She can shift, she can sway, and bend like a willow

[syl_thorn]

Head's killin' me. Fuckin' throbbin' s'damn hard can't b'lieve act'ally managed t'sleep. Too damn much t'drink las' night pretty damn clearly. Leas's nice'n dim in'ere, 'n th'bed's good'n warm

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[tezcatl_ipoca]

Too much light coming through the canvas. Don't think it's just because I'm hungover; reckon it's starting to wear thin. Probably start leaking, come the winter.

Syl's long and warm and strong against my front, her hair brushing my face. She smells of sex and sweat and yesterday's booze, and a little of herbs and smoke. All of it familiar; we've staggered home drunk together enough times, one or the other or both of us smelling of someone else's sex. Never done it together, though.

Wonder a bit if it was a mistake. Had a soft spot for Syl for a long time, and over the years I've learned better than this. This is where it starts going wrong, every damn time.

But fuck, she smells good. Her breathing's light and uneven, awake, and I shift a little against her and nuzzle into her hair.

[syl_thorn]

Think'e's awake now. Feel'm pull me closer, warm breathin' in m'hair. An'....well, one parta'im's awake, at any rate. Feels like'e ain't regrettin' what happened neither, annat's good. Been wit' too many damn folk who've gotten all weepy 'n wailin' 'n "This was a mistake, oh God, you have to go," come mornin'. Gotten right sickovvit, I have. S'only a big deal if'n ya make it a big deal, t'my waya thinkin'.

Reach 'round b'hind me'n stroke m'hand uppis hip, "Hey you. G'mornin'."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Her hand slides up my hip. I remember that warm roughness from last night, other places than my hip. Give me a bit to wake up and I reckon I might be good to go again. I'd normally figure waking up counts as the same night, but it can make it a bit trickier to extricate yourself later on. Syl's a sensible girl, and we've been friends a long time now. Don't want to mess up what we do have.

Put my hand over hers. "Morning." Can't help dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder despite myself.

[syl_thorn]

Feel'im take m'hand. We's taken t'holdin' hands sometimes when we's headin' home. Ain't no real reason why, jes' felt like th'thin' t'do. "Morning," 'e says. An'e kisses m'shoulder. Hell, tha's nice right there. Even th'fellas that didn' start weepin' 'n wailin' usu'lly didn' keep wit' th'kissin'. More like, "Oh, you're up. Your clothes are over there, coffee's on the stove and you can find the door, right?". Ain't nothin' wrong wit'at; least they's d'rect. Bu'this's right nice.

Can't helpit. Snuggle back 'gainst'im an' oh, yeah, somebody's ready t'go 'gain. Either that'r 's mornin' wood, bu' tha' c'n get turned inta bein' ready right easy. Jes' hope 'e don't get all weird on me once'e wakes up all th'way. Seen Tez gettimself inta some screwy situations where sex's concerned.

Wriggle back 'gainst'im an' turn m'head so's I c'n kissim proper. Tastes kinda like mornin'n stale booze, bu'tha's okay. S'an acquired taste. Reach b'hind'im an dig m'nails inta'is ass. 'f'm rememberin' right, 'e liked a bitta nails.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

She yanks me up by the hair, all easy strength, and ow, fuck, that hurt and suddenly I'm really fucking hard. "Syl, Syl..." between kisses, and her body firm under me. Now I want to be in her, but her hands are still locked in my hair and I groan a little into her mouth because shit, she keeps this up, her lips hard and tongue shoving into my mouth like she was fucking me, and I'm going to come. "Please..."

[syl_thorn]

This's good too, makin'im shiver'n moan like'is. Feel'im tryin' t'squirm 'round, but'e's lettin' me call th'shots now, lettin' me holdim still 'gainst m'mouth. C'n feelis hips jerkin', dick twitchin' 'n jumpin' 'gainst m'thigh. "Syl. Syl...Please..."

Oh, hell, ain't nothin' like a fella beggin' t'make me wet. Really ain't.

Get th'timin' right. Get one hand in b'tween us, take holda him. Arch m'hips up 'til I c'n feel'im right at m'cunt an' get m'legs 'round 'is hips. An'en bite down hard onnis lip same time's m'legs grip him an' pullim way down deep inta me, an'I yowl 'round th'bloody lip in m'mouth.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Fuck.

Nearly do come when she sets her teeth in my lip and bites down and pulls me into her all at the same time, blood springing up salty. Don't remember much of what we managed last night before we both passed out, but I'm pretty sure I'm have remembered if - shit, she's got her nails in my back, digging deep and deeper.

Snarl a bit into her mouth and try to nip at her tongue, canting my hips to get as deep as I can. Can't get a hand between us so I settle for rubbing up against her as I pull out a bit and slide back in again, hot and wet and yeah, this was a good decision - Find my rhythm after a couple of thrusts, lip smarting and blood in both our mouths. Oh, yes.

[syl_thorn]

"Oh, fuck yeah," groanat into'is mouth, hear him growl at me an' feel teeth snappin' fer m'tongue. Lettim catchit, jes' ferra minute, jes' cuz I can. Whole time 'e's shovin' in'n outta me, first few's jes' jerks, then'e settles t'a steady beat. Aw, fuck, he's rubbin'is hips 'gainst mine, tryin' t'make me come. Prob'ly won't work, usu'lly takes mouth 'r hand fer me, but sure do 'ppreciate th'thought. An' this'll do me jes' fine, really, already came once, an' fuckin' hard attat. This'll...

...aw, hell, Tez ain't got th'biggest dick I ever seen, bu's got th'angle right now an'e's pushin' real fuckin' deep every time...got m'nails set innis back, c'n taste blood when'I gnaw attis neck. "Come on, you bastard, fuck me harder."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

...What am I meant to say? That I'm disturbed because she wasn't - what? Sad, pissed? Bothered in the slightest?

"Just thought you wanted us to get together, and I turned you down.... Wanted to be sure you were okay."

[syl_thorn]

Lookin' at me al shifty, shufflin' 'round on foot 'n stump. "Just thought you wanted us to get together, and I turned you down.... Wanted to be sure you were okay."

Oh fer fuck's sake... "Tez, I ain't fifteen. Ain't some moony girl chasin' after ya all calf-eyed. Hadda nice li'l night'n mornin', ya said ya didn' wanna keep runnin' wit'it. Ye're allowed. Ain't gonna get upset 'boutat."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"Tez, I ain't fifteen. Ain't some moony girl chasin' after ya all calf-eyed. Hadda nice li'l night'n mornin', ya said ya didn' wanna keep runnin' wit'it. Ye're allowed. Ain't gonna get upset 'boutat."

Look up at her. Strangest damn woman I ever met. "That's...good." So why doesn't it feel good; why does it leave me flat, stale as old coffee? "Look, can I come in?" Don't want to stand out here where anyone can come by. Hell of a conversation to have in front of folks.

[syl_thorn]

"That's...good." 'e says.

Okay....so why's 'e still standin'ere?

"Look, can I come in?"

Shrug, close th'window 'n go 'round t'th'door. "Okay, Tez. What the hell's up wit'is?" Says I after we get 'rselves settled in.