RP LOG with thinbluegee | Avon calling
Euan had been in the kitchen trying to make himself a coffee when he got overcome by one of those sneezing fits that seem to need you to step out of the way of sharp objects in case you lose control of your body and hurt yourself. The fucking air conditioning in the plane had left him with a head cold and snot feeling like it was dripping from every orifice. As if everything else wasn't hard enough. His throat hurt and his nose was running, and he didn't think twice about stealing Vee's box of Kleenex from beside the bloke's bed. If they needed to clean up jizz, they could use a sock or something. It really was not on Euan's priority list to care about Vee's sex life. In fact, he was still wary about the bloke. They had met, and Vee probably wasn't satisfied how it all went down at all. Euan was standoffish, though he was civil enough. The guy was alright, friendly, accommodating, but clearly standing his own territory. One thing Euan did notice was the guy didn't actually touch Vee in Euan's presence, which Euan couldn't really analyse closely feeling as shite as he had been. Maybe it was a respect thing, but who knew? Either way, their meeting had probably went about as well as it could have and since then, they had mostly been steering clear of each other.
Now Euan was in the apartment on his own. The guy needed his stitches out at the doctor, so Vee went along. Such a romantic date. But Euan was left at home with his snotty nose and weird mood. He still hadn't ventured out into the city. It still made him nauseous when he thought about doing so. He didn't want to think about it, and at least the snow outside gave him an excuse not to head out and go sightseeing. The whole thing had knocked him more than he had anticipated, but he wouldn't admit to feeling fragile. It was probably something that would need to be tortured out of him. The only reason he was here was Vee, but he even felt himself pulling back from her and not having that connection they seemed to usually have. All he felt was that he was intruding on this cutesy little honeymoon setting and fuck, he hated semi-skimmed milk!
He was just wrestling off the milk cap of the new bottle of fake milk when there was a knock at the apartment door. He paused, raising an eyebrow a little as he looked over to the door and wondered if he should actually answer it or not. Maybe it was a hot Avon lady who could fuck his sinuses clear? Now there was an idea. He was adorned in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid boxers that were riding low on his hips. The apartment was warm with the open fire, so it hadn't really bothered him. Near naked never did. He put the milk down with a small shrug and went over to the door, unhooking the chain and unlocking it to pull it open. "Aye?" he answered. Wow, Avon at least had something right over here.
Gee had been expecting Matt to answer, so she was more than surprised when a strange man in boxers answered instead. She could have even coped with Vee answering, but the blonde wasn't in sight. She held a container of soup to her chest and felt her eyebrow rise as her gaze lowered. "Erm..." She bit her lip as she tried to get her brain to work, but right then Gabrielle Mancini was wondering what she'd done to find herself standing in front of men in boxers a few times now.
And hoping it wasn't going to change.
She wet her lips as she took a breath, and managed to drag her gaze up from the stranger's delicious hip dents. She just wanted to get down on her knees and kiss them. She blamed her sudden horniness on imagining Stuart and his suit together the night before. And the fact that sex with Stuart had definitely awoken something deep inside her. "I'm Gabrielle Mancini. I'm a friend of Matt's."
Damnit. Not an Avon lady. Matt was the bloke's name, right? Right. It was. He remembered now. He was watching her for a few more moments, waiting for her to elaborate on why she was there, but obviously nothing else was coming. "Right. Aye, well, he isn't here. Went to London to see the Queen... or something." He shrugged. This was weird, and maybe a little awkward. He recognised her for some reason, but knew that was impossible. "Guess you better come in and wait, unless you have somewhere else to be?" He only managed to just finish the sentence before his nose nearly exploded with another sneeze and he cursed colourfully, the Irish accent seeming to get broader around the expletives.
"Oh, well, I guess it teaches me for not calling first. I just figured he'd be home since he was sick, but he's also Matt. Staying still isn't his thing." Gee's attention was snapped from the bloke's assets as the sneeze rocked them both, and she stepped forward to rest a hand on his shoulder. "Bless you. Are you okay?" The frigid London air was whipping around them, but the Irish stranger seemed to be burning up. "You're hot."
Euan wasn't quite dead yet, he could still do what he did best. He smirked down at her, raising his eyebrows. "Well, cheers, darlin'. You're not so bad yourself," he returned, even if his nose was stuffed and it really didn't come out as smooth as it normally would. It wasn't his fault, though. It was the fucking English winter and stupid airconditioning on the arsehole planes. "He's gone to see the quack. Something about stitches. Wasn't really paying much attention in case they started to suck face."
"Matt and the quack?" Gee asked as her eyebrows drew together briefly. Then her cheeks flushed, but she smirked back, her blue eyes shining in amusement. "I'm sorry I didn't come over in just my underwear. Didn't realise what the dress code was. You got a name, sexy?"
"Nah, that's just me, darlin'. I'm one of a kind, see." Euan stepped aside and held the door open for her. "Euan Fitzpatrick, at your service," he added and grabbed a handful of tissues off the coffee table and just caught another sneeze before he made even more mess.
"At my service, huh?" Gee tilted her head as she took a moment to check out his arse while he suffered through a sneezing fit. This was bad. She didn't even feel guilty for it. "Nice to meet you, Euan. Even though I'm sure you were wishing it was under slightly better circumstances. Maybe this soup should be for you, not Devlin. I'm sure his... blonde will take care of him."
Euan wiped at his nose, watching her over the top of the tissue in amusement. "Maybe in a slightly better location," he clarified, clearing his throat. He only just realised she was holding what was obviously a container of soup. "We probably both need it. Maybe to hit each other over the head with. Just kidding. I wish I could update date you on how he is, but I'm not really that sure. I've been keeping my distance. If we were dogs, we'd be pissing on each others legs or something along those lines. And she's a fake blonde." He held his hand up with another smirk. "Just kidding, but I won't judge you for not knowing her name when I can hardly remember his."
"Vee, right? I only remember because most people call me Gee. And I'm not... well, we've never really met properly. Just passed each other in the hall at the hospital after Matt was admitted. I've been steering clear since she gave me that look. You know, the one that's suspicious and glaring. The one reserved for exes and Other Women. She thought I had had something going on with Matt, or something." Gee set the soup down to free up her hands only to wind up tucking them into the back pockets of her jeans. "Dogs pissing, huh? You about to start humping my leg?"
Euan just snorted softly. "Ignore her. She's going mental. That, and she should have realised he wouldn't have been trawling the WWW looking for booty if he was seeing someone. Someone like you," he added for emphasis. He sat down on the sofa, sprawling his legs out as he found a comfortable spot. "I could. You offering, darlin'? Especially considering when I think of 'Vee' and 'Gee' in the one sentence the brain just can't help but jump right to 'vagina'."
Gee stayed on other side of the coffee table as she watched him, trying to work out if he wanted her to offer, or not. Was this what Cameron and Stuart were both talking about in being forward? She hesitated a moment before moving closer to Euan, standing between his legs before she put one knee down on the sofa, dangerously close to his family jewels. "Are you even up for it? You don't exactly sound a hundred percent. Wouldn't want to wear you out. And thanks for the compliment. I'm sure Matt will work out she didn't have to do the same if she had someone like you back home."
"Last I looked, a head cold didn't stem to the cock, even if it's very talented." Euan looked up at her, letting the situation tick over in his brain. He wasn't sure he should be playing with fire here with her. She was the bloke's friend, and that seemed weird. Even more weird, because he wasn't used to having any chick other than his superiors out of limits. "She did have someone like me back home. She didn't want what was on offer. Wanted the white picket fence and plaid apron."
"Her loss. My gain," Gee murmured. She was tempted to kiss him but a part of her didn't actually want to catch his cold. One nighters weren't supposed to have those kinds of souvenirs, were they? Plus then it would be evidence. She'd have to tell Matt what had happened. Her lips danced close to Euan's but she never closed the gap, just staying infuriatingly out of reach.
Euan just dropped his head back against the sofa. He wasn't in the mood for prick teasers. Maybe another day. "So, you're a copper too," he guessed, deducing the facts. His eyes were still on her, though. "In London. Seem to be surrounded. Lucky I'm not a crim. At least, not one who wouldn't well cover his tracks."
Gee frowned a little. She wasn't teasing, she just wanted to be careful. His pulling away though had been a clear signal, and Gee moved off him to drop on the sofa beside Euan, and cleared her throat. "Just promoted from a WPC. Sorry it's not something you wanted to hear."
Euan shot her a look, eyebrow raised, but he didn't say anything at first. She was hot. Shame she wasn't more confident. He preferred that fight of the give and take. Submissive was only interesting to him in roleplay. "Putting words in my mouth now, huh? I prefer other things in my mouth. How do you know what I want to hear and what I don't?" he queried with a slight amused smirk.
Gabrielle looked back at him, eyes flicking over his features. She wished she knew how gay guys just went up to each other and just managed to get it on. She wanted to know their secret, but she supposed it was just more that they understood what each other were there for. "You're the one talking about being surrounded by cops in London." She bit her lip before sliding her leg back over his and cupping his face with her hand as she kissed him. Snot had never bothered her. Italians didn't seem to ever have much of a problem with bodily fluids considering how much they spat on people when they didn't like them.
Euan kissed her back as long as he could before he had to break it to breathe through his mouth again with his nose blocked. "You might want to take come Vitamin C and Echinacea now, or whatever the fuck it is this chick at work used to try and drug herself with whenever anyone sneezed within a ten foot radius of her." He was smirking at her again. "And it's London I have the problem with, not coppers. But hard to have issues with them when you are one."
"The snot thickens," Gee commented with a soft laugh. She glanced around them briefly before she leaned in to kiss Euan's neck, letting him breathe through his nose as she indulged herself in giving him some attention. She even slid her hand between their bodies and gave him a firm squeeze. "Matt wouldn't even have that stuff. He's got mutated genetics to fight off disease. He never gets sick. I'll take something after. I just want to help take your mind off London for now, copper."
"And when he does, he has damsels in distress running to his side to take care of him. I think I hate the bastard," Euan commented, maybe only half joking. He was more and more deciding sex would be a very good way to take his mind off everything, even if he asphyxiated himself. He always wanted to die during a good hard fuck, anyway. "How do you know I'm really not a crim, busted into his house and helping myself to his... okay. I'm not here to rob him, he has nothing to rob. But you get what I mean. I might be a closet kiddie fiddler, or granny killer. They're popular in England, aye?"
"Aye," she echoed, still helping herself to the bulge in his boxers. Her skin was starting to warm up, and she could hear her breath quicken. She was horny, he was here, he was hot, and fuck that accent was killer. Matt's had more of an English tinge to it these days, and while Euan's held the occasional American twang, it was still there. "How do you know I'm even a copper, and not just here to pretend to be bringing soup when I'm really here to take advantage of sick blokes? We won't ever know who we really are until there's information sharing. I don't know about you, but I'm more interested in sharing something else. Besides, you hate him too much to be a crim. Hate is personal."
Euan smirked. "You're Officer Anal's pal. And proud of your new promotion, info you offered yourself. You wouldn't be lying about it. You didn't know I was here. Didn't know I was sick, until I nearly hacked snot all over you. Have only deduced I'm connected to Vee, because I haven't confirmed or denied who I am in any way. Maybe I'm the first dude she's smuggling into the country on your bestie's watch? I don't hate him, I'm wary of him." He ran his hand down her arm and cupped his hand around her wrist lightly, giving him a slightly upper hand to stop her if it came to that. "Tell me something. Why are you so in need of a fuck? Or should we save the D'n'M until after the proceedings?"
"Are you sure you really want to be having a D'n'M in the first place? You don't strike me as the deep and meaningful type. Not in a talking about it all kind of way. Why would she need to smuggle you in? You a dirty cop on the lamb?" Gee started to laugh, the sound filling the apartment briefly. "Why can gay guys be forward, and it's fine, but if a woman does it she's desperate for a fuck? Why can't I just know what I want? And you didn't seem to mind the idea of an offer earlier."
"Nice try, lassie. You submitted when I put a downer on your advances. You aren't used to this sort of thing. I'm also figuring now that either you have a close gay mate or a gay partner. Maybe a closested feminist. You don't really know what you want, or you'd be in my boxers already. You want to want it, but you aren't sure on some level. There's a hesitancy there. Bad break up? Daddy issues?" Euan was a detective too, and his mind had started logging all the little details from the moment she appeared at the door. He flicked his fingers into the waist of his boxers. "It's here for the taking and you haven't yet. I never mind the idea of an offer, but I don't fuck lassies who don't know what they want, either. Until they know."
"Because I've only just got back on the... horse." Gee's voice went husky on the last word, already aware of just how well endowed Euan was. He'd let go of her wrist, and she took advantage to slide it into his boxers proper as she planted another kiss on him, mindful of the fact he'd need it to be quick so he could keep breathing. She wasn't going to kill him just yet. She rose up slightly, rubbing herself against him as she cupped his balls. "Bisexual partner. He's got a suit he's fucking. I also have a friend with a gay twin. We were talking about it. Not Daddy issues. Bad break up. He tried to force himself on me while he was drunk. Anything else you want to know, Detective?"
Euan ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in amusement, pushing up against her hand as the sexual centre of his brain pushed passed the feeling crappy part and gave him a boner to rival the Eiffel Tower. "What's your cup size?" It was worth a shot. "Do you like anal?" May as well push his luck while he was at it.
"C," Gee responded. He'd find out soon enough anyway. She raised up to give him a good look even though she was still clothed, and smirked down at him. Maybe she just needed the right shag to be confident. Stuart was easy now because they were partners. Gee was still trying to remember how to flirt with strangers. At least Euan was willing, and clearly not a stranger to casual sex. His second question had her smirk falter just a little before she shifted her grip to start stroking his shaft, using her other hand to pull down his boxers and expose him. It didn't falter because the question offended her, just because it had been a long time since anyone had bothered asking. "When the mood strikes. How about you?"
"Anything goes, darlin'," Euan told her mischievously, albeit honestly. He looked down at her hand around his cock and raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you going to snuggle me or ride me, baby? We don't need to stop at second base." He expertly had the buttons on her shirt undone in a heartbeat and her jeans were his next stop. With the zip undone, he slipped his hand inside them, and then further into her panties and his finger was stroking within her before she had much of a chance to stop and analyse what he was doing.
"Well, there's at least one thing we need to stop for..." Gee murmured as she was once against kissing his neck, and jaw, feeling the stubble rub against her soft skin. Stuart was cleanshaven, so Euan's roughness had a different feeling. Plus he wasn't her partner. Anything really would go. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she felt his finger, her inner muscles clenching around it as she started to move like she was riding him. She let go him long enough to tear her shirt off, and get rid of her bra. Gee's skin was a contrast to Euan's, not a tattoo in sight. But she liked his, dipping her head to kiss the trails of ink as she curled her finger around his length again.
Euan kept a secure hold on her and leaned forward, plucking a pack of condoms out from under a pile of magazines on the coffee table. He had sniffed them out early when he was checking through the bloke's chosen reading material, only finding a couple of old television programs and British cop journals with one fashion magazine that was obviously Vee's. He hadn't been able to decude if it was Vee who had furtively hidden the rubbers there or if they were just there and forgotten by the cop. Euan didn't care. All he cared about was the fact he didn't need to move off the sofa to find a fucking condom. It wasn't like he carried them in his boxers. He slid his finger inside her deeply, and out again, letting his thumb brush against her clit. She was hot and wet, and it was driving him wild. His other hand was braced on the small of her back and he slid it lower to squeeze her arse and push her foward onto his hand so his finger went just that little bit deeper inside her.
Gee's curls fell forward into her face, and she huffed out a breath to try and clear her vision as she looked down at him. She scraped her nails down over his arm, moving in to tug at his bottom lip with her teeth before sliding her mouth across his cheek so she could flick her tongue against his earlobe. Even if he was sick he was still damn sexy, and he just felt so good. Especially his finger. "If it didn't mean moving, I would definitely be on my knees sucking you off right now," she admitted in a breathless whisper. She brought her fingers up to the tip of his erection, circling it with her thumb. Her hand slid back down, and she cupped his balls again, massaging him as she rocked her hips forward.
Euan had to pause briefly when he started to sneeze again. It wasn't exactly the most sexy of actions, but he couldn't help it, and it certainly wasn't going to stop proceedings. His hand left her back to flick the condom packet open and he scooped one out with his finger and tore the wrapper open with his teeth, spitting the edge of it off to the side. The condom was sitting loosely between his lips, and he never once missed a beat on his attentions between her legs, fucking her rhythmically with his fingers and indulging in the way she was getting wetter by the second. He needed to be fucking balls deep inside her before he exploded a vital blood vessel or ten. His cock was already weeping with anticipation and aiding her hand to slide up and down his length with ease. It felt like an eternity since he last had a fuck, even if the plane ride and the air hostess in the bathroom was only a few days prior.
Gee just laughed a little as he sneezed, not even thinking about the fact she was probably covered in his snot. She continued to ride his fingers, blue eyes holding his gaze again as she gripped the back of his neck. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that Stuart was no longer a partner with benefits. Their last fuck had been after that stake-out, and she hadn't seen him since except at work. He had a look now, like the suit was always on his mind. Euan wasn't attached. Euan didn't have a suit. Euan wasn't Bi, for one. The blonde wasn't someone he was here to chase otherwise he wouldn't be wanting to fuck Gee. She leaned in like she was going to kiss him, but used her tongue to steal the condom, taking her hand off his cock so she could roll it on. She wanted him inside her, she could feel her lower body pulsing with need. As talented as his fingers were, they were no longer enough. She tugged at the hair at the back of his neck, exposing his throat as so she could lick it and then scrape her teeth against his skin.
Euan cleared his throat, the cold nothing more than a minor irritation in his mind right then. He so wanted a fucking fuck right then and it wasn't even funny anymore. There was a minor awareness in his mind that Vee and the copper could be home at any minute, but he didn't think it would be likely just yet. The bloke had been getting around holding his side, so if the doctor was any fucking worth of his wage, it wouldn't be a revolving door appointment. And Euan was banking on that. If they came back this soon, Euan would stake out the doctor's surgery and take a dump on the wanker's desk, or something along those lines. With the condom on, they were home free. He gripped her hips and positioned himself, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up and drove deeply inside her with the first stroke. He grunted hoarsely when her wet heat engulfed his eager cock and it was almost like he could feel his heart start to thump more rapidly in his chest from anticipation. Even sick, he was more than talented to pull off a good and satisfying fuck. He might just need to pass out when it was all said and done. He brushed his lips against hers in a teasing gesture that wasn't quite a kiss, almost daring her to snog him despite the illness.
Gee was up to the challenge. She'd already kissed him a few times now. If she was going to do this, she really would go all in. Her mouth closed over his as she let out a moan and clenched her muscles tight around him as she held him inside for a moment. Euan was fit. Not every guy could manage to thrust up in this position. They were also both already covered in a fine sheen of perspiration despite the cold air. This was what winter was made for--good, hard fucks to keep each other warm. She started to rise up, setting a rhythm as she slammed down on him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, getting a taste before she had to pull back.
It usually took Euan longer than this to break out into a sweat, but he knew she had been fairly observant when he first arrived. He had been running a temperature because Vee had been trying to passively aggressively fuss over him all morning once he woke up with barely any voice. It came back a little, but the snotty nose, headache and sore throat lingered. The copper offered him paracetamol that was in the bathroom, but Euan was too proud to take meds without admitting he was dying. The aspirin at the airport from Vee... well, it was telling. He had been feeling pretty crap by that point, booze very rarely made him hurl. The only thing was, he needed to mostly breathe through his mouth, so a lot of good hard snogging had to be out. Still, didn't mean he couldn't use his mouth elsewhere and he dipped his head, burying his face in her cleavage as he pushed her breast up with the palm of his hand to massage the swell of soft flesh with his fingers. She had really fucking nice tits. He missed nice tits. When he was fucking his partner before he came, he had bullshitted to Vee about the chick's tits. An A cup just never really did it for him. It was easy for him to find a smooth rhythm of pounding in and out of her while he lost himself in her tits. He slid his lips across the top of her breast and then moved lower to suck her nipple in between them, his tongue swirling around it with a growl of appreciation when it hardened in response.
Gee tried not to moan with every thrust, but she couldn't stop herself. It was like every single nerve in her body was suddenly wide awake and receptive to each sensation pulsing through her. Then he just had to start playing with her breasts, and Gee was done for. Stuart had been good, and she felt bad for needing to compare Euan to him, but her partner had been her last sexual experience. And he had been good, but something about Euan was better. Like she didn't have to be totally restrained with him, she didn't need to worry about afterwards. Her nails scraped down his back leaving red lines in their wake, before she pushed her fingers up into his hair, and gripped tightly. Her other hand went to the back of the sofa for purchase as she rode him harder, meeting his thrusts. He was sick, and Gee just had to wonder what it would be like if her were a hundred percent, and she could just stick her tongue down his throat and snog his brains out.
Euan had his hand gripped around her hip and he roughly massaged it, using his grip as leverage in the sharp, forceful thrusts. He squeezed her arse on the next upward thrust and then took a small risk and let the tips of his fingers tease in the cleft of her arse. He once again pulled her down as he pushed up, giving him that delicious little extra depth every time he entered her. He was sweating heavily now, but he didn't give a shit. He let his teeth sink just enough against her nipple to cause a slight burst of pain and then licked over the area in his wake. He kept his tongue on a smooth course, letting it explore over every curve of her breasts and swipe between her cleavage, his breath chilling the wet trails. He shifted his hips slightly, pushing them back against the chair and then push her backwards so on his next thrust, his hard cock rubbed right against her clit. It might be slightly awkward on the chair this way, but he could handle it. He wasn't going to let her topple off his lap when he was this close to fucking coming.
Gee dug her fingers hard into his scalp, her knuckles almost white as she picked up her rhythm, her body shaking as the desire coiled tight in the pit of her stomach. As his cock stroked against her clit, she knew she was done for. She was dangerously close to the edge, and it was hard for her to focus on anything, but reaching climax. She arched her back, forcing her breasts into his face more, and reached behind her to cover his hand, guiding it back to her arse. She had enjoyed the sensations of feeling his fingers against the cleft of her arse, and wasn't going to stop him. Her lips parted in rough pants, her moans still filling the room as she spurred him on, his name falling from her lips in amongst a string of curses.
Now that he had the green light, Euan slid his fingers a little deeper into her arse, indulging in a small groan of pleasure. He always liked to give girls the full benefit of his talents. Some chicks like this, others thought he was a pervert. It wasn't like he was being a bloody pervert, he just liked when a girl had a really nice arse and was open to different sensations. Clearly Gee was, and it was a fucking turn on for him. Like the rest of her, her arse felt amazing. He was now pounding her hard and fast, sweat dripping off him almost akin to wetness after getting out a shower. He was panting just like she was, and miraculously his sinuses had cleared a little. He pulled her down into a disjointed, rough kiss as he continued to slam into her, but added just that tiny bit of pleasure by pressing the tip of his finger into her arse as his cock stroked against her clit on each forward thrust.
Gee's moan was swallowed in the kiss, and she brushed her hands over his face to try and wipe the sweat from him. Their bodies were slick against each other, their movements made easier. She pulled away to catch her breath before her tongue slid against his neck as she licked at the droplets of sweat covering Euan's skin. Everything combined inside her, her hips bucking against him as her body threatened to give out, but she was trying to hold herself together that little bit longer. Her hand slid over his chest, and she caught his lips in another kiss as she lasted two more thrusts before her body trembled with force, and she gripped his arms until her knuckles were white while the orgasm ripped through her.
Despite being close to exploding himself, Euan held off long enough to watch her come, using the sight and her pleasure and the way she was clutching him painfully to fuel that last bolt of arousal inside him and he came hard, forcing his hips forward so he was as deep inside her as he could be. His fingernails sunk into her arse and it felt like lights exploded behind his eyes. He was sure it was going to zap the last reserve of energy he had in him, but to fuck with it. It was a fucking awesome orgasm and the bonus was, he could breathe through his nose for the moment. He slumped back against the sofa in the wake of the climax, trying to catch his breath and feeling the sweat trickling down his face and chest. "Uh, why were you here again? It was Avon, was it?" he joked, opening his eyes a little to offer her a tired smirk as he wet his lips.
Gee started to laugh, still straddling Euan as she stayed where she was to catch her breath, and just bask in post-coital after glow. "Mm... yes. We're roadtesting the new Avon cure for colds. Extensive fucking, and mind-blowing orgasms. I might have to ask you a few questions from our survey to find out how you've found the experience." Gee slowly released her grip on him, and smoothed her hands down his arms. Her lips touched to his gently, not quite kissing him until her hands covered his on her arse, keeping them in place.
Euan let out a heavy breath in a rush and laughed, looking up at her with his eyebrow raised. "Aye, go for it. Just dinnae expect coherent answers." His skin felt like it was on fire and he thought if he moved, everything would start aching again, so he didn't. If there was any position he wanted to be stuck in, this was it. It really was a shame Vee's lay wouldn't appreciate this turn of events, because Euan was sure he could get used to just sitting like this, or maybe lying in bed while he died and she wiped his fevered brow in a sexy nurse's uniform.
Gee broke out into a grin, still laughing a little. "Maybe we can save it for later. I might need to come back for some secondary testing anyway. Assuming you'd let me." She ran her hand over his neck, before raising her hand to feel his temperature. The sex hadn't exactly been as quick as she'd imagined. In fact it had been intense, beyond deeply satisfying. She reluctantly sought out a clock to check the time. "Bugger. I wish I didn't have to move. You're lap is incredibly comfortable."
"Yours isn't all that bad either, love," Euan told her with another smirk. "I think I've melted into this chair. Luckily it's not suede." Compared to his face, her hand actually felt cool and his eyes fell closed briefly when she touched his forehead. Hopefully Vee still wasn't on her way home, he didn't want to have to try and awkwardly explain that he wasn't just running a temperature, but he was post-coital and it was fucking awesome.
"Mm... thank you." She pulled back a little to push his damp hair back. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and the flush across her skin. Not to mention the perspiration dripping down her back. It was going to be incredibly hard to explain her appearance to Matt without him jumping to the correct conclusion. She needed to make an escape, and she needed to make it soon. Only her body was limp, and she just wanted to stay where she was. "I'm moving," she announced, but didn't budge an inch, her head falling against his shoulder as she nipped gently at his skin.
"If you do, can you put my pants on so I can pass out with dignity?" Euan suggested, only half joking. He was roasting, and was tempted to take a cool shower, if he was sure he could trust his legs to hold him up. This wasn't fair, really. The first time in a long time he was happy to lie with a chick post-coitally and she had to fuck off. In fact, he was feeling so crap, maybe there was argument in having someone lie with you? It wasn't like he was used to this sort of thing, and it was pointless entertaining it because Vee would be back with her copper soon, and this wouldn't go down well at all.
"Do you want me to at least get you to bed?" Gee asked as she lifted her head, and looked at him. Her tongue darted out to wet her swollen lips, and at least moved enough to disconnect their bodies at the hips even if she wasn't off his lap entirely. "Might be easier for you to bullshit then." She realised there was going to have to be creativity on both their sides. "And try the soup. It's Italian, so it's good. Might even clear your sinuses that little bit extra." She kissed his lips softly and hummed in discontent. She really did need to move.
Euan nodded and tried to peel himself off the sofa. He was still sweating and normally he would have no aversion to that, but it was oppressive with the fire. "Aye, might be a good idea. This is giving a whole new meaning to chestnuts roasting on an open fire." He was stiff and massaged his shoulder to get some circulation back into it. He gave a huff of a laugh. "Fuck, I feel like crap. And just so you know, I never admit fucking shit like that to anyone, so if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you."
Gee smirked at him a little, and crossed her breast where her heart was. "Secret goes to my grave, sexy. I promise I'll never even mention it if we see each other again. I just wish I could stay and kiss it all better." She slid her arm around his middle after stooping to pick up his boxers. She'd worry about getting dressed again once she knew Euan was safely tucked in bed. It surprised her how easily she was willing to take care of him, but she blamed her mother for the nurturing streak. It had been an incredibly nice fuck, nothing more.
"I don't think either of us would want to explain it to your DS if you did." Euan was exhausted now, and felt like he could sleep for a week. Hopefully, if he timed it well, he could be unconscious by the time Vee and the bloke came home, so he wouldn't have to answer any questions. The thing was, there was going to need to be an explanation about the soup, because Euan figured the minute Vee realised he met Gee, she would cotton onto something and he would find himself in the midst of more questions he really didn't want to answer.
Gee didn't have to do much more than nudge Euan towards his bed for him to fall into it. She shifted the covers enough to cover his arse, but not before she drank in the sight and considered giving it a bite. She pushed her hair out of her face as she stooped to kiss his temple and smiled. "I dropped the soup off, but didn't stay. Fucked off before things got weird," she whispered, as if sensing what he was thinking about. "Now get some rest, Fitzpatrick. I'm not going to be the one to kill you."
Euan's eyes had already fallen closed and he smirked sleepily, holding up his thumb to indicate it was a perfect cover story. "Cheers, love," he murmured, opening his eyes just long enough to cop one last perve at her body. Shame it had to be a one-off thing, and he was still kind of bummed she couldn't stay. "Echinacea," was his last comment before it got too much to stay conscious. He had finally found a silver lining to being in London.
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Now Euan was in the apartment on his own. The guy needed his stitches out at the doctor, so Vee went along. Such a romantic date. But Euan was left at home with his snotty nose and weird mood. He still hadn't ventured out into the city. It still made him nauseous when he thought about doing so. He didn't want to think about it, and at least the snow outside gave him an excuse not to head out and go sightseeing. The whole thing had knocked him more than he had anticipated, but he wouldn't admit to feeling fragile. It was probably something that would need to be tortured out of him. The only reason he was here was Vee, but he even felt himself pulling back from her and not having that connection they seemed to usually have. All he felt was that he was intruding on this cutesy little honeymoon setting and fuck, he hated semi-skimmed milk!
He was just wrestling off the milk cap of the new bottle of fake milk when there was a knock at the apartment door. He paused, raising an eyebrow a little as he looked over to the door and wondered if he should actually answer it or not. Maybe it was a hot Avon lady who could fuck his sinuses clear? Now there was an idea. He was adorned in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid boxers that were riding low on his hips. The apartment was warm with the open fire, so it hadn't really bothered him. Near naked never did. He put the milk down with a small shrug and went over to the door, unhooking the chain and unlocking it to pull it open. "Aye?" he answered. Wow, Avon at least had something right over here.
Gee had been expecting Matt to answer, so she was more than surprised when a strange man in boxers answered instead. She could have even coped with Vee answering, but the blonde wasn't in sight. She held a container of soup to her chest and felt her eyebrow rise as her gaze lowered. "Erm..." She bit her lip as she tried to get her brain to work, but right then Gabrielle Mancini was wondering what she'd done to find herself standing in front of men in boxers a few times now.
And hoping it wasn't going to change.
She wet her lips as she took a breath, and managed to drag her gaze up from the stranger's delicious hip dents. She just wanted to get down on her knees and kiss them. She blamed her sudden horniness on imagining Stuart and his suit together the night before. And the fact that sex with Stuart had definitely awoken something deep inside her. "I'm Gabrielle Mancini. I'm a friend of Matt's."
Damnit. Not an Avon lady. Matt was the bloke's name, right? Right. It was. He remembered now. He was watching her for a few more moments, waiting for her to elaborate on why she was there, but obviously nothing else was coming. "Right. Aye, well, he isn't here. Went to London to see the Queen... or something." He shrugged. This was weird, and maybe a little awkward. He recognised her for some reason, but knew that was impossible. "Guess you better come in and wait, unless you have somewhere else to be?" He only managed to just finish the sentence before his nose nearly exploded with another sneeze and he cursed colourfully, the Irish accent seeming to get broader around the expletives.
"Oh, well, I guess it teaches me for not calling first. I just figured he'd be home since he was sick, but he's also Matt. Staying still isn't his thing." Gee's attention was snapped from the bloke's assets as the sneeze rocked them both, and she stepped forward to rest a hand on his shoulder. "Bless you. Are you okay?" The frigid London air was whipping around them, but the Irish stranger seemed to be burning up. "You're hot."
Euan wasn't quite dead yet, he could still do what he did best. He smirked down at her, raising his eyebrows. "Well, cheers, darlin'. You're not so bad yourself," he returned, even if his nose was stuffed and it really didn't come out as smooth as it normally would. It wasn't his fault, though. It was the fucking English winter and stupid airconditioning on the arsehole planes. "He's gone to see the quack. Something about stitches. Wasn't really paying much attention in case they started to suck face."
"Matt and the quack?" Gee asked as her eyebrows drew together briefly. Then her cheeks flushed, but she smirked back, her blue eyes shining in amusement. "I'm sorry I didn't come over in just my underwear. Didn't realise what the dress code was. You got a name, sexy?"
"Nah, that's just me, darlin'. I'm one of a kind, see." Euan stepped aside and held the door open for her. "Euan Fitzpatrick, at your service," he added and grabbed a handful of tissues off the coffee table and just caught another sneeze before he made even more mess.
"At my service, huh?" Gee tilted her head as she took a moment to check out his arse while he suffered through a sneezing fit. This was bad. She didn't even feel guilty for it. "Nice to meet you, Euan. Even though I'm sure you were wishing it was under slightly better circumstances. Maybe this soup should be for you, not Devlin. I'm sure his... blonde will take care of him."
Euan wiped at his nose, watching her over the top of the tissue in amusement. "Maybe in a slightly better location," he clarified, clearing his throat. He only just realised she was holding what was obviously a container of soup. "We probably both need it. Maybe to hit each other over the head with. Just kidding. I wish I could update date you on how he is, but I'm not really that sure. I've been keeping my distance. If we were dogs, we'd be pissing on each others legs or something along those lines. And she's a fake blonde." He held his hand up with another smirk. "Just kidding, but I won't judge you for not knowing her name when I can hardly remember his."
"Vee, right? I only remember because most people call me Gee. And I'm not... well, we've never really met properly. Just passed each other in the hall at the hospital after Matt was admitted. I've been steering clear since she gave me that look. You know, the one that's suspicious and glaring. The one reserved for exes and Other Women. She thought I had had something going on with Matt, or something." Gee set the soup down to free up her hands only to wind up tucking them into the back pockets of her jeans. "Dogs pissing, huh? You about to start humping my leg?"
Euan just snorted softly. "Ignore her. She's going mental. That, and she should have realised he wouldn't have been trawling the WWW looking for booty if he was seeing someone. Someone like you," he added for emphasis. He sat down on the sofa, sprawling his legs out as he found a comfortable spot. "I could. You offering, darlin'? Especially considering when I think of 'Vee' and 'Gee' in the one sentence the brain just can't help but jump right to 'vagina'."
Gee stayed on other side of the coffee table as she watched him, trying to work out if he wanted her to offer, or not. Was this what Cameron and Stuart were both talking about in being forward? She hesitated a moment before moving closer to Euan, standing between his legs before she put one knee down on the sofa, dangerously close to his family jewels. "Are you even up for it? You don't exactly sound a hundred percent. Wouldn't want to wear you out. And thanks for the compliment. I'm sure Matt will work out she didn't have to do the same if she had someone like you back home."
"Last I looked, a head cold didn't stem to the cock, even if it's very talented." Euan looked up at her, letting the situation tick over in his brain. He wasn't sure he should be playing with fire here with her. She was the bloke's friend, and that seemed weird. Even more weird, because he wasn't used to having any chick other than his superiors out of limits. "She did have someone like me back home. She didn't want what was on offer. Wanted the white picket fence and plaid apron."
"Her loss. My gain," Gee murmured. She was tempted to kiss him but a part of her didn't actually want to catch his cold. One nighters weren't supposed to have those kinds of souvenirs, were they? Plus then it would be evidence. She'd have to tell Matt what had happened. Her lips danced close to Euan's but she never closed the gap, just staying infuriatingly out of reach.
Euan just dropped his head back against the sofa. He wasn't in the mood for prick teasers. Maybe another day. "So, you're a copper too," he guessed, deducing the facts. His eyes were still on her, though. "In London. Seem to be surrounded. Lucky I'm not a crim. At least, not one who wouldn't well cover his tracks."
Gee frowned a little. She wasn't teasing, she just wanted to be careful. His pulling away though had been a clear signal, and Gee moved off him to drop on the sofa beside Euan, and cleared her throat. "Just promoted from a WPC. Sorry it's not something you wanted to hear."
Euan shot her a look, eyebrow raised, but he didn't say anything at first. She was hot. Shame she wasn't more confident. He preferred that fight of the give and take. Submissive was only interesting to him in roleplay. "Putting words in my mouth now, huh? I prefer other things in my mouth. How do you know what I want to hear and what I don't?" he queried with a slight amused smirk.
Gabrielle looked back at him, eyes flicking over his features. She wished she knew how gay guys just went up to each other and just managed to get it on. She wanted to know their secret, but she supposed it was just more that they understood what each other were there for. "You're the one talking about being surrounded by cops in London." She bit her lip before sliding her leg back over his and cupping his face with her hand as she kissed him. Snot had never bothered her. Italians didn't seem to ever have much of a problem with bodily fluids considering how much they spat on people when they didn't like them.
Euan kissed her back as long as he could before he had to break it to breathe through his mouth again with his nose blocked. "You might want to take come Vitamin C and Echinacea now, or whatever the fuck it is this chick at work used to try and drug herself with whenever anyone sneezed within a ten foot radius of her." He was smirking at her again. "And it's London I have the problem with, not coppers. But hard to have issues with them when you are one."
"The snot thickens," Gee commented with a soft laugh. She glanced around them briefly before she leaned in to kiss Euan's neck, letting him breathe through his nose as she indulged herself in giving him some attention. She even slid her hand between their bodies and gave him a firm squeeze. "Matt wouldn't even have that stuff. He's got mutated genetics to fight off disease. He never gets sick. I'll take something after. I just want to help take your mind off London for now, copper."
"And when he does, he has damsels in distress running to his side to take care of him. I think I hate the bastard," Euan commented, maybe only half joking. He was more and more deciding sex would be a very good way to take his mind off everything, even if he asphyxiated himself. He always wanted to die during a good hard fuck, anyway. "How do you know I'm really not a crim, busted into his house and helping myself to his... okay. I'm not here to rob him, he has nothing to rob. But you get what I mean. I might be a closet kiddie fiddler, or granny killer. They're popular in England, aye?"
"Aye," she echoed, still helping herself to the bulge in his boxers. Her skin was starting to warm up, and she could hear her breath quicken. She was horny, he was here, he was hot, and fuck that accent was killer. Matt's had more of an English tinge to it these days, and while Euan's held the occasional American twang, it was still there. "How do you know I'm even a copper, and not just here to pretend to be bringing soup when I'm really here to take advantage of sick blokes? We won't ever know who we really are until there's information sharing. I don't know about you, but I'm more interested in sharing something else. Besides, you hate him too much to be a crim. Hate is personal."
Euan smirked. "You're Officer Anal's pal. And proud of your new promotion, info you offered yourself. You wouldn't be lying about it. You didn't know I was here. Didn't know I was sick, until I nearly hacked snot all over you. Have only deduced I'm connected to Vee, because I haven't confirmed or denied who I am in any way. Maybe I'm the first dude she's smuggling into the country on your bestie's watch? I don't hate him, I'm wary of him." He ran his hand down her arm and cupped his hand around her wrist lightly, giving him a slightly upper hand to stop her if it came to that. "Tell me something. Why are you so in need of a fuck? Or should we save the D'n'M until after the proceedings?"
"Are you sure you really want to be having a D'n'M in the first place? You don't strike me as the deep and meaningful type. Not in a talking about it all kind of way. Why would she need to smuggle you in? You a dirty cop on the lamb?" Gee started to laugh, the sound filling the apartment briefly. "Why can gay guys be forward, and it's fine, but if a woman does it she's desperate for a fuck? Why can't I just know what I want? And you didn't seem to mind the idea of an offer earlier."
"Nice try, lassie. You submitted when I put a downer on your advances. You aren't used to this sort of thing. I'm also figuring now that either you have a close gay mate or a gay partner. Maybe a closested feminist. You don't really know what you want, or you'd be in my boxers already. You want to want it, but you aren't sure on some level. There's a hesitancy there. Bad break up? Daddy issues?" Euan was a detective too, and his mind had started logging all the little details from the moment she appeared at the door. He flicked his fingers into the waist of his boxers. "It's here for the taking and you haven't yet. I never mind the idea of an offer, but I don't fuck lassies who don't know what they want, either. Until they know."
"Because I've only just got back on the... horse." Gee's voice went husky on the last word, already aware of just how well endowed Euan was. He'd let go of her wrist, and she took advantage to slide it into his boxers proper as she planted another kiss on him, mindful of the fact he'd need it to be quick so he could keep breathing. She wasn't going to kill him just yet. She rose up slightly, rubbing herself against him as she cupped his balls. "Bisexual partner. He's got a suit he's fucking. I also have a friend with a gay twin. We were talking about it. Not Daddy issues. Bad break up. He tried to force himself on me while he was drunk. Anything else you want to know, Detective?"
Euan ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in amusement, pushing up against her hand as the sexual centre of his brain pushed passed the feeling crappy part and gave him a boner to rival the Eiffel Tower. "What's your cup size?" It was worth a shot. "Do you like anal?" May as well push his luck while he was at it.
"C," Gee responded. He'd find out soon enough anyway. She raised up to give him a good look even though she was still clothed, and smirked down at him. Maybe she just needed the right shag to be confident. Stuart was easy now because they were partners. Gee was still trying to remember how to flirt with strangers. At least Euan was willing, and clearly not a stranger to casual sex. His second question had her smirk falter just a little before she shifted her grip to start stroking his shaft, using her other hand to pull down his boxers and expose him. It didn't falter because the question offended her, just because it had been a long time since anyone had bothered asking. "When the mood strikes. How about you?"
"Anything goes, darlin'," Euan told her mischievously, albeit honestly. He looked down at her hand around his cock and raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you going to snuggle me or ride me, baby? We don't need to stop at second base." He expertly had the buttons on her shirt undone in a heartbeat and her jeans were his next stop. With the zip undone, he slipped his hand inside them, and then further into her panties and his finger was stroking within her before she had much of a chance to stop and analyse what he was doing.
"Well, there's at least one thing we need to stop for..." Gee murmured as she was once against kissing his neck, and jaw, feeling the stubble rub against her soft skin. Stuart was cleanshaven, so Euan's roughness had a different feeling. Plus he wasn't her partner. Anything really would go. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she felt his finger, her inner muscles clenching around it as she started to move like she was riding him. She let go him long enough to tear her shirt off, and get rid of her bra. Gee's skin was a contrast to Euan's, not a tattoo in sight. But she liked his, dipping her head to kiss the trails of ink as she curled her finger around his length again.
Euan kept a secure hold on her and leaned forward, plucking a pack of condoms out from under a pile of magazines on the coffee table. He had sniffed them out early when he was checking through the bloke's chosen reading material, only finding a couple of old television programs and British cop journals with one fashion magazine that was obviously Vee's. He hadn't been able to decude if it was Vee who had furtively hidden the rubbers there or if they were just there and forgotten by the cop. Euan didn't care. All he cared about was the fact he didn't need to move off the sofa to find a fucking condom. It wasn't like he carried them in his boxers. He slid his finger inside her deeply, and out again, letting his thumb brush against her clit. She was hot and wet, and it was driving him wild. His other hand was braced on the small of her back and he slid it lower to squeeze her arse and push her foward onto his hand so his finger went just that little bit deeper inside her.
Gee's curls fell forward into her face, and she huffed out a breath to try and clear her vision as she looked down at him. She scraped her nails down over his arm, moving in to tug at his bottom lip with her teeth before sliding her mouth across his cheek so she could flick her tongue against his earlobe. Even if he was sick he was still damn sexy, and he just felt so good. Especially his finger. "If it didn't mean moving, I would definitely be on my knees sucking you off right now," she admitted in a breathless whisper. She brought her fingers up to the tip of his erection, circling it with her thumb. Her hand slid back down, and she cupped his balls again, massaging him as she rocked her hips forward.
Euan had to pause briefly when he started to sneeze again. It wasn't exactly the most sexy of actions, but he couldn't help it, and it certainly wasn't going to stop proceedings. His hand left her back to flick the condom packet open and he scooped one out with his finger and tore the wrapper open with his teeth, spitting the edge of it off to the side. The condom was sitting loosely between his lips, and he never once missed a beat on his attentions between her legs, fucking her rhythmically with his fingers and indulging in the way she was getting wetter by the second. He needed to be fucking balls deep inside her before he exploded a vital blood vessel or ten. His cock was already weeping with anticipation and aiding her hand to slide up and down his length with ease. It felt like an eternity since he last had a fuck, even if the plane ride and the air hostess in the bathroom was only a few days prior.
Gee just laughed a little as he sneezed, not even thinking about the fact she was probably covered in his snot. She continued to ride his fingers, blue eyes holding his gaze again as she gripped the back of his neck. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that Stuart was no longer a partner with benefits. Their last fuck had been after that stake-out, and she hadn't seen him since except at work. He had a look now, like the suit was always on his mind. Euan wasn't attached. Euan didn't have a suit. Euan wasn't Bi, for one. The blonde wasn't someone he was here to chase otherwise he wouldn't be wanting to fuck Gee. She leaned in like she was going to kiss him, but used her tongue to steal the condom, taking her hand off his cock so she could roll it on. She wanted him inside her, she could feel her lower body pulsing with need. As talented as his fingers were, they were no longer enough. She tugged at the hair at the back of his neck, exposing his throat as so she could lick it and then scrape her teeth against his skin.
Euan cleared his throat, the cold nothing more than a minor irritation in his mind right then. He so wanted a fucking fuck right then and it wasn't even funny anymore. There was a minor awareness in his mind that Vee and the copper could be home at any minute, but he didn't think it would be likely just yet. The bloke had been getting around holding his side, so if the doctor was any fucking worth of his wage, it wouldn't be a revolving door appointment. And Euan was banking on that. If they came back this soon, Euan would stake out the doctor's surgery and take a dump on the wanker's desk, or something along those lines. With the condom on, they were home free. He gripped her hips and positioned himself, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up and drove deeply inside her with the first stroke. He grunted hoarsely when her wet heat engulfed his eager cock and it was almost like he could feel his heart start to thump more rapidly in his chest from anticipation. Even sick, he was more than talented to pull off a good and satisfying fuck. He might just need to pass out when it was all said and done. He brushed his lips against hers in a teasing gesture that wasn't quite a kiss, almost daring her to snog him despite the illness.
Gee was up to the challenge. She'd already kissed him a few times now. If she was going to do this, she really would go all in. Her mouth closed over his as she let out a moan and clenched her muscles tight around him as she held him inside for a moment. Euan was fit. Not every guy could manage to thrust up in this position. They were also both already covered in a fine sheen of perspiration despite the cold air. This was what winter was made for--good, hard fucks to keep each other warm. She started to rise up, setting a rhythm as she slammed down on him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, getting a taste before she had to pull back.
It usually took Euan longer than this to break out into a sweat, but he knew she had been fairly observant when he first arrived. He had been running a temperature because Vee had been trying to passively aggressively fuss over him all morning once he woke up with barely any voice. It came back a little, but the snotty nose, headache and sore throat lingered. The copper offered him paracetamol that was in the bathroom, but Euan was too proud to take meds without admitting he was dying. The aspirin at the airport from Vee... well, it was telling. He had been feeling pretty crap by that point, booze very rarely made him hurl. The only thing was, he needed to mostly breathe through his mouth, so a lot of good hard snogging had to be out. Still, didn't mean he couldn't use his mouth elsewhere and he dipped his head, burying his face in her cleavage as he pushed her breast up with the palm of his hand to massage the swell of soft flesh with his fingers. She had really fucking nice tits. He missed nice tits. When he was fucking his partner before he came, he had bullshitted to Vee about the chick's tits. An A cup just never really did it for him. It was easy for him to find a smooth rhythm of pounding in and out of her while he lost himself in her tits. He slid his lips across the top of her breast and then moved lower to suck her nipple in between them, his tongue swirling around it with a growl of appreciation when it hardened in response.
Gee tried not to moan with every thrust, but she couldn't stop herself. It was like every single nerve in her body was suddenly wide awake and receptive to each sensation pulsing through her. Then he just had to start playing with her breasts, and Gee was done for. Stuart had been good, and she felt bad for needing to compare Euan to him, but her partner had been her last sexual experience. And he had been good, but something about Euan was better. Like she didn't have to be totally restrained with him, she didn't need to worry about afterwards. Her nails scraped down his back leaving red lines in their wake, before she pushed her fingers up into his hair, and gripped tightly. Her other hand went to the back of the sofa for purchase as she rode him harder, meeting his thrusts. He was sick, and Gee just had to wonder what it would be like if her were a hundred percent, and she could just stick her tongue down his throat and snog his brains out.
Euan had his hand gripped around her hip and he roughly massaged it, using his grip as leverage in the sharp, forceful thrusts. He squeezed her arse on the next upward thrust and then took a small risk and let the tips of his fingers tease in the cleft of her arse. He once again pulled her down as he pushed up, giving him that delicious little extra depth every time he entered her. He was sweating heavily now, but he didn't give a shit. He let his teeth sink just enough against her nipple to cause a slight burst of pain and then licked over the area in his wake. He kept his tongue on a smooth course, letting it explore over every curve of her breasts and swipe between her cleavage, his breath chilling the wet trails. He shifted his hips slightly, pushing them back against the chair and then push her backwards so on his next thrust, his hard cock rubbed right against her clit. It might be slightly awkward on the chair this way, but he could handle it. He wasn't going to let her topple off his lap when he was this close to fucking coming.
Gee dug her fingers hard into his scalp, her knuckles almost white as she picked up her rhythm, her body shaking as the desire coiled tight in the pit of her stomach. As his cock stroked against her clit, she knew she was done for. She was dangerously close to the edge, and it was hard for her to focus on anything, but reaching climax. She arched her back, forcing her breasts into his face more, and reached behind her to cover his hand, guiding it back to her arse. She had enjoyed the sensations of feeling his fingers against the cleft of her arse, and wasn't going to stop him. Her lips parted in rough pants, her moans still filling the room as she spurred him on, his name falling from her lips in amongst a string of curses.
Now that he had the green light, Euan slid his fingers a little deeper into her arse, indulging in a small groan of pleasure. He always liked to give girls the full benefit of his talents. Some chicks like this, others thought he was a pervert. It wasn't like he was being a bloody pervert, he just liked when a girl had a really nice arse and was open to different sensations. Clearly Gee was, and it was a fucking turn on for him. Like the rest of her, her arse felt amazing. He was now pounding her hard and fast, sweat dripping off him almost akin to wetness after getting out a shower. He was panting just like she was, and miraculously his sinuses had cleared a little. He pulled her down into a disjointed, rough kiss as he continued to slam into her, but added just that tiny bit of pleasure by pressing the tip of his finger into her arse as his cock stroked against her clit on each forward thrust.
Gee's moan was swallowed in the kiss, and she brushed her hands over his face to try and wipe the sweat from him. Their bodies were slick against each other, their movements made easier. She pulled away to catch her breath before her tongue slid against his neck as she licked at the droplets of sweat covering Euan's skin. Everything combined inside her, her hips bucking against him as her body threatened to give out, but she was trying to hold herself together that little bit longer. Her hand slid over his chest, and she caught his lips in another kiss as she lasted two more thrusts before her body trembled with force, and she gripped his arms until her knuckles were white while the orgasm ripped through her.
Despite being close to exploding himself, Euan held off long enough to watch her come, using the sight and her pleasure and the way she was clutching him painfully to fuel that last bolt of arousal inside him and he came hard, forcing his hips forward so he was as deep inside her as he could be. His fingernails sunk into her arse and it felt like lights exploded behind his eyes. He was sure it was going to zap the last reserve of energy he had in him, but to fuck with it. It was a fucking awesome orgasm and the bonus was, he could breathe through his nose for the moment. He slumped back against the sofa in the wake of the climax, trying to catch his breath and feeling the sweat trickling down his face and chest. "Uh, why were you here again? It was Avon, was it?" he joked, opening his eyes a little to offer her a tired smirk as he wet his lips.
Gee started to laugh, still straddling Euan as she stayed where she was to catch her breath, and just bask in post-coital after glow. "Mm... yes. We're roadtesting the new Avon cure for colds. Extensive fucking, and mind-blowing orgasms. I might have to ask you a few questions from our survey to find out how you've found the experience." Gee slowly released her grip on him, and smoothed her hands down his arms. Her lips touched to his gently, not quite kissing him until her hands covered his on her arse, keeping them in place.
Euan let out a heavy breath in a rush and laughed, looking up at her with his eyebrow raised. "Aye, go for it. Just dinnae expect coherent answers." His skin felt like it was on fire and he thought if he moved, everything would start aching again, so he didn't. If there was any position he wanted to be stuck in, this was it. It really was a shame Vee's lay wouldn't appreciate this turn of events, because Euan was sure he could get used to just sitting like this, or maybe lying in bed while he died and she wiped his fevered brow in a sexy nurse's uniform.
Gee broke out into a grin, still laughing a little. "Maybe we can save it for later. I might need to come back for some secondary testing anyway. Assuming you'd let me." She ran her hand over his neck, before raising her hand to feel his temperature. The sex hadn't exactly been as quick as she'd imagined. In fact it had been intense, beyond deeply satisfying. She reluctantly sought out a clock to check the time. "Bugger. I wish I didn't have to move. You're lap is incredibly comfortable."
"Yours isn't all that bad either, love," Euan told her with another smirk. "I think I've melted into this chair. Luckily it's not suede." Compared to his face, her hand actually felt cool and his eyes fell closed briefly when she touched his forehead. Hopefully Vee still wasn't on her way home, he didn't want to have to try and awkwardly explain that he wasn't just running a temperature, but he was post-coital and it was fucking awesome.
"Mm... thank you." She pulled back a little to push his damp hair back. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and the flush across her skin. Not to mention the perspiration dripping down her back. It was going to be incredibly hard to explain her appearance to Matt without him jumping to the correct conclusion. She needed to make an escape, and she needed to make it soon. Only her body was limp, and she just wanted to stay where she was. "I'm moving," she announced, but didn't budge an inch, her head falling against his shoulder as she nipped gently at his skin.
"If you do, can you put my pants on so I can pass out with dignity?" Euan suggested, only half joking. He was roasting, and was tempted to take a cool shower, if he was sure he could trust his legs to hold him up. This wasn't fair, really. The first time in a long time he was happy to lie with a chick post-coitally and she had to fuck off. In fact, he was feeling so crap, maybe there was argument in having someone lie with you? It wasn't like he was used to this sort of thing, and it was pointless entertaining it because Vee would be back with her copper soon, and this wouldn't go down well at all.
"Do you want me to at least get you to bed?" Gee asked as she lifted her head, and looked at him. Her tongue darted out to wet her swollen lips, and at least moved enough to disconnect their bodies at the hips even if she wasn't off his lap entirely. "Might be easier for you to bullshit then." She realised there was going to have to be creativity on both their sides. "And try the soup. It's Italian, so it's good. Might even clear your sinuses that little bit extra." She kissed his lips softly and hummed in discontent. She really did need to move.
Euan nodded and tried to peel himself off the sofa. He was still sweating and normally he would have no aversion to that, but it was oppressive with the fire. "Aye, might be a good idea. This is giving a whole new meaning to chestnuts roasting on an open fire." He was stiff and massaged his shoulder to get some circulation back into it. He gave a huff of a laugh. "Fuck, I feel like crap. And just so you know, I never admit fucking shit like that to anyone, so if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you."
Gee smirked at him a little, and crossed her breast where her heart was. "Secret goes to my grave, sexy. I promise I'll never even mention it if we see each other again. I just wish I could stay and kiss it all better." She slid her arm around his middle after stooping to pick up his boxers. She'd worry about getting dressed again once she knew Euan was safely tucked in bed. It surprised her how easily she was willing to take care of him, but she blamed her mother for the nurturing streak. It had been an incredibly nice fuck, nothing more.
"I don't think either of us would want to explain it to your DS if you did." Euan was exhausted now, and felt like he could sleep for a week. Hopefully, if he timed it well, he could be unconscious by the time Vee and the bloke came home, so he wouldn't have to answer any questions. The thing was, there was going to need to be an explanation about the soup, because Euan figured the minute Vee realised he met Gee, she would cotton onto something and he would find himself in the midst of more questions he really didn't want to answer.
Gee didn't have to do much more than nudge Euan towards his bed for him to fall into it. She shifted the covers enough to cover his arse, but not before she drank in the sight and considered giving it a bite. She pushed her hair out of her face as she stooped to kiss his temple and smiled. "I dropped the soup off, but didn't stay. Fucked off before things got weird," she whispered, as if sensing what he was thinking about. "Now get some rest, Fitzpatrick. I'm not going to be the one to kill you."
Euan's eyes had already fallen closed and he smirked sleepily, holding up his thumb to indicate it was a perfect cover story. "Cheers, love," he murmured, opening his eyes just long enough to cop one last perve at her body. Shame it had to be a one-off thing, and he was still kind of bummed she couldn't stay. "Echinacea," was his last comment before it got too much to stay conscious. He had finally found a silver lining to being in London.
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