for striker_eureka

[suoxi]

(( continuing from here ))

Inara, true to her word, arrives at his door the next morning. She's better prepared to meet Max this time; she has a pouch of treats that she has acquired, and the dress is cotton - easier to clean - as opposed to silk.

She taps on the door, and waits.

Comments

/does this first

[suoxi]

The combination of that and his fingers sliding over her? It has her pulling in a ragged gasp of shock as well as causing her hips to jerk flush against his. It probably disrupts his flow, but...she can't really help it.

/flings self into bed

[striker_eureka]

Oh yes, he likes it when she does that. As should be made clear by the way he does it again. Who cares about flow, he wants to make her gasp and whimper and squirm.

His hand curls around the back of her neck and he pulls her down for a kiss, licking past her lips and moaning into her mouth as his hand works steadily between her thighs. Come now, Inara, don't hold back.

/drags out of bed

[suoxi]

So long as he doesn't mind the flow falters, she doesn't either.

She utters a quiet swear and shudders again, body trembling with every stroke of his fingers and thrust of hips. When he does things like that?

Won't take much longer at all.

nooooo /tries to crawl back in

[striker_eureka]

That's the idea. He wants to feel her clench and flutter around him, wants to feel her tremble in his arms, before he lets himself give in to the tingling at the base of his spine. No, no, no. That will come later.

First, this.

NO /keeps

[suoxi]

Are you sure, Hercules? Because Inara would really like for him to lose his mind along with her. Might be why she's trying - failing - to hold it back while she moves over top of him, muscles constructing around him, encasing his clock in tight, wet heat.

/pouts forever

[striker_eureka]

He groans, trying to keep himself together, his fingers digging into the back of her neck as he thrusts up into her.

"C'mon, love," he growls, nibbling on her lip. "Let go for me."

/resolute

[suoxi]

...damn you, Hercules.

She follows the order with a cry, arching over him and digging her fingers into his skin wherever she can gain hold. Her breathing is erratic, and she peaks for him sharply then slowly comes down, still shivering in pleasure.

/inches back towards bed

[striker_eureka]

God, she's magnificent. Hercules prides himself on control, but in the face of that? Well, it's a herculean — pardon the pun — effort that even he can't keep up.

He follows her quickly, bucking up against her with a shout, muscles standing out in sharp relief as the all clench involuntarily.

NEIN

[suoxi]

Good.

She feels him lose control right after her and she rides him on through it, eventually going slack atop him, forehead resting against his.

j-just a little??

[striker_eureka]

She's sweaty and a little heavy now that she's relaxed, but she feels so damn good slumped across his chest that he can't bring himself to complain.

Instead he just strokes his hands up her sides, panting quietly against her lips, just enjoying the moment.

negative 8]

[suoxi]

Eventually, she slides him free of her before he goes too soft, but she doesn't dislodge herself from her position atop him. Instead, she closes her eyes and enjoys her post sexual bliss in peace, gently kissing him on his cheek, nose, then lips.

[striker_eureka]

He's more than happy to wrap his arms around her and just hold on as she gets comfortable, smiling as she peppers his face with kisses. This is nice.

He tells her as much, giving in to the urge to rub the tip of his nose against hers.

[suoxi]

It's more than nice.

She's going to continue the sweetness of it until she completely slides off of him, pressing in warm against his side until she falls asleep.

She can deal with the complications that will surely arise in the morning but for now...she simply wants to savor what it is like to be with a man because she felt like it, and not because she had an appointment to keep.

[striker_eureka]

It's been a very long time since Herc has slept with another body in his bed, but it's surprisingly easy to get used to, if the way he drifts off is any indication.

His customary nightmares thankfully take the day off, or at least, if they don't, they're not bad enough to send him clawing his way to consciousness with a scream caught in his throat. Instead, he spends his night sleeping with a face full of dark curls, and smooth limbs tangled with his own.