Dax and May: To Their Room

[_dax]

Dax led May quietly out of the hospital, passing by a boy carrying a rather sickly looking girl going in, turning just a bit to stare as they went by. His attention was quickly turned to May, giving her a tiny smile, "What a messed up night this has turned out to be," he told her with a bit of a heavy sigh, stress coming across thickly. As they got

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[tribal_may]

May was happy to finally be leaving the Hospital, the day at been eventful enough to fill several days, but was somehow jammed into one. Her eyes went wide as the strange boy carrying a girl walked past them into the hospital. Wow, they look as beat up as she did. At Dax’s words, all she could do was nod and agree with him. “ Yeah, I’m ready to just be done with everyone else in the world.. Well everyone but you.” She could see the stress all over his body, and it made her own body tense. He was a big man, a strong man and it took a lot to get to him like this. It was good that he got the night off. As they passed the café, she glanced to see the clean-up already in process

[_dax]

Licking his bottom lip as she offered him a massage, his eyes narrowing playfully at her choice of words, Dax's hands moved from her hips, down her dress to a particular place, grasping her a bit firmly in his hands to get across the message that he liked that idea. Letting go, he simply moved his hand to hers and turned to walk off to their room, "Yeah, I think, a massage before dessert would be fantastic, and you know, I bet you have a few kinks of your own I could work out," he offered quietly as they walked along the corridor towards the Office Complex. The idea of her soft and tender flesh in his large hands, working out the knots he knew she had after the morning she'd encountered, all while she worked out the knots tonight had built up in his shoulders and back, yeah. Or maybe it was just the thought of the two of them naked and rubbing each other

[tribal_may]

She was getting the reaction that she had thought he would give her after we invite to massaging. The way he moves his hands down from her hips didn’t really click with that his next move would be, but when his hands touched her once again, she could help but realize a soft sigh, as she raised her body up, standing on her tip toes for a moment. The look on her face was one of surprise. His hand moved again, and she was almost afraid of where he would place it this time. Not like she was completely against P.D.A, but she never went as far as to grab him in public. It just didn’t seem like something he would do. She was assured when he placed his hand into hers and lead her towards the Office Complex. “ Yeah, my kinks… they would use a work out.” She smirked at the thoughts she knew where going through his head, and how they matched her own. His big hands moving over her body, making her body relax under her only to tighten her back up after, was an appealing thought

[_dax]

His mouth hung open as she grabbed his butt, a wicked smile crossing his lips, knowing what was to come next, anticipation building, feeling the chase coming on. He closed the door and leaned against it, his hand inconspicuously reaching over to lock the handle, watching with a cocked eyebrow as she leaned over to untie her boots. So many wickedly bad thoughts coursed through his mind, and he almost felt like he couldn't just stand here and do nothing

[tribal_may]

The smile never left her lips as she took her time in undoing her boots. Pulling each lace loose individually in order to give Dax a good show. She loved to tease him, to make him want more from her. A part of her thought she needed to keep it entertaining, otherwise Dax would loose interest in her. Sometimes, she wondered if that was why Pride had left her. She wasn’t as interesting as other girls. She shook the thought from her head, as she stood back up to find Dax pressed against her. His lips locked onto the fair skin that was her neck, sucking that caused shivers to run through out her body. An lowly moan slipped through her lips. Her hands moving to hug his arms around her

[_dax]

The more relaxed he realized she was, the easier Dax was able to give in to what he was feeling, to completely indulge and stop all thoughts of doubt that threatened to course through his subconscious mind. As the zipper reached the end of it's trail, her dress relaxed around the lower half of her frame and his hand trailed up to the top of her dress, the back of his forefinger tracing the line of her spine ever so gently as it sought out it's treasure. There, around her neck, he found a simple clasp, working with one hand to quickly undo it, and her top nearly just fell down. His arm around her waist, however, moved up and caught it, his right hand cupping her left breast, his lips moving from her shoulder and back up her neck