Someone wrote in [personal profile] hhanon 2011-11-10 11:55 pm (UTC)

UNPROMPTED: Tuesday Mounting, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/2]

And, well, he might as well move on from the quite justified staring into bigger and better areas. Might as well turn them instead, ignoring her yelp (because she isn’t properly protesting and she may deserve it), until she’s lying on her back and he’s almost slipped out from between her thighs.

Tim…” She gasps, when she finally gets her breath back from the toss.

And he won’t tell her to shut up, because that wouldn’t work, and he also won’t try and glare her into submission, because that also has about as much chance of working as his boss becoming sane within the next few days – but he will slam into her with a rather speedy thrust, and feel her clench around him and her nails at his shoulders with some pleasure.

“Tim-“ she groans beneath him, arching up so that her legs can wrap around his hips.

Right.

He thrusts as speedily and thoroughly as he can, makes her come twice before he comes himself and then makes her come a third time (trembling and actually whimpering his name) with a rather proud flick of his tongue. Allows her to slump happily afterwards, boneless and panting and with a big smile on her face, only because Philip should be bringing Marcus back within the next half hour and he wants them at least vaguely recovered.

…Which she isn’t, not really, by the time that Marcus gets back.

And isn’t, not really, by the time that they’re eating dinner.

And isn’t, not really, even by the time that they’re watching TV afterwards with her languidly nuzzled into his shoulder and Marcus casting them wide-eyed looks every so often.

…It’s a bit weird.

But he can deal with it, in the end, as she finally rouses just before bed and drags him into the shower for a rather wet session. And can deal with it, in the end, as she enthusiastically insists on him making her come again before they sleep and another two times the morning after that (“It’ll annoy the people at work,” she purrs happily, hair fluffed around her head and long limbs sprawled across every inch of space that she can find.)

…And almost appreciate the surprise, which is an odd thing that he was never expecting in a million years. A billion years. A trillion years – even after she jumps on him after work the next day and commits herself to making him come exactly the same amount of times.

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