His pants finally come undone, sliding down over his hips (he doesn't think he lost a button on that one but who really gives a fuck if he did) and kicks them aside, and then with a low sound that's close to a growl he nearly falls against her, reaching down under her thighs and lifting her, bracing her against the wall and pushing up, in, and she's so hot and slick and and tight around him that a cry tears out of him. He buries his face in her hair and stills, just for a second, feeling her and them and everything spinning around them.

This isn't real, he thinks. It can't be. I am not ever this lucky.