wickedchouette | (no subject)

[She is surprised that he's not wearing anything under the robe, but the noise she makes is half surprised and half pleased as she does follow his lead, straddling his legs. She lets her hand wonder, taking her time - if he wants to stop her, he's got all the time to do so.]

[He definitely doesn't stop her, though he does pull the robe shut around her hand. Even with all the blankets, he doesn't want to let any cold in.]

[She pulls another blanket tighter around her shoulders, her free hand going back to his hair. The kiss has grown deep, tongues tangling. Her fingers brush against his nipple, smiling into the kiss.]

[Alfie is stuck between two impulses now. On the one hand, he's tired and worn out, and his back hurts. But on the other hand...

He pulls out of the kiss, moving his head back just enough to murmur against her lips.]

I've got condoms in my pack.

[She stops, still pressing her hand down on his chest. Still, she raises an eyebrow, even with heavy-lidded eyes.]

You sure?

[She knows it's probably a stupid question, but he's ill, and she is well aware of it.]

[He fingers the cuff of her shirt.]

MN poisoning isn't contagious.

Not what I meant, Alfie.

[Her words are good-natured, and she grins at him.]

Just don't want you to break on me. Or under me.

[Now, these words are said in a lower tone, a little breathless.]

Under might be a good idea.

[He's still playing with her collar.]

Walking wasn't kind on my back today.

[She wriggles her hips a little, just a tease.]

As long as you want to...

[he doesn't even bother trying to suppress the little groan that that elicits.]

My pack--

Yeah.

[She drops a kiss on his lips before untangling herself from him. She keeps a blanket but makes sure he's still covered, then stands and goes to his backpack. She doesn't really to go through it herself so she leaves it by his side on the bed, while she sits to take off her boots.]

[He fishes into it without getting up - he knows where the condoms are. Pulling out one of the little squares, he gets to work pulling it open. They're not much like the condoms he's used to at home, so he's careful with it, not wanting to accidentally rip something he shouldn't.]

[Her boots off, she turns back to Alfie, shifting closer and rearranging herself back under the blankets, by his side. She reaches over, sliding her hand into his robe again, flat against his stomach, inching down, no rush in her movements.]

[He gives her another little tug, but it's slight; he doesn't want to interfere with that excellent move her hand is making right now. And in response, he snakes his own hand down there too, searching for some kind of clasp on her pants.]

There's a button and a zipper - [She tilts her hips towards his hands, leaning in to kiss him. Her own hand is still exploring, relishing in the feeling of skin.]

[He chases her mouth with his again, popping open the button easily and then fiddling with the zipper - taking his time, teasing.]

[She groans lightly, and shifts into him, just as she slips her hand past the waistband of his underwear. She takes him in hand, biting lightly on his bottom lip.]

[He's only half-hard - the cold doesn't help things - but his dick twitches when she touches it, showing definite signs of life.]

There's a hole in the fabric, in the front.

[Leave his underwear on, please; it's freezing.]

Well, that's handy.

[She's definitely enjoying herself, but she's not looking forward to taking her jeans off, so she's definitely not planning on taking any of his clothes off if she can help it.

Other positions might allow her to keep her jeans on, but...that's not the way they're going.

For now, anyway, she just strokes him, wanting to feel him hard in her hand before anything else.]

[And feel him harden she does - slowly, but surely. He stutters out another groan, and he works at her zipper with a little more purpose, pulling it down completely. He's not going to be the only one groaning and moaning here, if he can help it.

He doesn't pull off her jeans, but rather slides a finger through the fly and down to the front of her underwear, pushing it aside as best he can.]

[She lets out a happy moan when his hand slides inside her jeans, her own fingers squeezing his cock when he touches her.]

Oh -

[He pecks her on the lips, then slides a finger inside her, testing her wetness.]

[Her head tilts back as she gasps, brushing her thimb against the tip of his cock in answer. She rocks her hips to get him deeper, to move.]

Tease. [She breathes the word out with a laugh, looking back down at him.]

Testing.

[He strokes her a few times, but then pulls his finger out.]

Condom--

[He's lost track of it for a second; it's sitting next to his head on the mattress, half-unwrapped.]

[She wonders for a moment if he's in a hurry, but she has no idea what foreplay is like in his time. They'll run out of condoms at some point if this is something that keeps happening anyway, and then...]

Hm. You take care of it, I'll take these off.

[She motions to her jeans, and starts shimmying out of them, keeping a blanket wrapped around her as much as possible. It's definitely not the most romantic sex she's ever been involved in, but she doesn't really care. There's something about it anyway, the way they have to keep close to keep sharing body heat, his impatience and yet, still there, his quiet confidence...it all makes the moment for her.]