She could kill him. She could seriously kill him. If she could find her bra, she would strangle him with it. Though, she could blame herself, she did keep pushing him... And it wasn't like the journey was particularly boring.
The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try.
She finished with the pants, little too late, but it hardly stopped her hand from slipping in there, massaging and clawing like his neck earlier. The other hand stayed on his back, continuously moving to new places to dig in her nails... Since she was ticked, she may have been looking for more sensitive areas, the spine, his ribs.
Her hips never stopped moving, now she just went faster and harder against him, labored breath coming from her lips, and leg wrapping a little tighter. He had to come back and if he didn't, she'd do it for him. After all that, she needed it.
The rough attention she was giving him helped bring him around. Not yet. He wasn't done yet.
He rocked against her, each time getting a little harder and a little faster. He groaned as the hand she'd slipped into his pants worked its magic. His breathing increased as the hormones kicked back into overdrive.
He balanced himself with one hand, reaching beneath her skirt to grab at that sensitive point between her legs. He pressed his fingers hard against it, starting to squeeze and release it by turns.
He nipped at her breast, teeth teasing the nipple.
Good God, where did he come up with that idea? This was new and wildly unexpected.
Her other leg moved around him, too, tightening around him like the rest of her muscles. The hand on his back stopped moving, but the nails dug in, feeling a liquid warmth beneath her nails. It quickly moved up to the back of his neck, doing the same and begging for more.
His rough hand caused her hips to arch and beat against his, her breathing becoming pants and whimpers. She needed him. Right now. If he didn't know that yet, she was about to let him know.
The pulsating of those fingers increased as he continued giving her everything he could. He was going to be completely worn out by the end of this, but he wasn't about to let her get away with driving him nuts until he'd reciprocated.
He kept up with her hips, growling as he nibbled at her breast before working his way via small nips to her other one. His teeth tugged at this nipple as well. His free hand was all that was keeping him from simply collapsing atop her as he continued to rock with her, throwing everything he had into each thrust.
Her whole body shuddered against him, as she let out a deep gasp. Her hand on his neck dug deeper, probably purposely trying to hurt him now. The hand she had between them moved harder and faster, clawing and scratching against him.
Her back arched on it's own accord when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with that hand. Her panting was becoming labored against him, moving her shoulders as his mouth worked across her. She gasped again, the intake of air shuddering in her throat. "Six."
She wouldn't hold on much longer until she officially lost her mind and stopped trying to hurt him and actually do something about this.
At her reaction to his hand's attentions, he pulsed his fingers against that spot again and again. He squeezed her hips with his thighs as he continued rocking against her.
She wasn't far now if his instincts were reading her reactions correctly. He gave an extra-hard bite to her breast before sucking on the wound. There came a rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat of pure pleasure.
He slacked off for a moment, starting to pull away before suddenly ramming his fingers into that spot as his entire body thrust against her.
Her head fell back at that new surprise, a gasp escaping her throat, before she bit her bottom lip to try to stop the sounds she knew were coming. It wasn't exactly what she was wanting, but it was enough to make her body tense beneath him and that logical side of her brain to disappear.
The hand against his neck dug harder until it curled into a fist, when her hips stopped rocking and started thrusting against him. The other hand continued it's task, moving faster against him, though her nails continued to dig on their own.
Every muscle was pulled tense within her, breathing becoming sharp and labored. The hand against his neck pushed him against her, needing and begging for more, more. After another shudder through her body, she stopped biting her lip, letting out another gasp.
When she gasped, he attacked her mouth, his teeth slamming into hers and practically forcing his tongue down her throat.
He wanted to do more. The way she was grinding against him made him want to show her everything he was capable of. She'd feel so good, too. He wondered if she was soft on the inside, too. Wanted to explore it and find out.
But every time he started thinking that, an annoying echo of "No no no!" came to the forefront of his hormone-addled mind. So to make it shut up, he kept dismissing the idea.
He teased at that spot, using his fingers to lightly brush against it and then wiggle around as if he were going to use his fingers to invade it. Then he'd slam them into that spot as hard as possible. All while he slammed his body against hers in a fever-pitch rhythm.
Air. Air was only a minor thing right now. Her nose flared, as she hungrily wrapped her tongue with his, biting down whenever the chance presented itself. Deep moans continued to escape her chest, slowly becoming immersed with pleasure.
Her hands moved in a rough frenzy, the one on his neck moving quickly, creating little scars on his back, neck, and shoulder blades. Her other hand simply clawed for him, too far gone to notice anything she was doing. Her hips only pushed harder, moving faster. His hand was only causing more distress, as she endlessly begged for more from him.
She wasn't far at all, the endless chant of "deeper, faster" speeding through her mind. Each thrust and each touch and each push only forced another deeper and sharper gasp from her.
Instinct rather than any sort of rational observation let him know that Holiday was getting close.
He suddenly jerked his head back and went for her still-unmarred shoulder, clamping his teeth down as he surged forward with all the energy he had left. His fingers curled into that sensitive area, shoving their way partially inside. His body slammed against hers as his free hand struggled to keep him from crushing her completely.
That bite surprised her, as she screamed out, but somehow, she couldn't seem to calm it away. His rough fingers pushed in, his body slammed against her harder. Something told her that he was lost again and the thought just spurred her forward, breathing pitched, moving faster, lost in the feeling.
Her muscles locked, her nails drilled deeper, and she screamed louder. She bucked against him, body continuously shuddering, her release coming harder than what she had expected.
The scream died as she took in deep gulps air, still rocking her hips against his. Her breathing became pants and then moans, body spent, but still deeply lost in the pleasure.
Six managed to roll to one side as the arm holding him up all but collapsed. He laid on his side beside her, weakly pulling her towards him. He buried his nose in her hair, drinking in the scent of her, sweat, and sex. It was a marvelous combination. If he'd had the energy, it would've prompted him to straddle her again and begin the crazed ride all over again.
As he lie there beside her, he felt relaxed, mellow. Rex was probably getting into trouble, God only knew where Xavier was, and Six couldn't be bothered about any of it.
He ran his fingers over one of the bite marks he'd left on her. He barely remembered making them. He'd never been that wild and out-of-control before.
After a few efforts with her arm, she finally managed to roll over with him. She tiredly pressed against him, deep breaths her only utterances.
That hunger from earlier had quickly faded, but she still wanted that feeling and warmth back again. After a few more breaths, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in with each steady gulp.
She felt his hand on her shoulder, his calloused fingers sliding across her new bite marks. She quickly sucked in a breath of air at the touch of such a tender spot. Her arm, on reflex, gripped his back... feeling some marks. She allowed it to travel around slowly... Apparently, she had really done a number on him, too. She hardly even realized it at the time.
He barely twitched as she touched the marks she'd left on his back. They truly would make an interesting new set of marks in his collection of scars.
However, he tried to be careful as he touched the bites. That hasty breath told him all he needed to know about how badly they hurt. He'd hurt her. He wanted to feel disgust but there was that annoying hint of satisfaction that he'd left his mark on her that lingered.
"Don't be," she muttered against him, breathing deeply and contently against him.
She continued to carefully move her hand across his back, until it finally rested against his shoulder, holding him close. Okay, none of this turned out as expected, but it was still pretty fantastic. Her thumb rubbed circles on his shoulder, barely gliding across the scar, while her lips barely touched his skin, breathing him in.
His breath hitched at the soft lips ghosting over his skin. He felt his body try and fail to dig up the energy to give everything one last go. He mumbled, voice low and rumbling like a pleased panther, "Don't start something neither of us can finish."
He struggled to stay awake. He wanted to be the last one asleep to make sure that everything was safe. Though if it wasn't, there really wasn't anything he could do about the situation. He never did anything halfway, and he'd given well beyond his limits during the sex.
He held her as carefully as he could manage with a pair of dead weights for arms.
The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try.
She finished with the pants, little too late, but it hardly stopped her hand from slipping in there, massaging and clawing like his neck earlier. The other hand stayed on his back, continuously moving to new places to dig in her nails... Since she was ticked, she may have been looking for more sensitive areas, the spine, his ribs.
Her hips never stopped moving, now she just went faster and harder against him, labored breath coming from her lips, and leg wrapping a little tighter. He had to come back and if he didn't, she'd do it for him. After all that, she needed it.
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He rocked against her, each time getting a little harder and a little faster. He groaned as the hand she'd slipped into his pants worked its magic. His breathing increased as the hormones kicked back into overdrive.
He balanced himself with one hand, reaching beneath her skirt to grab at that sensitive point between her legs. He pressed his fingers hard against it, starting to squeeze and release it by turns.
He nipped at her breast, teeth teasing the nipple.
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Her other leg moved around him, too, tightening around him like the rest of her muscles. The hand on his back stopped moving, but the nails dug in, feeling a liquid warmth beneath her nails. It quickly moved up to the back of his neck, doing the same and begging for more.
His rough hand caused her hips to arch and beat against his, her breathing becoming pants and whimpers. She needed him. Right now. If he didn't know that yet, she was about to let him know.
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He kept up with her hips, growling as he nibbled at her breast before working his way via small nips to her other one. His teeth tugged at this nipple as well. His free hand was all that was keeping him from simply collapsing atop her as he continued to rock with her, throwing everything he had into each thrust.
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Her back arched on it's own accord when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with that hand. Her panting was becoming labored against him, moving her shoulders as his mouth worked across her. She gasped again, the intake of air shuddering in her throat. "Six."
She wouldn't hold on much longer until she officially lost her mind and stopped trying to hurt him and actually do something about this.
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She wasn't far now if his instincts were reading her reactions correctly. He gave an extra-hard bite to her breast before sucking on the wound. There came a rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat of pure pleasure.
He slacked off for a moment, starting to pull away before suddenly ramming his fingers into that spot as his entire body thrust against her.
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The hand against his neck dug harder until it curled into a fist, when her hips stopped rocking and started thrusting against him. The other hand continued it's task, moving faster against him, though her nails continued to dig on their own.
Every muscle was pulled tense within her, breathing becoming sharp and labored. The hand against his neck pushed him against her, needing and begging for more, more. After another shudder through her body, she stopped biting her lip, letting out another gasp.
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He wanted to do more. The way she was grinding against him made him want to show her everything he was capable of. She'd feel so good, too. He wondered if she was soft on the inside, too. Wanted to explore it and find out.
But every time he started thinking that, an annoying echo of "No no no!" came to the forefront of his hormone-addled mind. So to make it shut up, he kept dismissing the idea.
He teased at that spot, using his fingers to lightly brush against it and then wiggle around as if he were going to use his fingers to invade it. Then he'd slam them into that spot as hard as possible. All while he slammed his body against hers in a fever-pitch rhythm.
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Her hands moved in a rough frenzy, the one on his neck moving quickly, creating little scars on his back, neck, and shoulder blades. Her other hand simply clawed for him, too far gone to notice anything she was doing. Her hips only pushed harder, moving faster. His hand was only causing more distress, as she endlessly begged for more from him.
She wasn't far at all, the endless chant of "deeper, faster" speeding through her mind. Each thrust and each touch and each push only forced another deeper and sharper gasp from her.
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He suddenly jerked his head back and went for her still-unmarred shoulder, clamping his teeth down as he surged forward with all the energy he had left. His fingers curled into that sensitive area, shoving their way partially inside. His body slammed against hers as his free hand struggled to keep him from crushing her completely.
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Her muscles locked, her nails drilled deeper, and she screamed louder. She bucked against him, body continuously shuddering, her release coming harder than what she had expected.
The scream died as she took in deep gulps air, still rocking her hips against his. Her breathing became pants and then moans, body spent, but still deeply lost in the pleasure.
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As he lie there beside her, he felt relaxed, mellow. Rex was probably getting into trouble, God only knew where Xavier was, and Six couldn't be bothered about any of it.
He ran his fingers over one of the bite marks he'd left on her. He barely remembered making them. He'd never been that wild and out-of-control before.
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That hunger from earlier had quickly faded, but she still wanted that feeling and warmth back again. After a few more breaths, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in with each steady gulp.
She felt his hand on her shoulder, his calloused fingers sliding across her new bite marks. She quickly sucked in a breath of air at the touch of such a tender spot. Her arm, on reflex, gripped his back... feeling some marks. She allowed it to travel around slowly... Apparently, she had really done a number on him, too. She hardly even realized it at the time.
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However, he tried to be careful as he touched the bites. That hasty breath told him all he needed to know about how badly they hurt. He'd hurt her. He wanted to feel disgust but there was that annoying hint of satisfaction that he'd left his mark on her that lingered.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled drowsily.
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She continued to carefully move her hand across his back, until it finally rested against his shoulder, holding him close. Okay, none of this turned out as expected, but it was still pretty fantastic. Her thumb rubbed circles on his shoulder, barely gliding across the scar, while her lips barely touched his skin, breathing him in.
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He struggled to stay awake. He wanted to be the last one asleep to make sure that everything was safe. Though if it wasn't, there really wasn't anything he could do about the situation. He never did anything halfway, and he'd given well beyond his limits during the sex.
He held her as carefully as he could manage with a pair of dead weights for arms.
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