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Tweak says, "TUNNEL SNAKES RULE!"

John Dawlish (jdisnotamused) wrote in afreshrpg,
@ 2012-08-26 03:28:00

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character: dorcas meadowes, retired: john dawlish, time: 1998-08

WHO: Dorcas Meadowes and John Dawlish
WHEN: Saturday evening, August 25th
WHERE: Dorcas' flat.
WHAT: Reconnecting after years.
RATING: NSFW!
STATUS: Closed. In progress.

To say he’d been surprised when he’d realized that Dorcas was still alive was an understatement of grand proportions. Idiotic was also about how he was feeling when he’d realized that she’d been back for longer than a few days. She’d been the reason that John had known how to defend himself as a first and second year, back when he’d still been a scrawny, undersized kid. And she’d ‘died’ while he’d still be in school. They hadn’t been equal friends back then, but J.D. had thought about her fondly for a long time. Knowing that she was alive was a surprisingly big bright spot in his week.

He arrived at her flat and knocked firmly on the door, realizing as he did that the last time he’d seen her, she’d been barely out of Hogwarts, and he’d still been a kid.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-10 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Dorcas sighed softly, her body shuddering slightly as she pressed her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes, for a moment completely losing herself in his comfort.

Then, when he spoke, her head jerked up to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed pink, as she'd just realized that she'd started to snuggle with him, somewhat instinctively.

"I..." she breathed softly, embarrassed. He'd said such sweet things to her, and yet she'd totally imposed herself on him. Her eyes moved back and forth as she searched his somewhat frantically, worried that she'd overstepped her bounds, suddenly feeling foolish for having gotten so caught up in the emotions of her past.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-10 09:32 pm UTC (link)

As her forehead pressed against him, John slid his hand up from her shoulder and stroked her hair gently. This wasn't his normal response to this kind of situation. But Dorcas was special. She'd been the first person to show him that he could handle himself. It was a lesson he'd never forgotten, and she'd been someone that he'd remembered and thought of frequently over the years. And seeing her again, hearing her again, being trusted with her past... it was not something that J.D. took lightly. At all. And in spite of the fact that twenty years had passed, he still felt the same fierce admiration and respect for her that he'd felt back then. Just grown up and strengthened from teenage to adult.

Her sudden jerk upright, and the pretty flush on her cheeks were a clear clue to her emotions. John kept himself gentle and still, letting his hand fall from her hair back to her shoulder. His eyes stayed clear and firm, not wavering from hers, showing her as strongly as possible that he was exactly where he wanted to be. "Don't." He said quietly, raising his free hand to brush a piece of hair out of her face. In the back of his mind, John was aware that he was being a lot gentler and touchier then he normally was, but Dorcas just seemed to draw it out of him. And she needed it. He didn't know how he knew, but he had long ago learned to trust his gut.

"No worrying." He smiled a little.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-11 08:15 am UTC (link)

It dawned on Dorcas that she was experiencing a level of tenderness from JD that she'd never actually experienced before. Sure, she had cared deeply for Regulus, but he'd never returned her affections, and he'd certainly never brushed hair away from her face. And her husband had never rubbed his hands along her arms. She bit her lip, hard, then winced. Her heart was pounding. Don't be a fool, she warned herself.

For a time, she had blocked out all of her memories of everyone from the wizarding world, convinced that she would never return. It had been painful, but one of the only ways she'd gotten through those first ten years. And then, when she finally got news of Voldemort's defeat, she'd suddenly been filled with the heartache of her distant loved ones... JD included. He'd always been dear to her heart, and had always expected he'd grow to be a strong and capable man... She just hadn't expected to find herself suddenly attracted to him after not seeing him for twenty years.

Dorcas told herself that it was only because she'd never had a loving relationship. It had to be. Surely JD was just being polite. She smiled, timidly. "I'm so sorry, I'm a terrible host," she admitted. "Can I get you something besides water?" Whiskey, perhaps. There was a quiet waver to her voice as she realized how nervous she suddenly was.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-11 10:30 pm UTC (link)

John’s fingers lingered in the ends of her hair, rubbing the strands gently between his fingertips, his eyes meeting hers with an odd combination of fierce heat and gentle understanding. Dorcas was doing some interesting things to his thought patterns. And to his emotions. He wasn’t sure where this fierce protective streak had come from. Oh, he had it generally. But specifically? That was new. And this gentle, soft way he was handling her wasn’t exactly his regular pattern of behavior. He had the capability, but not many people drew it out of him. He knew how to use things like that in cases when he needed to be someone else. But to feel it, genuinely, for a woman? That was definitely uncharted territory. (Even if the woman was someone he’d known for a long time, cared deeply for, and respected.) And it was coming so easily to him.

It should have worried him. But all he felt was a calm certainty. This was where he was supposed to be, what he was supposed to be doing. And she was the reason. It surprised J.D. how quickly twenty years disappeared. And the way she was responding to him… the subtle heat he felt in reaction wasn’t what he’d expected.

“I’m not complaining.” John said quietly, in his rough voice. With a slow smile, he continued playing a little with her hair. Something seemed necessary about touching her. Comfort, reassurance, protectiveness… he wasn’t sure what all made it seem so. “I’m fine right where I am.”

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_dorcas_
2012-09-12 02:03 am UTC (link)

She'd expected him to release her... perhaps to ask for wine or whiskey or something, anything, to distract her from the way her stomach had filled with violent butterflies whenever he touched her hair. But no, he'd seemed to think that their place on the couch, so close that she could feel the heat of his body, was just fine. It was fine with her, too, she just didn't want to do something stupid. Like kiss him.

She pressed the thoughts down in her head. "You've been too kind to me," she licked her lips, her eyes settling on his fingers as he thumbed at the her dark tendrils of hair. "I'm really... proud of you," she told him. Then shook her head, figuring that it made no sense for her to say exactly that. "And thankful. You turned out so well. So very well." Her voice had become a quiet murmur, and she'd become distracted by the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Was she still breathing? She took a deeper breath than usual, holding it for just a moment, and then exhaled. Don't do something stupid, she reminded herself, but her hand had somehow landed on his chest and now she was watching her fingers raise with the swell of each breath.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-12 03:05 am UTC (link)

John watched her, letting her talk without interjection, his eyes busy taking in the way she licked her lips. He held still, nothing moving but his fingers in her hair and his chest as he breathed. He smiled a little, with just a hint of amusement as she said that she was proud of him. And he was reminded suddenly that she knew all too well where who he used to be. Maybe not the details of his past, but her eyes had seen the results. And she understood the context, of where he’d come from. John realized that for the first time in a long time. Years. Decades really. He cared about what someone thought of him. He cared that she approved of him. Cared a lot.

The way her eyes looked as she settled her hand on his chest, and the feel of her warm fingers through the fabric of his shirt, lit a spark of heat in his eyes. His hand slid up along the side of her neck, hair still tangled in his fingers. He wrapped it loosely around the base, thumb stroking slowly and gently against her skin. He didn’t bother answering her with words. Instead, he showed her, with a gentleness that would have surprised some of the people who knew him. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips softly, feather light against her cheekbone, up under her eye. Moving ever so slowly, he kissed her nose and then her chin.

John wasn’t sure what had come over him. Only that it felt right.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-12 03:39 am UTC (link)

He hadn't said anything. Had she said the wrong thing? Embarassed, she only watched her fingers. Her hand was flat against his chest, and she applied a little pressure, her fingers splaying out a bit. Dorcas could feel his heartbeat and even that felt strong and manly. Something fluttered in her stomach and she stirred slightly.

But that was nothing compared to the rush she felt when she felt the skin of his palm on her neck. Suddenly his lips were brushing against her cheek. She could feel everything about them: the way were soft, the way the ridges created the texture of his skin, the way they were just moist enough not to be dry. And they were touching her face. A soft noise escaped her throat and Dorcas's eyes fluttered closed. This couldn't be happening, she told herself. She was imagining it.

Her palm slid against his chest, up over his shoulder to his neck, and the pad of her thumb brushed just under his ear. She wanted to kiss him. It felt right, but she was also afraid. Afraid to hope for it. Afraid that she was imagining it. Afraid that he would pull back.

Fuck.

Her head fell back a little and she sighed when he kissed at her chin. She gripped at the back of his neck slightly, forcing herself not to go weak. Dorcas leaned her forehead against his, her lips barely a whisper away from his, and trembling. But she chickened out, and instead of letting her lips touch his, she instead moved her head next to his, kissing the lobe of his ear instead.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-12 04:02 am UTC (link)

The noise she made when his lips touched her, a quiet and soft thing, went straight through him. He felt it in his bones. Fuck. He wanted her to make that noise again. He wanted to make her do it. John’s thumb slid slowly over her skin, gentle and light. His own skin felt suddenly warm as her hand moved up his chest, and he made a rough noise in his throat as her thumb brushed at that one spot under his ear. His hand on the back of her neck supported her as her head tilted back, his lips caressing her chin softly. He wanted to taste her neck, but before he could get there, she leaned forward, forehead to forehead. Lips just bare centimeters apart. John parted his mouth, about to close that gap, when she moved again. The feel of her lips on his ear set the spark in his gut to burning a little hotter.

Sliding his free hand slowly from her shoulders to the small of her back, he gently tugged her away from his ear. Pausing for a second, John’s eyes slowly moved over her face, settling on her mouth. He leaned forward, and started at her jaw. His lips moved down along the contour, pressing soft suggestive kisses as he went, his tongue just barely brushing against her skin. He wanted to take his time.

When he reached her chin, he moved. The hand on her lower back slid up slowly, fingers splayed and thumb stroking against the fabric of her shirt. He bent down and finally pressed his lips to hers, with a slow, heated, thorough kiss that just about set him to burning. Fuck. A shot of pure arousal went through him. He took his time, parting his lips and gradually deepening the kiss with focused intensity.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-12 05:16 am UTC (link)

The noise that he made was almost more than she could handle, and when he touched her back, she hissed quietly, her teeth grazing softly over the skin of his neck, though accidentally.

Dorcas was breathing deeply when their eyes met, and she felt goosebumps raise on her skin. She sighed softly, whimpering when his lips moved along her jaw. Her shoulders trembled, anticipating. She knew he was getting closer to her mouth, but Merlin, she wanted his lips on her right then.

By the time he pulled back, she was breathless. Her eyes searched his somewhat frantically in the short moment before the gap between them was finally closed. Her insides seemed to shudder and rupture, and suddenly her hands were slipping up the back of his neck, her fingers knotting into his hair and gripping a little tighter than she meant to. Dorcas couldn't even remember the last time she'd kissed a man. She didn't mean to get carried away, but he certainly wasn't helping to keep her calm.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-12 05:24 am UTC (link)

John let out a quiet growl as her fingers tugged on his hair. In that moment, the kiss shifted from thorough and slow and exploratory, to heated and passionate and fierce. He tilted his head, using the hand on her lower back to tug her into his body, pressing her close to him. The decrease in space between them caused an immediate increase in palpable heat. His lungs burned, and his head felt a little fuzzy when he finally pulled back for a moment. Using the hand he had on her neck, he lifted her hair away and bent forward, planting his mouth on the point where her neck met her shoulder. He worked his way up to just under her ear.

He needed more of her. Now. And the awkward, facing each other angle was preventing that. Moving both hands to her waist, he lifted her up and set her in his lap, wrapping both arms around her middle and shifting his legs a little further apart.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-12 05:45 am UTC (link)

The sudden change of pace to the kiss had her reeling. Dorcas made a quiet, submissive sound against his mouth as her lips pressed against his. Godric it was warm in her apartment. Had she left the heat on for some reason? She whimpered, feeling dizzy when he kissed at her shoulder.

Then, suddenly, he'd pulled back. Her head jerked up, and there was a second of panic as she worried that she'd done something wrong, but then he was lifting her, and somehow she followed his motions and found herself with one leg on either side of his. Good Godric, he was between her legs. Dorcas's arms slid around his shoulders, her forehead pressed against his once again. She wanted his lips on hers again. Hell, she wanted more than that.

Shyly, her fingernails grazed softly along the fabric covering his spine. Dorcas licked her lips, but hesitated, trembling timidly against him.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-12 06:10 am UTC (link)

John’s hands moved over her back, one sliding higher up between her shoulder blades and the other down to the small of her back, just above her arse. He arched as her nails dragged along his back, making a pleased noise. John shifted his hips a little, re-situating himself underneath her. Fuck it felt good to have her legs around him. He wasn’t so caught up that he was missing things. Yet. His sharp eyes caught the timidity, and his hands felt the tremble in her body. As much as he physically wanted her, and there was some clear evidence to that fact, he felt an inexplicable need to be gentle. And a fierce desire to make things memorable. And rewarding for her.

Tilting his head down, he let his mouth hover just over hers. His palm applied some gentle pressure to the small of her back and down, stopping just before he got to the curve of her arse. John’s eyes dropped to her mouth, his own lips parted. Moving his hand from her upper back, he cupped the side of her face and stroked his thumb slowly over her lower lip. He wanted to encourage her to initiate.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-12 06:30 am UTC (link)

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for her. When she finally brought her lips to his, she felt like she was moving through water. When their lips finally did meet, it was shyly at first, until a quiet groan escaped her throat. She was hungry for more. Her mind was spinning and instinctively she rocked her hips forward, pressing her middle against his groin.

Then she realized just what she was doing.

With a shudder, Dorcas pulled back, her breathing ragged as it caught in her throat. Her forehead pressed against his as she whispered softly, "John," she licked her lips again, afraid to look him in the eye. She opened her mouth, but wasn't sure what to say. She felt foolish. Had she pressured him somehow? It was somehow difficult to connect this older, incredibly handsome John with the young JD of her memories. When she remembered the young child of her past, she felt stunningly guilty for what she was doing to him. "I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't be..." she swallowed hard. She wanted him, badly.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-13 02:08 am UTC (link)

The tentative start to her kiss didn’t last too long. John let her lead. Until she made that noise. That groan that went straight to his groin, and he shifted, his mouth moving with sudden heat and hunger. Intense and deep, his eyes felt shut and he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, holding her to him. Fuck. He let out a noise that was almost a growl as her hips rocked forward. As hard as he was getting, it felt fucking amazing. The hand he had on the small of her back slid up under shirt and pressed her forward into him.

And then she was pulling away. It took him a second to orient himself, his breathing heavy and a little raspy. Eyes lit with a fierce, suggestive hunger that he barely reigned in, he kept his hand hooked loosely around her neck. The tentativeness was back. It made John want to hurt people. Hurt whoever had robbed her of her confidence. Hurt them badly. The rush of protectiveness mixed with the heavy want and he leaned forward, silencing her protests with a kiss that was equal parts driven lust and tenderness. He shifted his hips, rocking them deliberately up into her, showing her wordlessly exactly how much he wanted her. Pulling back slowly, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes open.

“I fucking want you. I want to show you.” His voice was rough and low. “But if you need me to stop…” Fucking hell. That would be painful. Tone tempered with a gentleness that he wasn’t used to, he rubbed his thumb slowly against her cheek.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-14 05:32 am UTC (link)

Feeling him pressed against her left an almost electric feeling coursing through her body. Dorcas gasped, shuddering with anticipation and desire as he pressed her body towards his own.

Dorcas rubbed her hands idly against his shoulders, more for something to do as her thoughts raced. It had been a long, long time since she'd been with a man, and she'd never really had casual sex before. She worried what it would mean to JD and their friendship. Would it strain things? Would she push him away unintentionally after finally getting him back after all these years?

Her thoughts scattered when his lips pressed firmly against her own, and again Dorcas rocked her hips forward, pressing herself against his lap. It was instinct more than anything else, and her fingers curved inwards, pressing the tips of her nails into his skin just slightly as she gripped him for support.

He breathing shuddered as she met his eyes, and Dorcas knew she was incredibly flushed with embarrassment and desire. "I..." she whispered, wanting to look away, but found she was captivated by the intensity behind his eyes. The tender way he brushed his thumb against her cheek made her whimper as her heart pounded. "I don't want you to stop," she gasped. "I... I just..." but her lips trembled and then she pressed them against his once again.

It was more than the physical. It was the first time since her return that Dorcas felt some of the ice of Russia melt away from her heart. It was the first electric connection she'd ever felt. It was need for acceptance and companionship and everything all rolled into one. It was such an intense rush that she could barely handle what it was doing to her body.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-14 09:50 pm UTC (link)

Holding himself still and letting her respond took a lot of self control. John’s eyes were pinned to her face, his hand gently cupping her cheek, and his thumb stroking slowly the only motion. If he let himself move anything else, he was going to have a much harder time stopping. The flush on her face was fucking beautiful. John let out a breath as he watched, her whimper and her trembling response exactly what he needed to hear. He slid a hand down her back, feeling the curve of her body, and stroked it down over her arse, palming and pressing gently. He rocked his hips up against her, letting out a muttered oath at the feeling of her against his body. Fucking hell his jeans were tight.

He covered her mouth with his, fiercely intent. John decided then and there that whatever this was, he was going to make sure it was exactly what she needed. And she needed someone to show her how fucking sexy she was. She needed confidence. A reminder. John groaned into her mouth. He could easily take her right then and there. But...

Pulling back from her mouth with a ragged breath, John met her eyes, his own lit up with a deep hunger. “Bed?” He asked roughly.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-14 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Her mind and body were in two different planes all together. One one hand, her body wanted to tear his clothes off, yank his head back with his hair, and bite his neck. But her mind was warring underneath all of that, reeling with fear and anticipation and need and more fear.

She gasped when he pulled back from her, nearly unable hold herself back, wanting only to crush her mouth against his again. She breathed deeply, all but panting, as she tried to fill her lungs with air. Him actually saying the word 'bed' made it feel all too really to her.

"A-are you sure?" her eyes searched his somewhat frantically. Having been alone for nearly twenty years had done a good job of convincing Dorcas that she didn't deserve this sort of thing, and that she'd never have it. "If this isn't what you want..."

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-14 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Goddamn it. Whoever had stolen her confidence was going to die a painful death. John bit back a growl. He was going to make sure that they regretted their existence. The fiery, confident and colorful woman he remembered was buried underneath uncertainty, and he massaged the back of her neck gently. He wanted to draw her out again. Remind her of who she was. With his eyes open and honest, he looked her straight in the eye, hoping that his expression showed the raw, hungry need he felt.

He might have to be crude. Taking of her hands, he brought it down between them and pressed it against his rock hard cock. “Does it feel like I don’t want this?” His voice was ragged. “I want you. So fucking much.” He kissed her, and it was a study in contradictions. Soft and tender and deep, convincing her as thoroughly as possible with lips and teeth and tongue.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-15 12:13 am UTC (link)

She yelped when he took her hands, pressing them firmly against his groin. But once the contact was made, she found herself groaning, her head falling back as all of her muscles tensed with need.

Dorcas lifted her head back up when he kissed her, and in a way she sensed his inner conflict as it mingled with her own. There was that same, white hot need and want, and that same sense of hesitation that was dancing around each other's intents and emotions.

"I need this," she admitted, not even sure how or why they'd gotten to the point they were at. But Dorcas wanted it with every fiber of her being.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-15 12:23 am UTC (link)

That admittance settled things. John wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her close, bending his head to kiss the side of her jaw. Moving his mouth down her neck, he nipped at the hollow of her throat. Fuck. He didn’t want to move. He wanted her right then and there. But… “Bedroom.” He stated, his voice gruff and low against her skin, his tongue daring out to taste her.

Using his leverage on her waist, he shifted forward and stood up, holding her to him.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-15 12:28 am UTC (link)

She almost didn't want him to take her to the bedroom. It meant moving and it meant that there would be time, even only a few minutes, between now and then, and he might change his mind. She was so sick with need she thought she might die if he decided against the direction they were going.

When he stood, her legs wrapped around his waist. She wondered if that was the right thing to do, but it always looked sexy in movies, so she went with it. Dorcas buried her face in his neck, tasting and nipping at the skin just beneath his jawline.

Then she realized that he'd never been to her house before. "Over there," she gasped, clutching his shoulder tightly with one arm and gesturing with the other. Dorcas and Lindsay had bedrooms on opposite sides of the flat, and it would've been weird to end up shagging on Lindsay's bed, for sure.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-15 01:10 am UTC (link)

John let out a groan as her mouth moved against his jaw. Sooner they got to this fucking bedroom, the better. With her legs wrapped around his waist like that, he just wanted to press her up against the nearest wall. One of his hands slid down her back to palm her arse firmly, dragging his hand down to her thigh, finger wrapping around it and sliding upwards a little. Walking as quickly as he could, John made straight for the direction that Dorcas gestured to. Pushing the door to her bedroom open with one quick nudge of his foot, he made straight for the bed.

Bending forward, he set her down, one knee on the bed nudged between her legs. Leaning back from her, he reached down and swiftly ripped his shirt off and up over his head. Chest bare, he bent down over her body, both hands working up under the hem of her shirt. As he lifted it, he caressed the skin it revealed with his mouth, tongue and lips moving over every bare inch.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-15 02:19 am UTC (link)

Dorcas couldn't help feeling relieved when her back hit the soft mattress of the bed. Finally. If she had to wait much longer, she knew she would burst.

Thankful that Lindsay worked nights, Dorcas heard herself cry out a bit when she felt his knee part her legs. Just that simple action had her shuddering with sheer ecstasy. It was such a simple movement, yet so very sexy at the same time. She'd never really thought about it like that before. Romance novels certainly couldn't capture the heat of the moment.

She reached out for him, but he'd pulled back to remove his shirt. Merlin, she thought, and groaned when she saw just how good the years had been to him. He was well sculpted, and even in the dim light she could see the contours and definitions of the muscles in his chest.

Yes, there was a part of her that wanted to take things slowly. But the larger part of her was feverishly desperate for connection and a release of a pressure that had been building in her abdomen ever since the moment she'd first felt his skin. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed his lips and hands on her skin, and gripping tightly, she couldn't help pulling his face back up to hers so that she could kiss him with all of the passion that had been building up, her teeth sinking into his lower lip. A sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan escaped her mouth and got lost in his own.

Twenty years, she reminded herself, was a long time to go without wanting.

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jdisnotamused
2012-09-15 02:54 am UTC (link)

Her skin tasted good. Better than good. The way she tugged his face up, and the sharp sting of her teeth on his lower lip, went straight to his groin. Fuck yes. John growled, hands moving around her ribs and tugging her up tight against him. He kissed her back hard, teeth knocking together, swallowing the delectable noise that slipped out of her and into his mouth. Nudging his knee more firmly between her legs, he broke away from her mouth to grab hold of her shirt with both hands and tug it upwards over her head.

Throwing it aside, he sat back from her for a second, eyes taking her in with one heated look. “Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was a low, rough sound. J.D. slid his hands up her ribs, palms settling over her breasts, his thumbs rubbing roughly against her nipples. Bending forward, he wrapped his lips around one, tongue curling and sucking just this side of rough on it.

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_dorcas_
2012-09-22 05:10 am UTC (link)

She winced a brief moment when their teeth clashed, a little shocked by the sudden bump in the way things were going. But it barely stopped them. No sooner had she caught her breath was she squirming out of her shirt as he pulled it over her shoulders, She shuddered and moaned when he took control of her chest, back instinctively arching in order to press her body towards his, her fingernails raking along his spine as she gasped in pleasure.

Before Dorcas even realized what she was doing, her legs had come up on either side of him and she was reaching towards his waste, wondering if he would notice how her hands were shaking as she tried to find his belt in the dark.

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