Flynn Buckley (thegiant) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-04-06 09:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: adeline taylor, char: flynn buckley |
Who: Flynn Buckley and Adeline Taylor
When: Wednesday, April 6th, 3:00 AM
Where: Fiery Phoenix then Adeline's Flat
What: About Damn Time, that's what.
Rating: High
Status: Completed, Logged
A glass of whisky in her hand, Adeline sat on the bar, looking out over the empty pub. It was 3AM, her favorite time of night. The pub was closed and cleaned, all the lights but a few candles had been turned off, and everyone had gone home. It was time to close up and go home herself, but once a week or so she liked to sit in the quiet dark and enjoy a glass from the top shelf.
Sometimes she couldn't believe her life. Most times actually. She didn't own the pub, not yet anyway, but she'd been running it for a year. It was convenient, given she lived in the building, but she wouldn't change it. The commute was quick and the money was good, even better now that she was in charge. The actual owner, an older woman who'd run a pub in Ireland but took a chance when she saw it, had all but given it to Adeline when she'd moved back to Ireland, trusting the younger woman to handle the day to day and any crises that may arise.
Closing her eyes, she let the taste of the whisky roll over her tongue. The taste was smooth and oaky, something really to be savored. She was slipping nicely into relaxation, when there was a knock at the door. She could see a shadow through the frosted glass, but couldn't tell who it was.
Adeline put her hand on her wand, lying on the bar next to her. "We're closed," she called to the door. "Come back tomorrow!"
---
Opening the door, Flynn rolled his eyes. “Like I won’t be in here tomorrow. And the next day and the day after that.” He unwound the gauzy scarf from his neck and pulled the hat from his head. Spring had arrived, but the nights still held a chill in the air. The tall wizard made his way behind the bar without asking, without need to ask and poured himself an ale.
“The old lady Summers is convinced her husband is speaking to her from the grave,” Flynn began as his glass filled up. “She had me over there all day trying to make me See him, but that bastard isn’t coming back to this plane anytime soon. I wouldn’t either if I had been married to that shrew for sixty years.” Taking a long pull from his glass, Flynn wiped the foam off of his mustache with the back of his hand.
“I’m glad you’re still here. I haven’t done my shopping in weeks and there isn’t anything to drink upstairs. I would’ve had to raid your kitchen again.”
---
Adeline grinned despite herself when it was Flynn that walked through the door. Doors weren't closed for him, at least not hers. Things were still a bit awkward between them, even though he'd been back for a few years, but one didn't get over what he'd done quickly. Or ever really. She still dwelled, though she tried to let it go, on the words he'd said before he took off. The words he'd taken back. Yet as tense as things had gotten on and off through the years, she still got butterflies when he showed up.
"Poor you," she said with a grin. "Summer's is more than trying to deal with. I avoid her at all costs honestly."
Shaking her head as he wiped his mouth, she reached out and wiped a bit he missed with her thumb. "Well lucky for you, I did my shopping yesterday. Even got some food up there."
---
Flynn was fairly use to the annoying witches and wizards who demanded his services. After all, they were the ones filling his vault with gold. Proper Seers were hard to come by and Flynn was one of the few who had an honest gift. Dealing with the batty ones was just part of his trade and most of the time he could laugh it off. Or he could charge them extra for being so annoying.
“Brilliant,” he said with a grin. “I’m starving. Had a fry up this morning, but that was ages ago.” His stomach had been growling since earlier that afternoon, but Flynn had ignored it. He was accustomed to skipping meals when working.Except now it was the middle of the night and he hadn’t eaten in 18 hours and, fuck, he was feeling it.
Rummaging under the bar, Flynn found a bag of crisps and tore into them as though they were his last meal. “How was business today?”
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With a roll of her eyes, Adeline hopped down off the bar and went to the door. A quick turn of the locks and the pub was done for the night. "I just told you I had food upstairs," she said with a sigh.
Coming back over, she grabbed his scarf and hat, followed by her whisky glass. "Come on then," she said, gesturing to the back door. "We'll go out the back and take the lift."
Plopping his hat on her head, she tucked her wand into her pants and started towards the back door. "Business was good," she said. "It was busy, but we didn't have any trouble, so I'm thankful for small miracles."
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“I couldn’t wait,” Flynn said as he polished off the bag. He followed Adeline obediently. Flynn spent as much time at Adeline’s flat as he did his own. If there was ever anything missing from his own home Flynn went and looked at Adeline’s first. They’d always been close and when 54 opened it was a pretty easy decision for them to get flats in the same building. Living so close simply made sense. They’d grown up next door to each other and now Adeline was two floors above him. Flynn never really felt at home unless Adeline was near by.
Heading for the lift, Flynn marveled at how quiet the building was. With so many people living and working at 54 there was always noise. But at three in the morning, most employees were gone and nearly all of the residents were asleep. Flynn allowed himself to enjoy the silence.
As they waited for the doors, Flynn looked down at his best friend. “What are you making for me? If you suggest anything healthy I’m going to leave.”
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"Oh so I'm doing the cooking am I?" Adeline said with a grin, tilting her head up to look at him. "I'm not your gran you know."
It was all teasing, really. Adeline liked taking care of people. She liked taking care of him. He'd always been there for her, barring those three dark years, and he always made her feel safe, so she would always take care of him.
As the lift doors opened, she waltzed in like she owned them and leaned against the back wall. "You've got two options," she said before taking a sip of her whiskey. "I've got a frozen pizza from the Muggle grocery. Or I've got leftover meat and potatoes from last night."
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Stepping into the lift, Flynn dropped the leather bag he always carried with him and yawned. He was tired. Odds were that he’d fall asleep at Adeline’s before he finished eating his dinner. “Wait, I can only have one? I’m a growing boy, you know.” Smiling at her, Flynn put his arm around Adeline’s small shoulders and pulled her close against him. She was so petite and feeling her pressed against him filled Flynn with a thrill he couldn’t explain.
His mind wandered for a moment, thinking of how easy it would be to lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist and…
Flynn shook his head, freeing it of those tempting images. “Pizza, I suppose,” he said.
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"If you grow anymore I'm going to need to carry a ladder around just to talk to you," Adeline said with a grin. When he pulled her in, she laid her hand on his back, her whiskey glass in the other, and leaned her face into his side. Breathing in his musky man scent, she closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a moment of fantasy before bringing herself back down. It was how she'd made it through the year and a half since he'd been back, allowing herself moments of weakness.
Patting his back, she nodded. "Pizza it is then."
She turned her head up and looked at him. She wanted to tell him. She'd always wanted to tell him, but there was never a good time. Never a right time. There might never be. Her mouth opened as if to speak, though she didn't know what she would say.
Of course, though, they reached her floor just then. Pulling away and draining her glass, she walked down the hall to her flat, not checking to see if he had followed. She knew he would.
Adeline left the door open for Flynn to follow in behind her, and tossed his hat and scarf she'd been carrying over onto the dining table before turning the oven on. She could see her cat, Ella, curled up on one of the couches in her living room. The fluffy ragdoll lifted her head at their entrance, but noting who they were, she resettled herself and went back to sleep.
"Lock the door, yeah?" she called to Flynn. "Wouldn't want any crazies barging in."
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Stepping into her flat, Flynn glared at the evil ball of fluff curled up. Adeline could pretend all she wanted that her cat wasn’t the devil, but Flynn knew better. He already lost one pair of leather trousers to the beast and he wasn’t about to lose another. Flynn locked the door behind him and dropped his bag to the floor, a soft thud sounding. He really needed to clean it out, but he kept forgetting. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
Lumbering into her kitchen, Flynn leaned against the wall and watched Adeline move around. She looked so at home in her flat. Some people lived in houses, but Adeline always seemed to be in a home. It was her presence that changed the rooms around her.
“Been having any trouble with customers,” Flynn asked with worry creeping into his voice. Adeline loved her pub, but Flynn always worried about blokes getting a little too handsy with her after they’d had too many.
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"It was a joke," she said with a grin. She knew he worried, that he wanted to protect her. It was endearing, and she would never deny that she felt safest with him, but she was a strong woman, and she could handle things when they needed to be handled.
Reaching into the fridge, she pulled out two bottle of beer. With a practiced move, she quickly opened them with the edge of the counter, tossing the caps into a tin on her counter. "It's not been too bad lately," she said, sliding his bottle over the island towards him before setting about getting the pizza in the oven.
"There's always a troublemaker or two, but that's what the bouncers are for. Most of them just need a stern talking to anyway. Nothing I can't handle."
It only took a minute to get the pizza into the oven, and with the timer set, she grabbed her own bottle and hopped up onto the kitchen island. It didn't help their height difference completely, but it did make a bit of a difference, bringing her more to his chin rather than his armpits. "What about you?" she asked, putting the bottle to her lips for a quick sip. "Any other crazy old bats wanting messages from past loves?"
---
Drinking with Adeline always made Flynn smile a little. Four beers had no affect on him. He was big enough that it took six beers before he really felt anything. But Adeline was so small and petite that she’d be giggling and silly before his thirst was even quenched. Maybe tonight would be a good night to get her giggly. He always loved seeing that.
“I do have a fresh from Hogwarts witch that won’t stop coming by the shop,” he told her. Flynn was use to people having crushes on him. He was nice and friendly and good looking so… it happened. But he never took advantage of people like that, especially not the younger ones. “She asked about her love life today and I had to tell her that there was a man waiting for her in Dublin just so she’d get the hint. Sweet girl, but she was starting to annoy me.” Taking a long pull from his beer, Flynn studied Adeline’s face. She was so lovely and gorgeous. It wasn’t fair, really.
Reaching up, Flynn pushed a stray bit of hair away from her face. “I don’t think she got the hint though.”
---
Adeline knew all too well what it felt like to fall for Flynn, and the crushing sense of rejection that usually came with it. It had been hard work suppressing her feelings, and when he touched her face like that… well it didn't help matters any.
A blush tinting her cheeks, hopefully he'd just think it was from the alcohol, she shook her head and directed her gaze to the beer in her hands. The whiskey from earlier had settled in her bloodstream and she was feeling nice, but the beer would do a little more damage. She could handle a drink or two before her fingers started to get fuzzy, but it had been strong whiskey. "Poor girl," she said. "She's got no idea what she's got herself into with you."
She took a pull from her bottle then. A long one, longer than she should have. When she put the bottle down, the bubbles were all in her head and she burped. It wasn't quite a belch, but it certainly wasn't a lady like little hiccup either. "Oops," she said with a giggle. "Sorry."
---
Chuckling, Flynn shook his head. “Never change, Trinket,” he said and smiled down at her. “You’re perfect just like this.” And she was. Perfect. Adeline was the most perfect witch or woman he’d come across in his life. It killed him that she didn’t feel the same way as he did, but what was he supposed to do about it?
Taking another long drink.. and then another.. and then another.. Flynn found himself finishing off the beer and leaned over to set it on the counter. Leaning close to Adeline, his face near hers and Flynn felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her. He’d only allowed himself to give into that temptation once before, but he’d never forgotten the taste of her lips.
No matter how much he craved her, Flynn couldn’t allow himself to make the move. He pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. She wasn’t quite drunk yet, but Flynn could see she was feeling happy. Really happy. The sort of happy that let people do things they normally wouldn’t do.
A question came out of his mouth before Flynn could stop it. It had been waiting there for years, begging to be spoken and now there was no way to hold it in. “Do you want to shag,” he blurted out. “Right now?”
---
She thought he was going to kiss her. He was there, right there, and she was convinced he was going to do it. But then he had to go and open his bloody mouth.
"What?" she asked, pushing at his shoulder so he was far enough back she could look up into his face. "Why would you ask me that?"
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Adeline had been fantasizing about this day for years, the day when the timing was right and she could finally have him, but in all of her day dreaming, this scenario had never come up.
---
As soon as the words were out of Flynn’s mouth he winced. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean it.. I mean, I meant it. I want to. But not like that.” He pulled back from her and walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer and chugging half of it right away. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Flynn sighed.
“You aren’t someone I can take out on a date. We can’t have a first date, Addie. We can’t awkwardly kiss goodnight when we basically live in each other’s flats. I’ve seen you with the flu. There is no mystery with us and I don’t… I don’t know how to go from what we have to what I want.”
Flynn started pacing in the kitchen, frustrated and confused. He wanted Adeline. Even in that moment when he felt stupid and awkward, he wanted her. He didn’t want to talk about this, he wanted to take her and show her how good it could be. “Can we just pretend I was smoother than that?”
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"Flynn…" she said softly, more to herself than to him while he paced. She had thought there was nothing there between them. Yes, he'd told her he loved her, and he'd kissed her, but that was years ago, and he'd taken those words back! Of course her candle always burned for him, but she'd convinced herself that's all it was. But with what he was saying now, what he wanted…
She bit her lip, trying to find words for him. Words that would make sense. It was too late at night for this kind of nonsense.
"Did you mean it?" she settled on at last. "When you left. When you told me you loved me. Did you mean it? You took those words back, and I need to know what to believe because I've been in love with you since I was eleven and if you meant it when you said it… if you still mean it now, I need to know." The words just came tumbling out of her lips, leaving her sitting before him, finally free of the words she'd been holding in for so long.
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Was it possible that Adeline didn’t know? Flynn stared down at her, a look of shock on his face. How could she not know? There hadn’t been anyone, not really, in the last few years. A drunken fling every few months when he couldn’t wait any longer, but no one that mattered. No one he cared about. Because he’d been waiting for her.
“Of course I meant it,” he told her. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. And I didn’t take it back,” he corrected her. “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to reply or respond. I was giving you space and a choice.” Or, at least that’s what he thought he had been doing when he came home. He didn’t want to be an obligation to Adeline.
“I still mean it, Addie. You’re… I want you, okay? Not just now, but I want you.” And that, for Flynn, was enough talking. He wasn’t a man of words normally, especially when actions could speak so much more clearly. He closed the distance between them. Flynn’s hands went around Adeline’s small waist and he lifted her up easily, wrapping her legs around him. Flynn leaned in and kissed her, slowly. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he assured her before kissing her again.
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It might not have been how she'd dreamed it, but it was pretty perfect nonetheless. Thankfully she'd had the forethought so set her half finished beer down on the counter before he'd taken her into his arms so she could wrap herself around him. "It already is tomorrow," she murmured against his lips. "But yeah, talk later."
She'd gotten the confirmation she needed, along with the ridiculous revelation that they'd been dancing around each other ever since he got back for no good reason at all. There would be plenty of time to dwell on that later. Right now she could only focus on what was happening. His large hands were warm on her back, his beard felt odd against her skin, and he tasted like beer. It was perfect.
"Oh!" she said, pulling her face back a tiny bit. "Turn the oven off. Wouldn't want to burn the building down around us."
---
Pulling himself away from Adeline was impossible. Flynn fumbled for his wand and flicked it towards the oven, turning the blasted thing off. Who thought of an oven at a time like this? Flynn could barely remember his middle name. Holding her close, Flynn turned them slowly until Adeline’s back was pressed against the wall. His lips found her neck, kissing along the soft curve slowly. A voice in the back of his mind ordered Flynn to take his time and savour each moment, but a much louder voice in his pants was having none of that.
Holding her with one arm, Flynn reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it up. He couldn’t see the creamy white skin underneath, his mouth was too busy nibbling and licking her perfect neck. But his fingers skimmed over her soft skin and Flynn groaned quietly. He was already hard in his trousers, straining against the fabric.
Her shirt came off easily and was discarded on the floor, forgotten. “Mind if I get rid of the rest of this,” he murmured against her neck.
---
Her emotions bubbling over, Adeline laughed out loud when he had her against the wall, his lips on her skin. Partly because his beard tickled, and partly because she was just so happy. He was everything she had wanted for so long, and to finally have him, it was like the final puzzle piece clicking into place, making everything make sense.
But of all the days for her to be wearing jeans! Earlier that day she had stood in her closet, staring at a dress, but had chosen the jeans in the end. How stupid of her.
Pulling her fingers out of his hair, she let him take her shirt off, then latched back onto him, holding their bodies together. "Set me down," she reluctantly. "So I can get these bloody boots and jeans off."
---
Flynn had no intention of putting Adeline down right there. He was going to take his time and do with her all the things he’d been dreaming of for years. Holding onto her, Flynn made his way from the kitchen to her living room, sitting down on the soft and bringing her onto his lap. His fingers found the button on her jeans and within moments, Flynn’s fingers had found their way into Adeline’s knickers, teasing and stroking her softly. He wanted to hear Adeline moan and beg for him. He wanted to see her come apart just from his fingers before he took her with all the force of a man kept waiting.
Flynn’s fingers were large. He slipped inside of her, curling the tips of his fingers and watching the expressions on her face. She was so tight, so warm and wet for him. “Loud,” he demanded. “I want to hear you come for me.”
---
"You are insufferable," she grinned when he took her into the living room, but she didn't fight him. Firstly it would do her no good to try, and secondly she liked him taking charge. He was a big man, and they fell easily into their parts. Besides, she knew that if she did want to stop anything, she could. He wasn't that much of a brute.
She bent her head to his neck as he worked the button on her jeans, kissing her way up and down his skin. She stilled when he felt his fingers against her, savoring it just for a moment before she began to move her hips just slightly. "Oh," she breathed, arching and rocking against him, wanting more.
Grasping at anything she could get her hands on, she moaned loudly when he filled her with his fingers. "Yes," she breathed, gripping his arms tightly with her fingers as she moved against his lap and his fingers. "Flynn!"
---
Touching Adeline like this was forbidden to Flynn just hours before. He’d thought of it. He’d dreamed of it. But he never thought he’d actually get to hear his name fall from her lips like this. Flynn’s fingers found the small bud hidden in her folds and pressed it softly, stroking it with his thumb. Adeline’s hips moved against his hand and Flynn watched, eyes dark as she gave into the moment of pleasure.
Taking his free hand, Flynn captured Adeline’s wrists and held them behind her back carefully. He helped her arch her back a little, putting my pressure against her, fingers moving faster as he worked to bring her over the edge. There was nothing for him to say and Flynn didn’t trust his voice at that moment. He let his touch speak for him.
Pushing one finger deep inside of Adeline, Flynn kissed her shoulder softly.
---
Adeline hissed with pleasure at the hand between her legs, then shook her head slightly. "Let go," she breathed. "My wrists. I don't… I don't like that." She trusted him completely, of course, but there were still some things she wasn't comfortable with.
With her hands freed, she grabbed at the couch behind his head, getting herself some leverage, while her other hand went for his own wrist placed between her legs. Grabbing onto it, she held him there while she rode his hand, his fingers sending waves of pleasure through her body. "There," she said, her eyes closing firmly. "Just, just right there. OH!"
It happened with very little warning at all. It wasn't the normal slow build of an orgasm she was used to. Instead, it was a tidal wave crashing over her. She cried out and fell against his chest, spasming around his fingers, her legs and hands shaking. Releasing her grip on his wrist, she pressed kisses to his neck while she recovered. "You should really be naked," she breathed with a laugh.
---
Seeing Adeline come was incredible. He’d often wondered what she would be like in bed, but nothing could have prepared him for the way her body surrendered to her orgasm, shivering and crying out. Godric, imagine what it would feel like once he was buried inside of her. Flynn groaned hard at the thought.
“Should I,” he teased. “But then I’ll have to stop touching you.” His fingers moved to her clit, lightly stroking it, barely touching it as she came down from her orgasm. “And I don’t think I’m ready to stop touching you yet.”
There had been other women in Flynn’s life, but never before had he felt this connected to a person when he was with them. Flynn had loved Adeline for years and actually having her, being able to touch and kiss her… well, it was a fucking dream come true. His free hand moved up to her chestnut hair, pushing some strands away from her smiling face. “I want to make you come again,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
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She wished they were both naked. With his hand down her pants she didn't have a lot of room to move, and he was still fully clothed, which was just plain rude. But his hand did feel so good, and the gentle touches he was giving her clit was beginning to drive her mad. Everything about this was driving her mad. She never thought getting just what she wanted could feel so satisfying.
"I want to touch you too," she breathed. Her hips were rocking ever so slightly against the pressure from his fingers and it took all she had not to go harder. "I want you in me."
Moving her hands to his chest, Adeline began to unbutton Flynn's shirt as she leaned in and kissed him. It was slow and deep, lips and tongues sliding over one another. She poured all the passion she could into the kiss. She was finally getting what she wanted and she wasn't going to leave anything on the table.
---
Well Flynn wasn’t going to keep a lady wanting. Smiling slowly as the kiss ended, Flynn helped Adeline remove shirts, trousers and underthings from both of them. He kissed her skin as it was exposed, pressing his lips against her bare shoulders, neck and the top of her breasts. He was painfully hard, wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside of Adeline, but Flynn knew he would have to be gentle with her at first.
“Bedroom,” he asked with his lips against her neck. Flynn nibbled and kissed along the sensitive curve. “Or here?”
---
In her whole life, Adeline didn't think she'd ever undressed that fast. It was a flurry of zippers and buttons and boots and socks and by the time they'd finished, her living room looked like a small bomb had gone off. But they were naked, and that was the important part.
Wrapping her arms around Flynn's shoulders, Adeline held tight to him, wanting to press every inch of their bodies together. "Bedroom," she said, biting her lip as he reached a particularly sensitive spot.
"I want to do this right. I want to remember all of it."
---
Wrapping his arms around Adeline, Flynn stood and picked her up easily. Addie weighed nothing in his arms. Flynn had carried her before, but not like this. Having Adeline naked and in his arms was the missing piece in Flynn’s life. It was the last thing he needed to have the perfect life.
Walking carefully from the living room to her bedroom, Flynn laid Adeline gently down on her bed. He stood over her, looking down and smiling wolfishly. He was going to be with Adeline for the first time and, fuck, she looked brilliant. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks and chest were flushed with desire and her lips were swollen from their kisses. She looked more beautiful than he’d ever seen her before.
“You’re perfect,” he told her quietly.
---
It felt a bit awkward, lying there while he looked at her, but Adeline could see the want in his eyes, the desire for her, and she knew she had an expression to match. So she let him look, and took the opportunity to look him over as well.
She'd always thought he was handsome, and she knew he had a very nice body, but seeing it bare before her, even in the dimness of her bedroom, the only light coming from the living room shining through the door, it was like seeing him for the first time.
He was big. She was sure she'd never met anyone taller than Flynn, and he had the muscles and broad shoulders to match. As her eyes travelled down, she could see the outlines of his muscles, and further down… well that was something else entirely.
Blushing at his words, Adeline pulled her eyes back up to meet his. "So are you," she said softly, as if speaking normally would shatter the moment. "Now come here. I want you."
---
Lowering himself to the bed, Flynn carefully held his weight so he wasn’t crushing Adeline. She was so tiny and he didn’t want to squish her. Holding himself up on his arms, Flynn kissed Adeline again, tasting her lips and teasing her. He wanted to lose himself into the kiss, but he had to hold back or it would be over before he knew it. Flynn wanted their first time to last.
Using his knee to nudge her legs apart, Flynn smirked at Adeline. She didn’t know what he was capable of. Sliding down the bed before she could protest, Flynn’s lips began to kiss Adeline’s inner thighs softly, nipping at the soft skin. He wanted to taste her and feel her come against his mouth.
Normally Flynn would tease longer, make his lover beg, but he didn’t have the ability to wait. Flynn’s lips pressed against Adeline, kissing her gently and groaning at her sweet taste. Fuck, this girl was going to be trouble for him.
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She was ready for him. She was ready for this. Adeline had built it up in her head, and it was going to be so perfect, but then the unruly bastard in her bed had the nerve to play a dirty trick on her. "You fucking tease," she breathed, a giggle in her voice as he kissed her most sensitive areas.
It honestly was all she could do at first to keep from laughing. His beard tickled the soft skin of her thighs, but then he reached his target and Merlin it felt good. "Mmmmm, yeah," she moaned, one hand drifting down to bury itself in his hair while the other roamed over her own skin.
Pulling her legs up a bit, she opened herself more to him, giving him as much access as she could. "You're really good at that," she breathed.
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Flynn knew how good he was, but it was always nice to hear it. As she spread her legs more for him, Flynn curled his tongue against her folds, licking slowly, wanting to make this moment last. He couldn’t have dreamed that he’d have Adeline like this, but now that he did he wasn’t going to rush. Her moans and cries of pleasure drove him on and Flynn’s hands held her legs, his fingertips pressing lightly into her thighs.
He could have spent hours down there, kissing and licking Adeline until she passed out from pleasure. But his cock was throbbing and begging to be inside of her. Looking up her body at her, Flynn caressed her legs gently. “Ready, Trinket?” Flynn wasn’t going to do anything without Adeline telling him it was okay.
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"Yes!" she said quickly, releasing her grip on his hair and lifting herself up onto her elbows. It had felt so good to have him between her legs, and if he stayed there, she would come in no time, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him inside of her. Adeline wanted to be one with him, to felt his body against hers in the most intimate of ways.
"I'm ready," she confirmed then, settling herself back against the pillows, urging him to come up and meet her. "I want you."
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Sliding up the bed, Flynn placed his hands on either side of Adeline’s shoulders. His body was telling him to take her hard and fast, but Flynn held back. Lowering his mouth to hers, Flynn kissed Adeline slowly, pouring his feelings into the kiss. Her mouth claimed hers, and Flynn knew that this was the only person he wanted to be kissing for the rest of his life.
Moving slowly, Flynn gently pushed against Adeline’s entrance, groaning as he felt how small she was and, fuck, for a moment he worried that he might hurt her. But nothing was going to stop him. Slowly, Flynn thrusted his hips forward, pushing a few inches into Adeline and oh fucking hell that felt fucking amazing. Fucking fuck fuck.
Flynn dropped his head and closed his eyes. He had to take deep breaths, giving Adeline a change to adjust to him before he pushed further. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
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This was it. This was what Adeline had been missing, what she had been wanting. It was a long time coming, but well worth the wait.
She smiled into his kiss, sliding her hands up his arms and into his shoulders. This was bliss. When they broke apart, she nudged her nose against his and grinned. "I love you," she breathed, then gasped softly as she felt his length pressing into her.
He was much bigger than she thought. She'd had big men before, but it had been a while, and there was a good chance Flynn was bigger than all of them. She stretched to fit him, but it was a tight fit, and she whimpered slightly as her muscled adjusted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Damn," she breathed, turning her head to the side to whisper into his ear. "You're huge."
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Every man should get to experience a gorgeous woman telling him how huge he was. Flynn smiled and kissed Adeline again, distracting her from the slight pain she must be feeling. He eased himself in further, groaning hard as her wetness enveloped him. Fuck, he’d never been with someone like this before. “I love you,” he groaned before giving one last thrust and pushing his entire length inside of her. Merlin, it felt good. Flynn paused for a moment and took a few deep breaths, his mind spinning and his heart racing. He wanted to take her hard and fast, giving in to the desires he’d had for years, but this was their first time. He had to be gentle and loving.
Slowly, Flynn began to thrust in and out of Adeline. He opened his eyes to look down at her, flushed and aroused. She was beautiful. Beyond beautiful, really. She was stunning. Flynn would never forget the way she looked in that moment, the image of her face would be etched into his memory for the rest of his life.
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A big part of her didn't believe this was happening. Surely this was a dream. She'd wanted it for so long, imagined it so many times, she never thought she'd actually be here with him. But here they were, in her bed, making love. Adeline had never made love before. All the times she'd had sex, even in a relationship, the few that she'd had, it had just been sex. It was just fucking. This was something else, something new, something amazing.
She knew at that point that this is what she wanted for the rest of her life. No one else could make her feel this way, and she didn't want them to. Adeline felt a tinge of loss, deciding in that moment to end things with Myron, to give her whole self to Flynn, but it only lasted a moment. Her focus was on Flynn, and how good he was making her feel.
Looking up at him, Adeline led Flynn's eyes. He was so handsome, so strong above her, and the way he looked at her… She felt like the only girl in the world when he looked at her like that. "Flynn," she breathed, gasping with pleasure at every breath. "Oh my god."
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His name on her lips was the sexist thing Flynn had ever heard. He couldn’t help but press forward, groaning as his cock pushed into her deeper. Flynn’s body took over and he began to move in and out of Adeline a little faster, grunting with each thrust and moaning as he pulled back. She felt perfect. She felt the way women were supposed to feel. Flynn groaned hard, knowing that he was going to come hard for her, but trying his best not to come too quickly. He wanted to feel Adeline’s orgasm once more. He wanted to feel her cry out while he was buried deep inside of her.
“Addie,” he moaned and nipped at her neck. “Let go,” he told her. “Stop thinking so much.” He knew they were both letting their minds swirl with what was happening. This was a big moment, a huge life changing moment. But Flynn also knew they needed to be in the moment.
Sliding his arms under her, Flynn rolled them over so Adeline was laying on top of him while he was still deep inside of her. His hips moved up and down easily while he held her close. “I want to see you come for me, baby. Please.”
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She knew he was right. She was too much in her own head, trying to understand what was going on and memorize every little detail of it. She needed to let go, and give herself over completely.
When he flipped them over, she gazed down at him, her hands braced on his chest as she rocked her hips against his. With that combined with his own movements, she was hitting her clit on the base of his cock with each movement, and it felt so so good.
Her eyes fell closed as he moved inside of her, and she gave herself over to the pleasure. "Oh," she gasped, feeling the orgasm building within her, it wouldn't be long now. "I'm almost… Oh it's so close!"
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With one large hand on her back and the other on her arse, Flynn held Adeline as she moved against him. He could do this for hours, he thought to himself. Seeing Adeline slide up and down on his cock was beyond sexy. It was amazing and Flynn never wanted to leave the bed. His body roared at him to stop thinking and take the amazing woman in his arms so Flynn let go of every thought and gave into the pleasure.
Raising his hips up and down faster, Flynn groaned as he felt Adeline start to tighten around him. “That’s it,” he said quietly. “I want to feel it.” He grabbed her arse gently, kneading the soft flesh as she rocked against him, feeling her wetness move back and forth. Flynn groaned hard as their bodies moved together, his cock throbbing and begging for release.
“Now,” he told her. “I want to hear it, I want to hear you cry out my name.”
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"I… I…" she said, unable to finish her sentence, forgetting completely what she was meaning to say. God it felt so good. He filled her so completely, so fully. She could get used to this, and fully intended to.
A moment later her building orgasm took over her body, this one much more intense than the first. "Oh!" she cried out, collapsing into his chest. "Flynn!"
Her whole body shuddered as she came, clenching and releasing him, pulsing with waves of pleasure. There were fireworks going off behind her eyes, and every bit of her body felt alive. She hoped it never ended.
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Unable to hold back as Adeline came over him, Flynn felt himself release suddenly, spilling into Adeline and groaning hard. His arms tightened around her and Flynn thrust up, experiencing the most intense orgasm of his life. His body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve was sizzling, every inch of his skin was hot. His hips kept moving in and out of Adeline as the orgasm slowed. His lungs couldn’t pull in enough air for him to catch his breath. “Addie,” he moaned softly and pressed his lips to her forehead.
There weren’t words for how he felt in that moment. Perfection didn’t seem to fully capture how right it felt to have Adeline on top of him. “I love you,” he said and kissed her again.
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It was perfect. Everything was perfect. They came together, and Adeline cried out once more as his hips moved against her. She couldn't have imaged it any better.
Giving into his kiss, Adeline smiled against his lips, then rolled to the side. He slid out from inside her and she settled in against his side. She'd have to get up soon, to clean herself up and take her makeup off, but for the moment, nothing was moving her.
"We should have done that a long time ago," she breathed with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his chest. "And don't you dare think this gets you out of taking me on a date."
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Wrapping his arms around her tighter, Flynn chuckled softly. “I’m not so much with the dating,” he told her. “But for you? I’ll do the flowers and dinner thing.” His fingers trailed up and down her spine softly and Flynn felt sleep creeping over him. He was going to fall asleep in Adeline’s bed cuddled against her naked body. On his list of things that could have happened that day, this hadn’t even made the top 100.
“But you have to make breakfast,” he said with a yawn. “I didn’t get the pizza you promised.”
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"Well whose fault is that?" she laughed. "Someone couldn't keep it in his pants." Snuggling closer into his side, if that was possible, she pressed more kisses against his skin, just taking in the moment.
"I'll make you breakfast," she said softly then. "I'll make you breakfast every day. But you just said flowers, so I'm expecting flowers. No flowers, no breakfast." It was an easy thing to do, to fall back into talk to him like this. It was normal. It was nice.
Pushing up a little bit, she looked down at him and smiled softly. "Now get some sleep. You'll have to be up in a few hours to open the shop. That is, unless you want to spend the day in bed with me."
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Flynn smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Flowers,” he promised. “Big vases full of flowers.” He could give her flowers. Hell, if he had his way he’d give her flowers every day for the rest of her life.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend a day in bed with you, but we both have to work. We’ll take that holiday soon though and then you’ll get all the time in bed you want.” Flynn’s eyes were already closing. Sleep would come easier to him that night than it had since before the war. For once, Flynn felt truly at peace.
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