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[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.]

Shame women don't wear looser pants in your time.

[Women in pants is a little stranger to him; women in tight pants is even stranger. He finally locates the condom, then checks with her:]

All right?

I still am glad for it, considering the weather.

[She can't help the shiver that courses through her, but nods anyway when he next speaks, crawling back to his side under more blankets. She's not warm, per se, but it's much more bearable than going without.]

All right, but you're going to have to warm me up.

[For all that she knows it's incredibly corny, it still makes her grin at him to say the words.]

[Corny, but accurate. Poor Claire has bare legs now. But Alfie's skin is nice and flushed, and while it's not exactly warm, it's at least warmer. He scoots her closer, wrapping her up, and dances his fingers down her stomach - quickly ducking under the hem of her shirt, and then moving lower.]

[She settles closer to him, still smiling, and leans in for a kiss, getting right back to where she was earlier, her hand inside his robe. But this time there's very little left between the two of them at least, no more reasons for more start and stops.]

[He kisses back, stroking inside her a few more times before reaching for that now-opened condom. It's not quite the same as what he's used to, but it's still self-explanatory, and he has no problems getting it on.]

[She lets out another moan, her focus completely zeroing in on Alfie and the moment. There's no bubble of peace and quiet around them, she's not that romantic, but still - it feels so good to be touched like this, to be wanted like this. Alfie's not extremely demonstrative, but this tells her more than enough.

She swings a leg over his again, pressing herself against his cock.]

[He likes that sound. He likes it a lot. He tries to catch her mouth again, then shifts his hips, lining himself up with her. He gives an experimental thrust forward, the tip of him grazing her, but he doesn't push all the way in yet.]

[He gets to hear another moan then, right against his lips, and drags a hand down his side and to his dick, grabbing the base of it. She raises her hips a fraction, and kisses him hard as she lowers herself on him, a noise coming up from the back of her throat as she moves down.]

[His own moan joins hers this time, and he lets out another one when she starts bringing him inside her. It feels like relief. He murmurs something unintelligible against her mouth, then kisses her back fully.]

[She grabs at his hair as she moves, slowly, so slowly, whimpering into his kiss a little as he fills her up. When she bottoms out, sitting down, she releases her grip on his hair, pulling away from the kiss to breathe. She feels warmed up from the inside out, an illusion perhaps, but still feeling amazing enough that she clings to the sensation, and to Alfie.]

All right?

[His voice is soft, and a little breathless. He doesn't move yet, just holds onto her upper arms and looks up at her.]

Mmmmm.

[She blinks a few times and pulls back away enough to look down at him, nodding. Experimentally, she rolls her hips, and bites at the inside of her lip when pleasure ripples through her.]

Yeah. You?

Mm.

[His eyes flutter shut for a moment, but then he opens them again, giving a thrust upward. It hurts his back a little, but the pleasure more than makes up for it, and he groans hotly. It's been months for him - more than he usually goes without sex.]

Oh!

[It's surprise and pleasure at the same time, and Claire jerks, following his thrust by raising herself up, almost to the point where he's out of her, and slides back down, her fingers squeezing then releasing his shoulders, where she's holding on to him.

It's also been a while for her, and Alfie feels incredible. She squeezes her muscles around him, starting a slow up and down as she leans in for another kiss.]

[He lets out a slow exhale as she sinks back onto him, kissing her back readily. She's in a better place to do most of the thrusting, especially in this position, but that doesn't mean he's planning to lie there limply. He moves one of his hands off of her arm and inwards along her chest, cupping her breast over her shirt and thumbing over one of her nipples.]

Edited 2016-11-23 17:54 (UTC)

[She's got too many clothes on her upper half to really be able to appreciate his touch, and huffs about it, pulling away from the kiss.]

Help me - take it off. At least the first two layers.

[That would leave her in a shirt. Not great, but she's hot right now.]