You can't sleep, you can't eat.
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight,
you cant breathe.
Another kiss is all you need.
Whoa, you like to think you're immune to the stuff,
Oh yeah.
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough.
You know you're gonna have to face it.
You're addicted to love.
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(NOTE: Joe is
joebartlett and is used with love, if not permission, of his mun. :P)
“Hang on, hang on! Damn it, this better be…Hank?...”
She was going to tell him first, go in and explain things before she did anything, but the memory of Harper against the wall, bucking against her was still too fresh in her mind and in her blood. It felt like losing a kill, coming once and being so close to coming again that she could die…
“Hank…Hank…Hank, wait…a second…”
She’d shoved him back into the apartment and kicked the door shut, leaving him with just barely enough air to protest between kisses. Pulling him hard against her, she could already feel his body responding, and wanted to cry with the relief of having her own body respond the way it always did. Different from Harper, but just as intense and desperate. Not safe Joe, good old loving Joe, but Joe with the broad shoulders and washboard abs, Joe who could be gentle as a lamb and still leave bruises in all the right places…
“Joe, please…” she keened, backing him up against the nearest wall. “Make love to me…fuck me, please.”
“Hank…I…Hank.”
He stopped her, forced her hands away from his body and made her step back. She couldn’t stop the wail that left her when he did. She was standing there, raw and confused and wet for him, so painfully aroused she could scream.
“Just stop for a second, okay? Tell me what’s wrong…tell me what you need.”
The large hands that framed her face thrilled and comforted. Shutting her eyes, she did actually feel a little calmer as she moved back into him and kissed him…hard, hungry, eager, but steadier this time. She didn’t answer, just let her hand smooth over his bare shoulders and chest, let one slip beneath the waistband of his shorts to curl her fingers around him and stroke.
She watched hungrily as he reacted, voice abruptly cut off with a shocked gasp as his head fell back against the wall. The line of his strong throat was begging for her mouth, so she gave in and ran her tongue over all the lines and curves she adored. The strangled, animal noises he made as she kissed his bare skin and teased at his cock didn’t quite wipe out the sounds Harper had made when she came, but rather joined the chorus to form a song in Hank’s head that made her go still as she fought the urge to throw him down…literally…and ride him until she dropped dead.
“I want you.” She finally croaked, her hand stilling as she drew back to meet his eyes. “I need you, Joe. Please…please…”
He finally took mercy on her and stooped to wrap his arms around her waist and haul her off her feet, spinning so he had her pinned against the wall instead. She allowed it, legs going immediately around his waist, hips rocking wantonly as she threw her head back to let him kiss her throat, arched into his hands when one found its way under her shirt to cradle her breast.
She let him carry her to bed and fell with her, stripping off her clothes as quickly as he could manage before she took charge and struggled out of her own bra. She let him have her jeans, though, only after she’d gotten his shorts off. He took his time, inching them off her hips before he hooked his fingers in her panties and did the same.
“Joe Bartlett, stop being such a fucking tease and fuck me already, you prick.” She snarled.
He just smiled at her, moving up to settle his weight solidly over her body.
“You woke me up in the middle of the night…sorry, babe, but you’re not calling the shots.”
“You fucking motherfucker, I’m gonna-ah!! Oh…oh God…ohhhhhhhh, yeah…”
He filled her with one thrust, didn’t need much more help as ready as she was for him. She tried to meet his gaze, to glare at that smug, lusty smile until it vanished, but couldn’t when he was moving inside of her and the heat was building again. She’d gotten off once tonight already and made out with a girl and now her boyfriend was fucking her stupid oh shit oh shit oh *shit…*
“Joe…Joe…”
“I’m here, I got you.”
He rolled, settled her over him and let his hands slide up her body to cup her breasts, to watch her as she rocked against him. Her lungs were full of the familiar male scent of his skin, the smell of sweat and sex that teased her as surely as those perfect hands teased her breasts, her belly, her clit…
She came hard and sudden, head thrown back as she forced herself to go further, to tighten around him harder and yank him down into mindless, animal pleasure right with her. His hands found her hips and gripped hard enough to hurt as he finally fell off the edge and joined her, the sounds of both their cries creating a cocoon of sound…
…that was promptly broken by the sound of a neighbor pounding on the wall next door.
Dissolving into giggles as she collapsed atop him, Hank hid her face against Joe’s shoulder as embarrassment threatened her all over again.
“Sorry…Mrs. Porter values her beauty sleep.” Joe murmured against the top of her head as he gathered her close.
Hank let her laughter settle and snuggled closer to Joe for a moment. This was better than sex…though the sex was pretty amazing, better than usual. She liked Harper, but she didn’t have this. The ease, the affection…the little tiny hole she never knew was in her heart until Joe came along to fill it.
She was still confused about the things her own body was suddenly after…but her heart was still absolutely sure of where it belonged.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to tell Joe what she’d done with Harper...without hurting him.
Muse: Hank Callahan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
Words: 997