[Her breathing catches when his hands start to drift, and she lays back readily, trying to tug him down with her. She breaks the kiss again, this time dipping down to press her lips against his neck, teeth grazing softly against his skin. It's getting blessedly hard to think about anything other than pressing as close to him as possible, and she can hear her breathing getting a little ragged.]
[That's good. He hisses at the teeth against his neck, far more into the possibility of pain than he'll ever admit. She's underneath him, beautiful as can be, and he's intoxicated.]
[His mind brushes over the fact that, in this house, there's a sink with robes he was washing blood out of. He killed a man, before he brought Kate here. And he, honestly, doesn't care. It spurs him on, gives him a morbid feeling of delight that he's here, alive, ready to make love to a girl he's adored for so long.]
[He's pressing his hips against her now, already clearly aroused judging by the slight bulge in his pants. Steinbeck moves a hand up around her breast, rubbing against her nipple in slow, gentle circles.]
[If Kate were thinking clearly, she'd say they shouldn't be doing this. There's too much going on, too many people to help with the Company running rampant through their city, but in this moment, she wants him more than she wants anything else. Maybe it took a concussion and a near death experience to get them here, but she's not going to squander it.
She wants to hear that reaction again, so she nips at the skin of his shoulder this time, still gentle and experimental but far more confident. Then he's pressing his hips into hers and his hand is on her breast, and it coaxes a moan out of her, more needy than she expected it to sound. Kate slides her hands down, hooks her thumbs under the waistband of his pants.]
[There's a growl at the edge of his voice as he removes the hand from her breast to reach down, unzipping his fly and pushing his pants and underwear down. He shifts back momentarily to pull them both off before moving back over her.]
[He bends down for another kiss, lowering his body down in an effort to get as much contact and closeness as possible. His voice is low, needy:]
[She kisses him back hungrily, one hand sliding up to tangle in his hair, instinctively leaning up to kiss him again when he pulls away to talk. Their lips just barely brush before she stops herself and smirks up at him.]
What are you waiting for?
[Well, for her pants to be off, probably. Kate reaches down to shove her jeans over her hips, wiggling out of them as best she can without pulling herself out from underneath him, because she can't quite catch her breath and that loss of contact is almost unthinkable right now. Once she manages to kick them off, she tangles her legs with his, her hips rocking up thoughtlessly to grind into him as she leans up to kiss him again.]
[The longer he goes without touching her, the more he feels like he's going to go out of his mind. She finally pulls her own pants off and he's more than happy to return the favor by jerking his hips up against hers, returning the kiss with a passionate fervor. He then pauses, shifting himself down to press his tip against her entrance, teasingly.]
I said I wanted you real bad. Do you want me, Kate?
[He reaches back a hand to slide from her hip down her inner thigh, eyes filled with lust. All she needs to say is the magic word.]
[Of course he has to tease her. Her breathing hitches, and she can't help but shudder when his hand trails down, close but not nearly close enough. Her hips shift up instinctively, thighs parting as she digs her fingernails into his back without thinking.]
Yes.
[It comes out quiet and rough, a needy edge to her tone.]
[Is all he'll say before he decides to stop messing around - he lines himself up and starts to press his way inside slowly.]
You're so- [He can't even get the words out - he groans as he keeps going, only stopping when he feels he can't move any more. He takes a brief moment to just take in the sensations with a certain victorious bliss, kissing her deeply on the lips with a pleased expression.] You feel so good.
Let's go, now. [He'll start slow, hissing as he pulls out before pushing in, just happy to just take his time. This is a special moment. He wants to savor it.]
[He breaks the kiss again and Kate is too caught up in the sensation of him inside her to reply. She knows whatever she says at this point will sound less than intelligent, so she buries her face in his neck, kissing down to his shoulder. Kate lets out a quiet, encouraging moan when he starts to thrust, her hips rocking up to match his movement, nails still digging into his skin. She's fine with this pace—it's intoxicating, makes her ache for more in the best possible way.]
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[His mind brushes over the fact that, in this house, there's a sink with robes he was washing blood out of. He killed a man, before he brought Kate here. And he, honestly, doesn't care. It spurs him on, gives him a morbid feeling of delight that he's here, alive, ready to make love to a girl he's adored for so long.]
[He's pressing his hips against her now, already clearly aroused judging by the slight bulge in his pants. Steinbeck moves a hand up around her breast, rubbing against her nipple in slow, gentle circles.]
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She wants to hear that reaction again, so she nips at the skin of his shoulder this time, still gentle and experimental but far more confident. Then he's pressing his hips into hers and his hand is on her breast, and it coaxes a moan out of her, more needy than she expected it to sound. Kate slides her hands down, hooks her thumbs under the waistband of his pants.]
Get these off already.
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[There's a growl at the edge of his voice as he removes the hand from her breast to reach down, unzipping his fly and pushing his pants and underwear down. He shifts back momentarily to pull them both off before moving back over her.]
[He bends down for another kiss, lowering his body down in an effort to get as much contact and closeness as possible. His voice is low, needy:]
I want you so bad, Kate.
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What are you waiting for?
[Well, for her pants to be off, probably. Kate reaches down to shove her jeans over her hips, wiggling out of them as best she can without pulling herself out from underneath him, because she can't quite catch her breath and that loss of contact is almost unthinkable right now. Once she manages to kick them off, she tangles her legs with his, her hips rocking up thoughtlessly to grind into him as she leans up to kiss him again.]
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I said I wanted you real bad. Do you want me, Kate?
[He reaches back a hand to slide from her hip down her inner thigh, eyes filled with lust. All she needs to say is the magic word.]
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Yes.
[It comes out quiet and rough, a needy edge to her tone.]
I've wanted you for months. Please.
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[Ah, that's exactly what he wanted to hear.]
Months, huh? I feel flattered.
[Is all he'll say before he decides to stop messing around - he lines himself up and starts to press his way inside slowly.]
You're so- [He can't even get the words out - he groans as he keeps going, only stopping when he feels he can't move any more. He takes a brief moment to just take in the sensations with a certain victorious bliss, kissing her deeply on the lips with a pleased expression.] You feel so good.
Let's go, now. [He'll start slow, hissing as he pulls out before pushing in, just happy to just take his time. This is a special moment. He wants to savor it.]
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