…And she does, as he slowly slides into her and pins her up against the wall with a kiss that he hopes is at least vaguely ferocious. Or a little bit brooding. Or maybe even a tiny bit miffed if he’s going to keep within the bounds of reality here-
But then she’s biting down on his collarbone, and savagely tightening her leg around him, and he really can’t think of anything else.
They move a little faster than last time, a little less involved but still just as wonderful. He rocks up into her with one hand braced on the wall and one lightly gripping her hip, she arches down onto him with one heel digging into his back and the other scraping the ground with every thrust.
He swears against her mouth, sloppily meeting her lips with every move that they make.
She pants an even more inventive word right back, her nails scratching the back of his neck as she attempts to arch her hips even higher.
And he gasps, as she sinks hr teeth into his lower lip.
And she grunts, as his fingers tighten harshly on her hip…
And he comes a few moments before her, again, but continues lightly thrusting until she follows him. For he’s still vaguely nice – even if the universe believes in punching him in the face for that at every given opportunity.
It’s quite sad, really.
…He honestly has no clue what to do with the condom.
But still draws out anyway when she shoves gently at his shoulders, slowly slides back and removes the thing anyway. Tying it into an almost neat knot under her terribly amused eyes.
“Just throw it in the bin.”
“I’ll throw it in the first one I find.”
“There’s one over there.”
“The first appropriate one I find.”
“Appropriateness is a myth created by the scumbags in power to keep us under their gigantically repressive heel,” she smirks at his despairing expression for a moment, because she’ll always smirk at his despairing expression before doing it again, leans in for a rather inappropriate kiss before quickly pulling away-
He still manages to catch her wrist in a light grip before she goes, “underwear.”
“Aw…”
“Underwear,” he repeats, feeling almost pleased (and rather surprised) at the sudden authority that’s just burst into his voice.
…Authority enough for her to poutingly draw her underwear out from her pocket, at any rate, and slide them back on with a roll of her eyes and a smooth of her skirt that is somehow one of the most vicious acts of protest that he’s ever seen.
“…Thank you?”
“Don’t mention it,” she smiles, already starting to mysteriously grin once again…
But, before he can comment upon that, she’s already turning upon her heel. Already marching away fully clothed as he tucks himself in and draws in a happy sigh and blesses anybody listening for letting no further inappropriate things happen to him on a Monday morning in an extremely public shop-
And then he hears the shop doors click open.
“I just had sex, you’ll never do that!”
…And knows that he should never thank anybody, and should instead just skip the middle-man and start banging his head against the nearest flat surface that he can find.
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UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-24 01:48 am (UTC)But then she’s biting down on his collarbone, and savagely tightening her leg around him, and he really can’t think of anything else.
They move a little faster than last time, a little less involved but still just as wonderful. He rocks up into her with one hand braced on the wall and one lightly gripping her hip, she arches down onto him with one heel digging into his back and the other scraping the ground with every thrust.
He swears against her mouth, sloppily meeting her lips with every move that they make.
She pants an even more inventive word right back, her nails scratching the back of his neck as she attempts to arch her hips even higher.
And he gasps, as she sinks hr teeth into his lower lip.
And she grunts, as his fingers tighten harshly on her hip…
And he comes a few moments before her, again, but continues lightly thrusting until she follows him. For he’s still vaguely nice – even if the universe believes in punching him in the face for that at every given opportunity.
It’s quite sad, really.
…He honestly has no clue what to do with the condom.
But still draws out anyway when she shoves gently at his shoulders, slowly slides back and removes the thing anyway. Tying it into an almost neat knot under her terribly amused eyes.
“Just throw it in the bin.”
“I’ll throw it in the first one I find.”
“There’s one over there.”
“The first appropriate one I find.”
“Appropriateness is a myth created by the scumbags in power to keep us under their gigantically repressive heel,” she smirks at his despairing expression for a moment, because she’ll always smirk at his despairing expression before doing it again, leans in for a rather inappropriate kiss before quickly pulling away-
He still manages to catch her wrist in a light grip before she goes, “underwear.”
“Aw…”
“Underwear,” he repeats, feeling almost pleased (and rather surprised) at the sudden authority that’s just burst into his voice.
…Authority enough for her to poutingly draw her underwear out from her pocket, at any rate, and slide them back on with a roll of her eyes and a smooth of her skirt that is somehow one of the most vicious acts of protest that he’s ever seen.
“…Thank you?”
“Don’t mention it,” she smiles, already starting to mysteriously grin once again…
But, before he can comment upon that, she’s already turning upon her heel. Already marching away fully clothed as he tucks himself in and draws in a happy sigh and blesses anybody listening for letting no further inappropriate things happen to him on a Monday morning in an extremely public shop-
And then he hears the shop doors click open.
“I just had sex, you’ll never do that!”
…And knows that he should never thank anybody, and should instead just skip the middle-man and start banging his head against the nearest flat surface that he can find.