surprise, farrah.
Who: Fitz and Farrah What: One of Fitz's visits during his jetting around the country When: Suuuuper duper backdated to like... January Where: Farrah's place. Her seashell bed, to be precise.
Fitz was glad to be home.
Well, not home. He didn’t need to head back to the lake house just yet, though he really did want to dunk himself into any sort of body of water for some much needed refreshment. But he could hold off a little longer, and he much preferred dropping in unexpected instead of going to some immediate rest. That was the point in jumping on an early flight back, wasn’t it?
He’d wanted to take a cab and just leave his car at the airport so he could just ignore annoying things like paying attention to the road, but he had luggage that he didn’t want to leave in the parking lot to consider, and there was no way he was going to send it home ahead of him in case Dex caught wind and demanded to know why he had come home early and not mentioned it. Fitz loved Dex, very much, but after being away for what had been far longer than expected, Fitz preferred to spend his first few hours home Dex-free, though perhaps not Farrah-free. She could be more relaxing. Much more, in fact. Or she was more demanding than Dex times twelve; there was no telling which, but in any case Fitz felt that he preferred her just then to his friend.
He parked in front of her house, and climbed out, pulling the collar of his coat up against the cold, which was refreshing compared to the mugginess of the west coast. He rang the doorbell and waited, checking his watch. It was entirely possible that Farrah was asleep or perhaps not at home; Gwen’s car was gone, so it was possible that the two had gone out.
It wasn’t really sleeping in if you only got home as the school buses were driving along to pick up the elementary school children, or at least that’s what Farrah thought each and every time she slept past noon. She was a bartender, and one that occasionally went out with a few drinks with friends after work, so she had to think her life wasn’t all that different. Granted, she’d stayed up as late as she had last night because she was attempting to get a parking ticket erased from her record, but that was beside the point.
The point was, when her doorbell rang, she was still asleep.
Now she didn’t get a whole lot of company at her place, so the fact that someone was ringing her doorbell was definitely worth a look, as she knew Gwen was gone and like a worried mother, her thoughts immediately went to the fact that something could’ve happened to her. She threw on the champagne colored silk robe to hide the fact that she hadn’t slept in much more than panties and walked out to her front door, idly running a finger through her hair as she left the security chain on the door and opened it up just a crack to peer outside.
Who she saw on the other side of her door was entirely unexpected, and she shut the door back abruptly so that she could open the chain, then threw it open wide. He’d been gone for a while, and while Farrah wasn’t used to such sentiments where men were concerned, she couldn’t deny that the sight of him reminded her that she’d missed him quite a bit.
“Fitzy!” She said as she walked out and flung her arms around his neck for a squeeze, then turned her head to press her lips square against his. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming back!”
Fitz immediately opened his arms so that he could gather her against her chest. She felt soft and warm and, even without the fact she was just wearing a robe, he could tell she had just been asleep. Still, it was hard to feel guilty now that he had her in his arms.
“Of course I was coming back,” he murmured, wrapping her up a bit in his coat, because it was cold and they were still on the doorstep. Conscious of that, he gracefully (if that was possible) bundled her back inside the house. “You are quite the draw.”
He kissed her cheeks before pressing his mouth to hers again, rubbing his hand firmly down over her back. “I bumped my flight up,” he added, though he probably didn’t need to explain.
The fabric of his coat carried the cool quality of the air, seeping easily though the thin layer of silk that was her robe, though Farrah didn’t care. She squeezed him happily, allowing him to wrap her in his coat and take her back inside without complaint, even though she would’ve continued to stand in bare feet on her wet porch and cuddle him without a problem. “Well, I didn’t know you’d be back today,” she clarified as she slipped her arms around his waist and beneath his coat where he was warm and firm, tucking her nose against the side of his neck and gently kissing at the skin beneath her mouth. “Though I was hoping you’d be back sooner rather than later,” she murmured.
She tipped her head back to accept his kisses, humming lightly when he finally pressed his mouth against hers. “Mmm, you’re sneaky,” she murmured against his mouth, taking his bottom lip lightly between her teeth and tugging for a moment before she released it, and lifted one hand to smooth along his jaw. “I’m glad you’re home, Fitzwilliam.”
Fitz held her close, breathing in the scent of her. He had missed her so much, so now that he was with her again he took a moment to press his face into her hair so that she wouldn’t see his expression which was, he knew, probably a bit too much.
“Very sneaky,” he murmured into her hair. “Dex doesn’t know I’m in town yet. Will you hide me for now?” he pulled away, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear, and studied her face to make sure she didn’t look too tired. “I’m sorry I woke you up, darling.”
“Of course,” she said with a soft laugh, pleased that he’d come to see her before going home and presumably to see Dex, and not for jealous, spiteful reasons. It was a telling action, she had to think, and though she attempted to remind herself to be wary, it was difficult just then as she was genuinely pleased to see him. Dangerous territory, but she could look into what he’d been up to while he was gone later, and soothe her nerves. “You can hide with me for as long as you want.”
She leaned slightly into the touch when he smoothed her hair behind her ear, and lifted her hand to cover his. “Don’t be ridiculous. I was going to be waking up soon anyway, and I’d be very displeased with you if you’d skipped over me. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired?” She moved to rest her forehead against his, a smile slowly spreading across her face as she moved her hand to toy lightly with his collar. “We could always go back to bed. You could take off all your clothes and regal me with tales of your travels.”
Fitz smiled, turning his hand to weave his fingers with hers. He was a great fan of touching, hand-holding, of all kinds of physical affection, and Farrah was no different. Ever since he’d gone to dinner with her that first time, he’d just wanted to touch her, to be in physical contact with her in any way imaginable.
“I’m all of those things,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “But I am rather fond of the idea of going to bed. Especially your bed. It’s infamous.”
“Hm, I could make you a snack?” Farrah offered, attempting to think of the contents of her refrigerator and what she could whip up quickly for him. “Or we could order take out, and eat it in bed. Lay around all day like lazy asses, hole ourselves away.” If she was hiding him from Dex, it wasn’t like they could go out anywhere, and honestly she was sort of in love with the idea of having Fitz all to herself for a day while they hid from the world.
She shifted her head again to once more find his mouth, then tugged on the fingers that were currently linked to hers as she began to walk toward her bedroom. “I have the most badass bed around, it’s true,” she said. “And now I’m going to fill it with the cutest boy.” Her room was neat, though because she’d gotten up in a rush, the bed was unmade. Not that Farrah was worried about that. Instead she untied her robe and pushed it over her shoulders. “It’s no pants Sunday in my room, though. I should warn you of the dress code.”
“We could definitely do that,” Fitz said, finding the idea of being lazy and carefree with Farrah as attractive as she did. He’d been mostly working while he was away, after all, and he knew he needed to take a break and relax. He made sure to toe off his shoes before she was suddenly leading him to her bedroom.
He couldn’t help but laugh a little when he finally caught sight of her seashell-shaped bed, but it was a very pleased sort of laugh. Climbing into an actual giant seashell wasn’t actually an impossibility for both his species and the weirdness of the world, after all. He was glad he didn’t have to look away when she slipped off the robe, and obediently began to pull off his coat and work on his suit. “Only on Sundays?” he asked.
“No,” Farrah said as she bent to divest herself of her panties, then moved over to help him with his suit. “I sort of pick whatever day I don’t allow handsome men to wear clothes in my bedroom. It’s the sort of power one can take advantage of when they’re queen of the castle, you see.” She got his jacket open, and while he shrugged that off she moved on to help with his shirt.
It didn’t seem all that weird to have him here with her like this, and it wasn’t as though she’d have to worry about Gwen interrupting them, or Dex, for that matter, as Gwen knew she wasn’t too partial to having that man in her house. His best friend, however, was beginning to look like a welcome addition. “Don’t judge me for my abuse of power, but honestly, Fitzy. It’s been far too long.”
Fitz felt he was justified in being distracted from disrobing once Farrah came up to help him with it. But she more than compensated for how his hands slowed a bit when it came to getting him undressed. “I think that’s very tyrannical of you,” he said, slipping off his shirt. “But tyrants can be rather sexy, so I don’t mind.”
“It’s the risk you take,” Farrah said mock-solemnly as she slid her hands over his sides, momentarily distracted from the act of helping him disrobe by the appearance of his bare chest. She moved in, wrapping her arms around his waist so she could press her breasts against his chest and press a kiss to the side of his throat. “Undressing you is distracting,” she murmured.
“Quite distracting,” Fitz agreed, his voice going a bit low due to Farrah pushing herself up against him. His hands moved over her back, fingertips tracing over the dip of her spine. She was warm, and the vestiges of cold from outside that had clung to him were rapidly dissipating. “Perhaps you could get in bed and I’ll finish the rest.”
“Hmm,” she hummed lightly, her lips still dragging along the skin of his throat before she forced herself to take a step back. They would both be far more productive that way. “Alright. But only if you promise to make it quick,” she said as she backed to the edge of the bed and then sat down, scooting until she was on the opposite side, and therefore giving him room to climb in with her.
The last thing Fitz felt like doing was to take his time right then, so he didn’t. He quickly stripped himself of the rest of his clothes before sitting on the bed and swinging his legs up, moving closer to the middle to join Farrah.
He put an arm around her, pulling her close. The bed was still warm from where she had been sleeping. “I missed you so much,” he murmured into her hair.
Farrah couldn’t help but allow her gaze to linger on him as he shed his pants, feeling like it’d been far too long since the last time she’d seen him naked, and, admittedly, checking his skin for any obvious signs that he’d been with someone else. His skin was still pale and flawless, his body lithe and more than just a little enticing, and when he scooted into bed with her, she rolled to press herself against him and relish the sensation of his skin on hers, which she hadn’t felt in far too long.
“I missed you too,” she said as she pressed her nose against his chest, breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him and telling herself she was only saying it because it was the correct thing to say, even though that wasn’t true. Fitz was so earnestly gentle and respectful with her she could find no reason to get mad at him, and no matter how deep she dug, she could never find anything that he was doing wrong. She tried to tell herself again and again that it was only a matter of time before she found something, but she did like him, despite her feelings for most men, and she had missed him very much. “Get comfortable, because I’m going to keep you here for a good, long while and veto any attempts to take you away again.” She tipped her head back to press her lips lightly against his. “I’m not above turning myself into a fox and biting the shit out of anyone that walks through that door.”
Fitz closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of her, of having her tucked against him so neatly. Every time he got to have her in his arms he always felt a fond possessiveness of her. She was special; he wasn’t sure if she knew it, but he did. She was one of those women who could do anything and have anything they wanted, and the fact she chose him never ceased to startle or please him.
“I’m very comfortable,” he murmured, sounding amused at the idea of Farrah going feral. He bent his head to kiss at her temple, smiling against her skin. “I don’t plan on going anywhere soon, unless it involves you accompanying me. Hopefully you won’t turn into a fox, though. I can’t help but think that if someone walks in and tries to kidnap me, it wouldn’t help the situation.”
Farrah allowed her hands to wander up his sides, taking in the smooth, warm quality of his skin and the muscles that were lean and firm beneath her fingertips. She’d never been one for being cuddled, really, at least not since she was a child and not by her mother, though she found that she did quite enjoy it with Fitz. Being pressed against him skin to skin like this was nice and warm in a way that was foreign to her, but enjoyable none the less. The fact that she knew she could lay there with him like that for as long as she wanted was another source of comfort, as most men would’ve expected her to be on her back the second she pulled her clothes off.
Not that she would’ve minded that from Fitz, but he was different, and she appreciated that.
“I’ll save the fox stuff as a last resort. Maybe if Dex comes in here and throws you over his shoulder or something, I can turn into a fox and launch myself at him until he drops you at least. Though, foxes aren’t the most menacing of animals, it’s true.” She smoothed her hand around from his back to his chest, lightly tracing her fingers through the faint spattering of hair there. “But if no one knows you’re back in town, we should be safe.”
“Not so menacing, no. But if you bit in the right place, I’m sure you’d manage to rescue me,” Fitz replied, with a little bit of a wink. Despite the banter, he was relatively certain that he was going to stick around in Farrah’s shell-shaped bed for as long as he possibly could, and the earliest he was going to leave was to have a shower, and possibly with her. So no worries there.
“I bet you’re a cute little fox,” he remarked, drawing a small spiral design down over her back. “The next time you feel the urge you should go run about in my backyard. It’s very nice out there in the trees.”
“I’d have to do my best to protect you, especially because I convinced you to get naked,” Farrah said, smiling up at him. “No one wants to be kidnapped, especially not when they’re naked and vulnerable.” She scooted up just a bit in the bed so she could have easier access to his mouth, interested in kissing him a bit more as they talked, as that had definitely been an act she’d missed.
“Mmm, I’d like that,” Farrah murmured before pressing her lips gently against his, tipping her head to deepen the kiss, but still keeping it soft and slow. When she spoke again, it was with her lips still pressed against his and his breath on her face. “It’s hard to find places to run freely as a fox without worrying about being caught or hurt or anything like that. Perhaps we should wait until Dex is gone, though. Probably shouldn’t give him an opportunity to ‘accidentally’ shoot me or something.”
“At least I have you to rely on to protect me,” Fitz said against her lips, pulling her just a little bit closer when she started kissing him again. He allowed himself to relax against her and into the kiss, feeling some of the wears of his stressful past few weeks to evaporate a bit. Yes, coming by to see her first thing had been a good idea on all counts.
He tucked his hand under her hair to gently tickle at the back of her neck. “Dex would do nothing of the sort,” he said, amused. “He’s jealous and bratty, not homicidal. You should go and see the forest. I’m never in there.” Fitz’s main interest, after all, was the lake, but he’d spent enough of his childhood climbing trees to know that a good portion of his property was being woefully underused.
“You need protection,” Farrah said solemnly, or as solemn as she could get when she was much more distracted by his mouth, which happened to be at quite a convenient place just then. “Handsome boys are an endangered species, after all.” And handsome, nice men were even rarer, Farrah had to think. Fitzy was probably the first genuine one she’d ever come across in all her years, though to be fair, she hadn’t exactly been looking for nice guys, either.
When Fitz called Dex bratty and jealous, she couldn’t help but laugh, dipping her head to rub her nose lightly against his. “I hope you’re right,” she said, nibbling on his bottom lip, though she honestly didn’t think Dex had it in him to kill anyone on purpose. He was a bit like a spoiled giant, but she’d seen him be earnestly sweet with people he was fond of, like Fitz. Though as always, he could’ve stood to treat her little sister a little better. “And I will. Next time I go. I’ll make myself a fox hole out there, just in case shit gets dodgy.”
“Well, there you go,” Fitz said, nuzzling and kissing at the side of her neck. She smelt good on top of managing to look utterly gorgeous despite him having dragged her out of bed, and he wanted to appreciate it. “It’s all set.”
He smoothed her hair back from her face and proceeded to nibble gently on her lip. “I hope you weren’t too lonely while I was away,” he said, gently. “Did you get up to anything fun?”
Farrah’s head tipped back agreeably when he moved to her neck, her fingers slipping up from his shoulder to sink into his hair, as she had missed touching that quite a bit. She adored the springiness of it, loved slipping her fingers through in such a way that gently pulled it straight, then watching it recoil right back into it’s original, curly position. She liked his hair. Adored his eyes and his laugh and his smile. Liked lots of things about him, actually, that she’d never even paid attention to on other men.
“I hung out with Gwen a lot,” she said. “Went on a few girls nights out with some of the girls from work. But I was lonely for you,” she said, nuzzling him in return. “There are no Fitzybilly replacements in my life. What about you? Did you do anything fun while you were away? Spend your evenings charming gaggles of excitable young ladies?”
Fitz smoothed his fingers over her neck, beginning to rub a bit there, and slightly lower, to her shoulders. He did tip his head to the side a little, though, enjoying the way her fingers pulled a bit at his hair. He saw nothing too special about it, but she liked it all the same.
“Hmm,” he replied, thoughtfully. “Well, when it came to socializing like a proper yuppie, I might have been charming on some nights and the ladies excitable in others, but it rarely happened at the same time. Anyway, it’s boring in L.A., and its worse there than here. I think I have about a hundred people introduce themselves to me and leave after a minute once they realized I couldn’t get them into a movie.” He kissed her soundly, and smiled. “So boring. Next time I go on a trip you should come with me, even for a few days.”
“Mm, that sounds like fun,” she agreed. “Where’s the next place you’re going? I missed you terribly when you were gone, Fitzy, though I wouldn’t see the pleasure in going somewhere like Connecticut.” She dipped her head to press her lips lightly against his chest. “And anyway, I bet you made lots of panties disapppear, you might just not have known it.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can make Connecticut a fun place to be,” he teased, tugging gently on her hair. “Or as fun as it can be, which may not be a whole lot, I suppose. But at least there’s always a hotel a few hundred miles away from anyone who can possibly barge in.” He bent to kiss her on the forehead. “And I’m only charming with you. Don’t be fooled.”
“You make the best points,” Farrah said with a smile, nuzzling gently beneath his jawline. “I’d happily visit all the shitty states with you if it meant we could get a little privacy.” She shifted her mouth to the side of his neck before gently biting down, grazing her teeth over him but keeping it light. “Though if we went to someplace like Connecticut, I might accidentally sabotage your work when I refuse to let you out of bed.” She pressed her lips to the spot she’d just gently been grazing her teeth over. “Might do that anywhere, actually, but I suppose that’s just the risk you’ll take.”
Fitz felt a mild shiver travel down his spine at the pressure of her teeth, but he smiled all the same, brushing his lips over her hairline. “I’m sure I’ve managed to make a profit around worse saboteurs than you,” he assured her, his voice soft, amused. “You are too much of a sweetheart to me, I’m afraid I can’t take your threats very seriously.”
“I’m sweet to you because you’re sweet to me,” Farrah murmured after a brief moment of contemplation, and that was the truth. If Fitz had ever behaved like an asshole to her, he would’ve found out rather quickly how not sweet Farrah could be. But because he was nothing but patient and gentle and kind to her, she’d allowed herself to indulge in the rare urges he inspired within her, which was ultimately to be just as sweet in return.
“And I suppose I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend if I kept you from turning a profit,” Farrah sighed, shifting closer so that she could drape one of her legs over his and hold him all the closer, humming softly when their bodies lined up just so. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she murmured, knowing that she’d told him that already, but the realization had just hit her again. “It’s not often that I miss someone the way I missed you.”
“Why wouldn’t I be sweet to you?” Fitz asked, raising his eyebrows, amused. Farrah inspired a lot of things, and while admittedly some of those were rather lusty and passionate in nature, she was like any woman in that she deserved kindness and gentleness and thoughtfulness which, conveniently, Fitz enjoyed giving.
When she hooked her thigh around him, though, and subtly changed the pressure of their bodies, he made a soft noise in the back of his throat, bending down to kiss her firmly on the mouth, lingering for a moment. “You’re a very good girlfriend,” he murmured.
Farrah shrugged, having long given up on the mystery that was men and why they chose to behave the way they did, or at least most of them did. Fitz didn’t seem to be like that, but how was she to know? Their relationship was just in its first stage, and she, being who she was, naturally was terrified that it was going to give out sooner rather than later. “I don’t know. People are cruel sometimes, Fitzy. But you’re not one of them.”
The new positioning had her pressing closer, rubbing her body against his as she made a low, soft noise in her throat and slid her hand back into his hair while they kissed. “You’re a good boyfriend,” she murmured. “A very handsome one at that. I hit quite the jackpot.”
“Mmn, I can’t be cruel with you. Look at you,” he said, pulling away slightly to give her a very good once-over. He smoothed her hair back from her face, and his eyes went somewhat soft. “I hope you don’t think I’m going over the top, but really, Farrah. You’re beautiful.” He leaned down, kissing her along the edge of her hairline. “Don’t forget that.”
What he thought he generally found true. And Farrah had managed to incite that part of him that made his heart flutter just a little faster, his nerves heighten just a bit more. She made him joyful and nervous and happy. He couldn’t help it. He had willingly allowed Farrah to wrap him around her finger; perhaps his biggest bungle in relationships was getting attached too quickly, despite his best efforts.
Farrah had been around enough to be aware of what she looked like and that she was passably attractive, or at least knew how to make herself attractive enough to some men to get what she wanted, ultimately. She’d been told she was beautiful by men before, by her own father even, but it had never stopped any man from fucking her over if the correct opportunity presented itself. Still, that wasn’t to say that she wasn’t charmed by or appreciative of Fitz’s words. She just couldn’t help but wish that the previous men in her life finding her attractive would’ve kept them from hurting her, or lessened her ability to hurt them back in the end.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly, tipping her head back to kiss him again. He made her feel warm all over in a way she wasn’t quite used to, and she pressed forward just a bit more, her leg tightening around his hip as she kissed him. “I wish I’d known you were coming home today,” she murmured. “I would’ve done something special for you, or at least fixed my hair. I probably would’ve still greeted you mostly naked, though.”
“Sorry,” Fitz murmured, against her mouth, in between kissing her, because lips like Farrah’s deserved all the attention that they could get. “I wanted to surprise you. And you don’t need to fix your hair,” he added, nibbling at her bottom lip. “What’s there to fix? Besides, I’d just mess it up anyway.”
“It was a nice surprise,” Farrah admitted against his lips, laughing lightly when he said he’d just mess her hair up again. “I do a number on yours too,” she said with a sigh. “Good thing I adore it best when it’s nice and tousled, hm?”
“I’d hate to be a bad surprise,” Fitz murmured, stroking a hand down along her side, tracing over her soft, warm skin. He turned his head to go a bit downwards, nibbling along the side of her neck with an eagerness reserved only for her and the cupcakes she made for him. “Mmmn, my hair’s all neat and tidy to make me look respectable for airplane travel. You should fix it.”
Farrah laughed at the ticklish quality of his nibbling on her neck, but tipped her head back to offer up more without thought, generally enjoying it when he put his hands or mouth anywhere on her body. “I should, shouldn’t I?” She murmured, lifting her hands to smooth through his hair, watching the way the loosened curls still wrapped around her fingers. “You’ll have to take me with you the next time you leave. Otherwise, how will you get your hair properly tousled?”
“You do seem to be the only one who can tousle it properly,” Fitz murmured, thoughtfully. He pressed his face close to the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her, while his hand circled about her waist. He rocked his entire body very gently against her, concentrating on the brush and push of her body, the shape of her against him. “You’ll have to come on every trip.”
Farrah moaned softly when he began to rock his body against her, her fingers tightening slightly in his hair to tug gently on it in encouragement, entirely distracted by what he was doing. “Well, if you insist,” she murmured with a small smile, tipping his head to bring his mouth closer for another kiss. She made another noise in her throat when she slipped her tongue past his lips, licking at his tongue and sucking gently on the tip. “I can do other things, in addition to tousling your hair,” she murmured when the kiss broke. “If you’d prefer.”
He kissed her back gladly when she manoeuvred his mouth over to hers. He liked to cuddle with her, sure, and he was in relatively decent control of himself when he had to be. He also considered himself a gentleman. But it had been weeks and here she was naked against him and, after all, what was gentlemanly about coming home from work, getting into bed with your girlfriend, and not letting her know how much you had missed her in every possible way? So when she was finished kissing him his mouth went back to her neck, and one hand slid up to smooth over the curve of her breast, the pad of his thumb brushing over her nipple. “As long as tousled hair is a byproduct,” Fitz breathed.
Farrah adored that Fitz never pushed her for anything the way most men would’ve, and while she appreciated that he always respected her boundaries, she’d ultimately climbed into bed naked with him because she wanted to be close to him and touch him and have him inside her after weeks of going without. Farrah’s body recognized he warm, firm form next to her on the bed and was unable to keep the part of her that just wanted to push him back on the bed and lick every inch of his body dormant anymore.
“I’ll make it a top priority,” she murmured with a distinct hitch in her voice, her back arching to press her breast deeper into his palm. The hand that was closest to him slid down from his hair after a moment, over the plane of his stomach and all the way down to his cock, which had already begun to stir to life. She wrapped her fingers around the length of him, squeezing lightly before beginning to slowly stroke. “Though honestly, darling, your performance banks a lot on how well your hair is tousled,” she teased in an intimate voice directly into his ear.
Fitz produced a sound in the back of his throat when she reached down and grasped him, pressing instinctively into her touch. His fingers pressed into the soft mound of her breast, and his mouth dipped down a bit further so that he was nibbling at the hard edge of her collarbone.
“Fair enough,” he breathed, a little bit hoarsely. He shifted, pressing forward, slowly repositioning them both so that she was on her back, and he was on top of her, which was a position he felt was best for when he wanted to lavish attention on her. “Don’t be afraid to give me feedback, though. I like to learn.”
“You’ve never disappointed thus far, darling,” she murmured, her fingers squeezing gently and reflexively along the length of him as she allowed herself to be tipped onto her back. She enjoyed everything Fitz had ever done to her, and if he wanted her on her back, she would gladly comply. “Do anything you want and I’ll direct you from there.”
Fitz pushed his mouth firmly to hers, and this time the kiss was strong and insistent, as if he really wanted her to know how much he’d actually missed her company. And he had. For awhile he had gotten used to always sleeping alone, but after having the privilege of waking up beside her a few times, once he had gone away to work the loneliness of his bed was even more pronounced.
He knew he had to be more careful with his emotions, but when he liked someone it became almost impossible to not act like an idiot. Farrah made him feel like he could no longer think. He smoothed his hands over her body, feeling her skin soft and warm and reacting to his touch, before shifting, dipping his head down to kiss the spot between her breasts.
Farrah slid her free hand into his hair, tightening her fingers in the curly strands and holding him close so she could meet him kiss for kiss even though it was apparent she didn’t have to. She was just greedy and eager for having gone too long without him. She’d never really craved one man in particular as opposed to the more simple matter of sex in general, but it was obvious to her that it was Fitz she needed and wanted just then, not anyone else.
When he pulled back from the kiss, she slid her hand from his face and down to his jaw, running her thumb lightly over one of those rather striking cheekbones and then down further to rest on his shoulder as he dipped his head to kiss between her breasts. She tipped her head to watch him, gently squeezing the tip of his cock in appreciation when she stroked upward and allowing her legs to tighten against him, though he had to know she didn’t want him going anywhere else just then.
Fitz made a soft sound in his throat, finding it a bit difficult to concentrate completely on what he was doing when she had a hand between his legs and in his hair, but he supposed that he could manage. He certainly wasn’t going to tell her to stop touching him, after all. He smoothed his hands around her waist, not really holding her in place, just touching her, and turned his head to slick his tongue over the bead of her nipple.
It was the most physical contact Farrah had had with anyone since he left, as the occasional hug from her sister or one of the girls at work was on a whole different level than having Fitz laying on top of her with his cock in her hand and his mouth on her nipples. She was a tactile creature by nature, his licks and kisses seeming to linger on her skin long after he’d moved on to something else and causing her to make soft, mewling noises.
Fitz dragged his mouth over her breast and to the other one, moving without focus, but in a manner that was more relaxed than over eager, though of course there was that as well. As per usual he wanted a lot of her as soon as possible, but found he had to linger over her as soon as he got down to business, as it were. His hands smoothed up to work over her breasts when he was not kissing or sucking or nibbling them.
Farrah exhaled harshly when he began to move from one breast to the other, arching her back a bit and offering herself up even as her legs tightened around him. Of course, she logically knew there was no real danger of him climbing off of her and venturing out into the house to leave her there wet and aching, though she supposed her body didn’t know that, and was far more interested in making sure he stayed right where he was.
“God, I missed this,” she breathed. Of course she’d already told him that she’d missed him, but she hadn’t just missed his company. She missed the way he smelled and the way he tasted and the sounds he made when she gently squeezed his cock or he pressed inside her. It was unfair, she thought. Unfair that he’d made her like him so much, want him so much, when she’d never given two shits about a man in her life. “Need this. Need you.”
Fitz’s touch became firmer, more possessive, and the longer she touched him the harder he found holding back. He shifted and pushed his mouth roughly to her lips, slipping his tongue against hers in a deep, intense kiss. His hands moved over her, from her breasts down to her thighs, nails scraping gently down the backs of her legs and her nipped at her swollen lips. “I need you too,” he breathed, because while he had spent many a lonely night in his hotel without her for company, that ache was nowhere near to how he felt just then.
Farrah made a low, intent noise when he pressed his lips back against hers, her lips parting easily for his kiss and eating at his mouth in turn. She felt fevered and greedy, no doubt a side effect of going without him for so long and perhaps one that she should’ve tampered back a bit instead of leaping on him the moment he came in the door, but she just couldn’t help it. It wasn’t often Farrah allowed herself to feel anything in the area where men were concerned, and the fact that she felt anything for Fitz had to be channeled somewhere because she certainly couldn’t work it out reasonably in her head.
Fitz groaned against her mouth as he continued to clumsily try and kiss her while his hands were preoccupied, hiking her leg aside with one, and sliding the fingers of his other between her thighs. She was so slick and hot that he gasped softly, and licked at the corner of her mouth.
Farrah moved her legs to accommodate him once she figured out what he was doing, unraveling the tangle of long limbs they’d become upon beginning to touch each other and holding her leg where he placed it, leaving herself open. She gasped when he slid his fingers between her thighs, her lips parting and her head tipping back just a bit in natural reaction.
Fitz ran his lips over her cheek, breathing in the scent of her skin while he moved his fingers against her, stroking smoothly and firmly, listening to the noises she made and feeling how she moved beneath him. He wanted to compliment her again, tell her how she made him feel, but he felt like he did it so often, she might suspect he didn’t mean it.
Farrah lifted one hand to curl her fingers in his hair, not attempting to direct him on what to do or where to go next, but simply wanting to hold on to something. Her other hand slid over his back, feeling all the smooth skin and lean muscle before she curled her fingers a bit and dragged her nails gently down over his skin. She moaned openly, not particularly putting on a show but not attempting to hold back any reaction to what he was making her feel.
Fitz shuddered as he felt her nails rake down his back, and he didn’t think there was any reason in prolonging it any further. He wanted her and he would have to be asleep not to see that she wanted him. He turned his head to kiss her along the neck as he took to grasping at her hips and tugging her up, swiftly rearranging the both of them so that he was nestled between her thighs, before pushing inside of her with a groan.
Farrah had been close to begging. So close, in fact, that her lips had opened on the word ‘please’ as her head tilted back to further allow access to the column of her throat, but Fitz, being the mystifying male creature that he was, was already moving to press himself inside her. She cried out when she felt the head of his cock slide over her, then find purchase inside her, her nails pressing deeper into his skin as she writhed beneath him. It had been too long.
Fitz groaned her name out against her neck as he rocked his hips forward against hers. He was caught between smoothing his hands over her or grasping at the bed to find support, and settled for laying himself down against her as close as he could. His lips brushed over her throat, feeling her skin vibrate as she made those twisting, mind-bending noises.
Farrah gripped at his back, her legs lifting higher to wind tighter around his body, holding him close to her as he began to move. He was all she could see, feel, hear or smell just then, and she was wrapped up entirely in him in a way she’d never been with anyone else before. Her hand slid to his hair, tangling gently in the curls there and encouraging his mouth on her neck.
Fitz mouthed at her neck, sucking at the skin, scraping his teeth over the column of her throat as soon as she worked her fingers into his hair. His fingers twisted into the sheets beneath her as he moved his hips down against her, each movement agonizingly tense and urgent.
It had been far too long for Farrah, who had abstained from seeking out anyone else in Fitz’s absence. Farrah was many things, but she held cheaters about on the same level as puppy killers and even if her initial intentions where he was concerned weren’t exactly admirable, she could freely admit (at least to herself) that there was an aspect to Fitz, and the fondness she now felt for him, that made her not exactly want to be a better person, but had definitely lessened her urge to act out against men in general, and had entirely taken away her urge to sabotage him. It was dangerous territory she had no idea how to navigate through, so for the time being she could only follow blindly along and hope he never figured out how horrible she really was, or rather, could be.
The tense urgency of his movements were contagious, and Farrah dug her nails lightly into the skin of his back, her body wound tight as she moved with him as best she could, making sure every time he pressed inside her resulted in a resounding slap of skin on skin.
Her nails in his back were sensations he barely registered, swamped by his attention to other things. He didn’t try to hold back or limit himself or his moments, he just let himself go. Farrah was all that mattered and as ever he wanted as much of her as he could get, and she not only made him want to forget about anything but her, she just had him doing that anyway.
He moved his mouth to hers, kissing her eagerly in between his moans. He clung to her, feeling her skin, hot and damp against his own.
The volume inside the bedroom was steadily going up, creating a dissonant cluster of sounds composed of their moans, the smack of flesh on flesh, and where the upper part of Farrah’s seashell bed smacked against the wall. She didn’t care how loud they got then, as even though there was every chance her sister could return home unannounced, she knew Gwen would have enough sense to just leave as opposed to Dex, who would do God only knew what.
She wanted to be able to do more, say more, adequately express to him all the things he made her think and feel in those moments in a way that would come off as genuine and thoughtful as he always sounded when he paid her a compliment, but she simply could not. She gripped at him, concentrating on working her body against his in the most helpful way possible, and kept her lips pressed against his whenever she could.
Nothing restrained about his movements - if she wanted him to stop or slow down she would have to be pretty clear, since right then it was almost embarrassing how beyond he was and could really only register the most obvious of signals. And what was obvious was her body, and her moans, and her kisses. That he’d missed her was a gross understatement. Fitz adored and cared for Farrah, but he also desired her, and he wanted her, and only her, and now that he was having her it was all he could focus on.
He thoughtlessly kissed her mouth, her jaw, her neck and her shoulders, tasting her sweat on his tongue. His hands moved over her without direction, as pleased to run his fingertips over her arms and stomach as he was to stroke her breasts and hips.