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[It's been a long, full day of walking, and by the time they reach the house, Alfie is ready to be inside. There's rarely heat in any of these buildings, and the cold permeates them enough that it's never fully warm even behind closed doors - but it's at least warmer, and without the biting wind. He sheds his coat and kicks off his boots, and turns to Fiona.]

I'll check the upstairs if you check downstairs.

[It's a system they've developed, for the nights that they're together - they split the search of the house so that it'll go quicker. Each has learned what items, tidbits, and clues the other might be interested in, and they'll take note of them for each other, to share when the search is done. Over time, they've both come to trust each other not to keep things hidden - and not to steal from each other. Alfie never thinks twice anymore about swinging his pack off his shoulder and leaving it unattended with her downstairs.]

Looks like a big house. Could save some of the searching for tomorrow.

[He always likes to do a once-over to look for any dangers or unexpected surprises, but in-depth supply searches are better done when they've had some rest - especially on the days like today, when his back has been bothering him for miles.]

Tired, Fiona?

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[Oh, look at that. Fiona helps him push his coat off the rest of the way, letting out a pleased hum as she runs her hands down his arms.]

[He gives a few more quick, rough thrusts upwards, then tugs her tight against him and brings them into a roll, keeping his hips still so he won't slide out of her. The change in sensation gets a grunt out of him, and he leans in to kiss her again, giving a long, low moan as he thrusts into her more easily from the top.]

[That's exactly what she needed. She deepens the kiss, her hands sliding down to his hips as she starts to move more quickly, trying to guide him to hit just the right angle. She manages it and arches up to press closer, gasping against him as he continues to thrust. One hand slips up to tangle into his hair, but she's getting lost in this now, and her fingers tug, half inadvertently.]

[This is good. This is nice, and much better on his back. If it goes on for too long, he thinks he'll have to roll them again and just let her ride him, but for now he can very much be an active participant. He lets her guide his hips, and he moves his hands off of hers, going to snake them up her shirt instead. He lets his thrusts go on autopilot for a moment, smooth and rhythmic, as he puts his focus into the kissing, opening his mouth to her.]

[She might make him roll over in a second, anyway, because this feels a little too much like doing nothing for her, even if his next thrust coaxes another moan out of her before he's kissing her again. Fiona shifts again, wrapping her legs around his waist so that he can thrust deeper, her breathing already getting a bit erratic as she shudders.]

[He breaks the kiss with a nip to her lower lip, then goes to kiss down her neck, driving into her harder as well as deeper. Why yes, he is definitely trying to coax out more of those moans.]

[Well, it's definitely working, because she moans again, louder this time, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He kisses down her neck and she lets out a shaky sort of breath, her voice still low and rough.]

God, Alfie.

[Alright, he's allowed to be smug this time. He's earning it.]

[Now he's grinning against her neck, and this is totally going to be brought up the next time you want to tease him for something, Fiona. He smoothes a hand over her bare stomach, then reaches a little higher under her shirt.]

Getting there?

[He's not that far off himself, but he's making sure he waits for her.]

[She nods, hands sliding back to his shoulders as she pushes him back a bit.]

Turn over.

[He obliges, wrapping an arm around her to keep her close again.]

[It takes a little doing, but they manage it. She can't quite straddle him like she really wants to, considering they're both fully clothed, but the new angle is enough for her to bury her face against his neck, stifling another noise as she rolls her hips into his.]

[His answering groan is louder, unmuffled and heady in the empty room as he snaps his hips up to meet her. He keeps trailing kisses down her neck, the only skin exposed to him, and mutters something that might be her name.]

[She's close already, her breathing quick and erratic, and the way he thrusts up into her and maybe mumbles her name is all it takes to push her over the edge. Fiona shudders, crying out as her fingers dig into him again and she struggles to keep herself grounded, riding out the release against him.]

[He keeps it up for a few more ragged thrusts, and then lets himself go with a groan, sliding his fingers into her hair and gripping at her scalp. Slowly, he winds down, going boneless against the mattress and making no move to get her off of him.

When he's had a few moments to catch his breath, he grins at her and murmurs in a teasing imitation of her voice:]

Oh, Alfie, Alfie...

[She doesn't make any effort to move, herself, except to drape herself over him lazily, eyes slipping closed as she struggles to catch her breath. Now she's sleepy, exhaustion combining with flagging energy just from coming down from that high.

And then Alfie has to ruin it.]

Ughhh. Shut up. I'm never letting you touch me again.

[He just chuckles, smoothing over her cheek with his thumb and closing his eyes. YOU LOVE IT, FIONA.]

[Fiona swats his hand away playfully, then curls up against him, burying her face in his shoulder.]

You love it when I say your name, anyway.

[SMUG AS FUCK.]

Music to my fucking ears.

[He rests his chin on the top of her head, letting out a satisfied sigh.]

Better be.

[Fiona says it sleepily, half dozing off already.]

[He's not far behind. He gives her hair a light nuzzle, sighs again, and then goes quiet and still, just drifting.]

[Fiona drifts off but only manages to sleep for about a half hour. Then she's awake again, still physically exhausted but not at all tired. She tries to lay still for a while, eyes closed, but gives up when she starts feeling too fidgety. Finally, she starts to wiggle away from him, trying to disentangle herself without waking him up.]

[He stirs, wakes enough to realize that she's trying to get up, and lets her go. He zips his fly up belatedly and rolls over, planning to get some more sleep.]