It took so much concentration just to open her eyes and look at him. Claire smiled hesitantly, desperately shy and darkly needing...even though she wasn't entirely sure what the need actually was
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"Yeah, I'm sure," she agreed quietly. Part of her head was screaming that she shouldn't, that it was a bad idea, but he'd proven more than once that he could stop if she started to get...weird.
He actually stopped easier than she did, most times. Of course, she never really put a lot of thought into that.
She held his hand, not talking, head bowed to watch their feet as they walked the short distance. The pleats of her skirt flared out and fell back against her thighs and that alone was enough to make the skin on her legs tingle and itch for a different kind of touch.
Hunter led her into the room and pulled her toward the bed, pausing to shove a pile of clothes onto the floor before sitting on the edge and tugging her--well, basically into his lap. Worked for him. His hand slid into her hair as he kissed her, slow and deep.
Claire draped her arms around his shoulders and tipped her head, kissing him far more intimately than she had in the rec room. Tiny mewling sighs escpaed through her nose as she squirmed in his lap to get more comfortable.
Hunter wrapped an arm around her waist and laid back, pulling her down on top of him as the kiss continued. Oh Jesus, this felt too fuckin' good, just like this.
He slid a hand beneath her shirt, sliding it up her side.
She twisted a bit and straddled his hips so she could stretch out on him. She tried to breathe slowly, long and calm through her nose, but it didn't work that way. Claire pulled back to catch a breath (and to let him push his hand higher against her skin), but returned to the kiss almost immediately.
Hunter took advantage of the extra space to move his hand up to Claire's tit, cupping it and kinda kneading gently as he kissed her back, his hips pressing up against her as he groaned into her mouth. They'd gone this far before, but never quite this fast. That totally wasn't a complaint, though.
Her back arched, pressing into his hand more. The soft sighs turned into a deeper groan in her throat that almost sounded like whining in her ears. She wasn't sure if it was the way his fingers moved or if it was the feeling of him between her legs, the denim rough on her bare thighs and the stiff line behind his fly causing her to shift this way and that to find a place that didn't press quite so hard.
Hunter inhaled sharply as she squirmed against him, his breathing moving almost into a soft pant. "Claire..." His hands moved to tug at her shirt, pulling it up, trying to take it off. Christ, he wanted to feel her warm skin against his like no other, right at that second.
Blood pounded in her ears and her breathing was almost as fast as his. "Hunner," she slurred between kisses, barely able to make her tongue work right. As he tugged at her shirt, she was pushing his up, too. All she could think about was feeling him close, feeling him right against her.
He pulled the shirt over her head, lifting his upper body so she could do the same, and then wrapped his arms tightly around her, one of his legs curling around hers as he groaned eagerly and kissed her again, harder. This was still okay. There was like, zero risk of transmission. They could keep going a little further, even, before--
Yeah, he wasn't going to ruin the mood thinking about that shit. His girlfriend was hot, half-naked, and on top of him.
Once his shirt was out of the way, she ran soft hands with tentatively exploring fingers over his shoulders and down his chest. He was strong and smooth and just perfect.
Her lips moved away from his and she kissed along his neck. For a fleeting second she thought how awkward it would be of Roger came in to find her in just her bra and a skirt that she could feel barely covered her bottom like this. Find her and Hunter in his bed.
Only a second, though, because she shifted her knee and it made her rock forward against him and all the air rushed out of her.
"Hunter, I..." she whimpered, not even sure what she wanted to ask him to do.
He whimpered right along with her, his hips jerking up reflexively. Holy shit, she was driving him nuts, and he loved it. He knew exactly what he wanted to do next. "God, Claire...you're so hot," he mumbled, reaching around to fumble at the back of her bra as he kissed her again.
With the hook undone, she pushed herself up, straddling him, sitting on him. Her bra fell away and she was suddenly shy...he hadn't actually seen her without a shirt. What if it was bad? What if he didn't like how she looked?
She crossed her arm across her chest, barely covering anything, but it made her feel better. "Hunter, I..." she started, looking down at his body so her hair cascaded forward and curtained her face. "I don't know what to do next," she admitted in a small voice.
Okay, so 'let me see your tits' was the wrong response. Hunter knew that, and so he bit it back when it threatened to come out anyway. "Do you wanna stop?" he asked softly, his eyes echoing the chant running through his brain: Please no, fuck no, just say no, please no...
A teensy smile curved her lips and she shook her head as she looked at him from beneath her lashes. "No...I just...do you want me to touch it?" she offered as she let her arm fall away slowly.
...Oh shit. Oh shit yeah. Hunter was nodding, faintly at first, then more enthusiastically. Fuck yes, he wanted her to touch it. Nothing else mattered in the world suddenly.
Except one thing mattered. He sighed and closed his eyes, silently praying to anyone that would listen that this wouldn't totally kill the mood. "Except...I kinda gotta tell you something, first." Fuck, why hadn't this gotten any easier since the last time?
He actually stopped easier than she did, most times. Of course, she never really put a lot of thought into that.
She held his hand, not talking, head bowed to watch their feet as they walked the short distance. The pleats of her skirt flared out and fell back against her thighs and that alone was enough to make the skin on her legs tingle and itch for a different kind of touch.
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He slid a hand beneath her shirt, sliding it up her side.
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Yeah, he wasn't going to ruin the mood thinking about that shit. His girlfriend was hot, half-naked, and on top of him.
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Her lips moved away from his and she kissed along his neck. For a fleeting second she thought how awkward it would be of Roger came in to find her in just her bra and a skirt that she could feel barely covered her bottom like this. Find her and Hunter in his bed.
Only a second, though, because she shifted her knee and it made her rock forward against him and all the air rushed out of her.
"Hunter, I..." she whimpered, not even sure what she wanted to ask him to do.
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She crossed her arm across her chest, barely covering anything, but it made her feel better. "Hunter, I..." she started, looking down at his body so her hair cascaded forward and curtained her face. "I don't know what to do next," she admitted in a small voice.
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Except one thing mattered. He sighed and closed his eyes, silently praying to anyone that would listen that this wouldn't totally kill the mood. "Except...I kinda gotta tell you something, first." Fuck, why hadn't this gotten any easier since the last time?
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