a smile. Though the languorous shift of her attention then suggested she was considering that he might not need it yet. She certainly didn’t move away. “I should probably shower. And maybe you could go rescue the food.”
The pull at her dress was met with feverish reciprocity. Natalie was aware he was injured; bruises splashed the torso revealed when she tugged free his shirt, yet there was nothing gentle in her ardency. Connection wrought in a glance only fueled the mad rush of her pulse. Frustration and anger broke the dam alongside passion; at him and herself, both. Drunken confessions had once spilled the foolish truth in her heart, and in the ashes of the aftermath she’d told herself it’d been too much to admit to. Now it felt like drowning and living. Kisses so wild they had to breathe together to survive them.
She didn’t know the apartment as well as she should. Truth was she spent as little time here as she could, so when she accidentally stumbled them backwards into a wall, she didn’t pause to reorientate, just guided his hands to lift her hips until they were both gasping. Her arms threaded behind his neck as she unravelled against him. Careful strictures of control eroded to nothing, heart and soul. There was none other with whom she’d take the reckless leap.
Some time later they ended in a tangled heap on the floor, admittedly not far beyond the entryway. Her face pressed into the damp curve of his neck while she caught her breath. “That wasn’t what I intended,” she said eventually. Though when she shifted against him a moment later, lips a breathy secret at his ear, it was with a sly smirk that she clarified, “I at least intended to feed you before I ravished you.”
Her hand propped her head afterwards, hair a dishevelled river of pale gold about her shoulders. She was in no great hurry to relinquish this undignified kingdom of half shed clothes and heat and skin. Her fingers traced the patterns on his chest, a lighter touch this time. He implied it was just part of the job, but a Dominion was precious, and they both knew about Jensen; the Custody would not have discharged him from duty like this. If Jay was injured it was because he plied his pain in physical punishment, and she did not like to see the evidence even if she understood the need.
But those weren’t entirely the thoughts she was indulging now. He left a fluttery feeling in her chest that wasn’t just afterglow; something softer than she was used to indulging the next time she met his eyes. If it made her wary she didn’t deny it either.
“Pretty sure I don’t have a robe to fit you,” she said, amusement suppressing the twitch of a smile. Though the languorous shift of her attention then suggested she was considering that he might not need it yet. She certainly didn’t move away. “I should probably shower. And maybe you could go rescue the food.”