For Eostre.

[forthedog]

The door does indeed lock, and he does this first before pushing her up against the wall, firmly but not hard, kissing her deeply this time and tangling one hand in the white gold of her hair as his other hand curves over her waist. It's every bit as wonderful as he thought it would be.

"I have to say," he says, a bit breathless, "I didn't really expect this today."

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He sees no reason not to comply with this, so he does hush, leaning back against her, his head pillowed on her breast. Her heartbeat is soothing in his ear. Everything feels warm and loose and comfortable, almost as if they're not on a bathroom floor, surrounded by the wreckage of their clothes.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

It feels nice there, with him lying back against her, and she brushes her fingers through his hair again and feels it settling, feels that girl that she was while he was fucking her slipping away. She stretches her toes, rotating her ankle.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

The fingers in his hair are back, and this time coaxing him towards sleep. He rubs his eyes; he can't sleep now, here; they're on the floor in a room that someone else is probably going to want to use at some point.

And whatever was between them is going. Not disappearing, not at all, but fading and becoming less potent. And that's fine.

"We should maybe go soon," he says quietly.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

"Get dressed. See if my legs still work." She grins. "I think you broke me. Or you didn't break me enough. I can't decide, lover."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

Mike laughs again and sits up a bit gingerly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around for his scattered clothes. "Anytime. I mean that." He hands her her jeans, pulling on his own pants. Buttons all intact. Great.

"I told you I didn't expect anything, and I don't. But if you ever want me for anything, I'm here." His smile fades a bit. "For now, anyway."

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She narrows her eyes at him, pulling her shirt on over her head (A flash of belly through missing buttons).

"I'm going to be keeping an eye on you."

She purses her lips, rubbing her hands down her bare shin.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

His eyes hit the buttons, or rather, the distinct lack of buttons. "Shit, sorry about that." He pulls on his own shirt. "And I could probably use someone keeping an eye on me. Won't try to stop you, anyway."

He gets a bit shakily to his feet and bends down, offering her a hand.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She takes his head, bringing her dungarees with her and slipping into them without panties, pulling the straps up over her shoulder.

"Good. I don't stop easily."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Knew I liked you for a reason." He pulls her close for just a moment, pressing his lips to her forehead. He can taste the salt of her sweat on his mouth.

Reluctantly, he reaches around her and unlocks the door.