RP LOG | The joys of sex (with paramedically)
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Ali rested her head on Andrew's shoulder as they rode the elevator back up to their apartment. She analysed the fresh cast on her wrist with a tired smirk on her lips. "This is officially my first treatable sex injury," she declared. "How cool is that?"
"How many sex injuries have you had?" Andrew asked in amusement, his arm tucked around her waist with his cheek rested against her head. "And I feel the need to point out that I have a sex injury too? There was just no way I was going to let anyone in the ER know that." He took her arm into his hand and kissed her fingers.
Ali wriggled her fingers, tickling them across his nose. "None that matter as much as this one, gorgeous. You've got to write dirty things on my cast. That's a fiance's job, you know." She nudged her hip gently against his. "You bruised your butt. Yours might be hotter, butmine's cooler. Shame about the picnic table, but oh well. I'm feeling extremely cheated, you know. I get driven to the ER by a hot paramedic and I don't even get sirens or a flashy light."
"Weren't the fireworks of fucking on a picnic table that collapsed enough?" Andrew laughed. His plans to take Ali out for some 'fresh air' had turned into quite a night. He had booked a table at Ali's favourite restaurant for dinner and then surprised her with one of those cheesy horse and cart rides through Central Park. It was cheesy, but that's why he did it, so they could have a laugh about it. Which they did. They laughed all night and then stopped in front of a busker on the walk home, slow dancing on the sidewalk just for the fuck of it. James had offered to take Jamie for the night and drop her home to them on his way to work the next morning. Andrew had been more than grateful, already starting to see Jamesin a new like without the heavy taint of Marcus Fraser.
When they got home, they were literally all over each other, clothes torn off and strewn around the apartment in a heated attempt to get it on as quickly as they damn well could. They ended up in a passionate, naked embrace on the balcony with Ali demanding Andrew take her right there, right then on the picnic table. Of course, he had no objections and did just that. They couldn't get enough of each other, but it seemed fate wanted to intervene, and the table collapsed underneath them from the force of their escapades. Ali was going to let nothing short of a tsunami stop them, though and after some quick breathless enquires that each were okay, kept right on going from where they left off all the way to a steamy climax.
It was only after the fact that they realised how swept up in each other they had been. Sweaty and sated, Andrew had asked Ali again if she was okay and she sheepishly admitted that her wrist was killing her. It didn't take long for the paramedic to realise it could well be a break and despite her protests that she wasn't done with him yet, coaxed her to the ER at Mount Sinai where they x-rayed, confirmed a broken wrist, and put it in a cast. Ali was just glad it was her left hand she would still have the luxury of getting her good hand down his pants the minute they got home.
"Hmm, no. I'm pretty sure I could still go another round. How about the shower?" Ali suggested, pressing soft kisses up the side of his throat. Maybe it was the painkillers talking, or just how cathartic it was to have the night alone with Andrew just laughing and enjoying themselves. She was addicted to him and she wasn't sure she had ever felt this in love with anyone in her entire life. Not even Mark. It was like she had finally found everything she was looking for without even know she had wanted it... or let herself believe she deserved. She was actually truly, honest to god, getting married, and now it wasn't as terrifying a prospect as she always thought it would be. Just like motherhood, which she wouldn't swap for the world now. Her baby was the best thing in her life she ever did; she was part of her now and wouldn't be able to live without her. She was suspecting more and more, too, that Andrew was becoming just as vital to her as her daughter. They were her family, and her lifepre -pregnancy now seemed like nothing a large gaping hole of solitary loneliness that she had no interest in returning to. "We got pretty carried, didn't we?"
"We did," Andrew agreed with a soft exhalation at the feel of her lips brushing against his skin. He tilted his head back for maximum effect cupped her arse with his hand, squeezing it gently. "Shower sex is no fun with a cast. What about the bed? Nice, slow... we can take our time, maybe waste some of that whipped cream in the fridge..."
Ali kissed up to his jaw, smiling against his freshly-shaven skin. "Mm, I like the way you think, Andrew Connor," she murmured, kissing the corner of his lips. "Will you marry me?" she teased, clearly having a broken wrist doing nothing to dilute her happy mood.
"Yes, I think I might," Andrew teased back and caught her lips with his own in a deep, hungry kiss. His body had started to respond to her attentions from the get go and now he just had to agree with her, getting naked all over again really was a wonderful idea. The elevator dinged at their floor and he had to reluctantly break the kissing, tugging her forward to follow him out. "You look hot when you're drugged and horny," he laugh.
Ali pointed to him with a smirk, sliding her god hand down over his hip and giving him a possessive squeeze through his jeans. "You're just saying that because you want in my knickers," she purred. "The knickers I never got to put back on after you literally pounded me into the picnic table..."
Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "You aren't wearing any knickers?" he asked, the tip of his tongue coming to rest on his lower lip eagerly. "You went to the ER with no knickers?" It was all it took for him not to take her up against the wall of the hallway at just that little piece of knowledge. All he had to do was lift her dress up... He was so going to hell, but what a damn fine trip down there.
"I'm a firm believer in less is more," Ali returned, holding his gaze as she tucked her hands around his collar and walked backwards towards their apartment. "I want you to go down on me. I haven't had nearly enough of that glorious tongue today." As if to emphasise, she pulled him into a searing kiss, pressing him up against the wall beside their door.
Andrew growled in his throat, kissing her back like there was no tomorrow. But he pulled out of it, panting heavily for breath. "Wait, wait. Bed. No more injuries tonight," he said huskily, fumbling to get his keys out of his pocket.
Ali leant against the wall, trailing her tongue slowly across her lips, swollen from the urgent kiss. She walked her fingers up her side and touched her own breast, eyes planted on his. "Sure you wanna wait?" she teased and moved her hand lower to start tugging the hem of her dress up.
Andrew had the door unlocked in a snap, wondering how the hell he wasn't drooling or coming in his jeans by now. "You're going to kill me," he growled, catching her in his arms with another desperate kiss and kicked the door closed behind them.
Ali rested her head on Andrew's shoulder as they rode the elevator back up to their apartment. She analysed the fresh cast on her wrist with a tired smirk on her lips. "This is officially my first treatable sex injury," she declared. "How cool is that?"
"How many sex injuries have you had?" Andrew asked in amusement, his arm tucked around her waist with his cheek rested against her head. "And I feel the need to point out that I have a sex injury too? There was just no way I was going to let anyone in the ER know that." He took her arm into his hand and kissed her fingers.
Ali wriggled her fingers, tickling them across his nose. "None that matter as much as this one, gorgeous. You've got to write dirty things on my cast. That's a fiance's job, you know." She nudged her hip gently against his. "You bruised your butt. Yours might be hotter, butmine's cooler. Shame about the picnic table, but oh well. I'm feeling extremely cheated, you know. I get driven to the ER by a hot paramedic and I don't even get sirens or a flashy light."
"Weren't the fireworks of fucking on a picnic table that collapsed enough?" Andrew laughed. His plans to take Ali out for some 'fresh air' had turned into quite a night. He had booked a table at Ali's favourite restaurant for dinner and then surprised her with one of those cheesy horse and cart rides through Central Park. It was cheesy, but that's why he did it, so they could have a laugh about it. Which they did. They laughed all night and then stopped in front of a busker on the walk home, slow dancing on the sidewalk just for the fuck of it. James had offered to take Jamie for the night and drop her home to them on his way to work the next morning. Andrew had been more than grateful, already starting to see Jamesin a new like without the heavy taint of Marcus Fraser.
When they got home, they were literally all over each other, clothes torn off and strewn around the apartment in a heated attempt to get it on as quickly as they damn well could. They ended up in a passionate, naked embrace on the balcony with Ali demanding Andrew take her right there, right then on the picnic table. Of course, he had no objections and did just that. They couldn't get enough of each other, but it seemed fate wanted to intervene, and the table collapsed underneath them from the force of their escapades. Ali was going to let nothing short of a tsunami stop them, though and after some quick breathless enquires that each were okay, kept right on going from where they left off all the way to a steamy climax.
It was only after the fact that they realised how swept up in each other they had been. Sweaty and sated, Andrew had asked Ali again if she was okay and she sheepishly admitted that her wrist was killing her. It didn't take long for the paramedic to realise it could well be a break and despite her protests that she wasn't done with him yet, coaxed her to the ER at Mount Sinai where they x-rayed, confirmed a broken wrist, and put it in a cast. Ali was just glad it was her left hand she would still have the luxury of getting her good hand down his pants the minute they got home.
"Hmm, no. I'm pretty sure I could still go another round. How about the shower?" Ali suggested, pressing soft kisses up the side of his throat. Maybe it was the painkillers talking, or just how cathartic it was to have the night alone with Andrew just laughing and enjoying themselves. She was addicted to him and she wasn't sure she had ever felt this in love with anyone in her entire life. Not even Mark. It was like she had finally found everything she was looking for without even know she had wanted it... or let herself believe she deserved. She was actually truly, honest to god, getting married, and now it wasn't as terrifying a prospect as she always thought it would be. Just like motherhood, which she wouldn't swap for the world now. Her baby was the best thing in her life she ever did; she was part of her now and wouldn't be able to live without her. She was suspecting more and more, too, that Andrew was becoming just as vital to her as her daughter. They were her family, and her lifepre -pregnancy now seemed like nothing a large gaping hole of solitary loneliness that she had no interest in returning to. "We got pretty carried, didn't we?"
"We did," Andrew agreed with a soft exhalation at the feel of her lips brushing against his skin. He tilted his head back for maximum effect cupped her arse with his hand, squeezing it gently. "Shower sex is no fun with a cast. What about the bed? Nice, slow... we can take our time, maybe waste some of that whipped cream in the fridge..."
Ali kissed up to his jaw, smiling against his freshly-shaven skin. "Mm, I like the way you think, Andrew Connor," she murmured, kissing the corner of his lips. "Will you marry me?" she teased, clearly having a broken wrist doing nothing to dilute her happy mood.
"Yes, I think I might," Andrew teased back and caught her lips with his own in a deep, hungry kiss. His body had started to respond to her attentions from the get go and now he just had to agree with her, getting naked all over again really was a wonderful idea. The elevator dinged at their floor and he had to reluctantly break the kissing, tugging her forward to follow him out. "You look hot when you're drugged and horny," he laugh.
Ali pointed to him with a smirk, sliding her god hand down over his hip and giving him a possessive squeeze through his jeans. "You're just saying that because you want in my knickers," she purred. "The knickers I never got to put back on after you literally pounded me into the picnic table..."
Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "You aren't wearing any knickers?" he asked, the tip of his tongue coming to rest on his lower lip eagerly. "You went to the ER with no knickers?" It was all it took for him not to take her up against the wall of the hallway at just that little piece of knowledge. All he had to do was lift her dress up... He was so going to hell, but what a damn fine trip down there.
"I'm a firm believer in less is more," Ali returned, holding his gaze as she tucked her hands around his collar and walked backwards towards their apartment. "I want you to go down on me. I haven't had nearly enough of that glorious tongue today." As if to emphasise, she pulled him into a searing kiss, pressing him up against the wall beside their door.
Andrew growled in his throat, kissing her back like there was no tomorrow. But he pulled out of it, panting heavily for breath. "Wait, wait. Bed. No more injuries tonight," he said huskily, fumbling to get his keys out of his pocket.
Ali leant against the wall, trailing her tongue slowly across her lips, swollen from the urgent kiss. She walked her fingers up her side and touched her own breast, eyes planted on his. "Sure you wanna wait?" she teased and moved her hand lower to start tugging the hem of her dress up.
Andrew had the door unlocked in a snap, wondering how the hell he wasn't drooling or coming in his jeans by now. "You're going to kill me," he growled, catching her in his arms with another desperate kiss and kicked the door closed behind them.