Maxwell Trent (shadowinadream) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-05-04 00:15:00 |
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Current mood: | mischievous |
Entry tags: | may 2010 |
Who: Max and Casey
What: The much awaited dinner
When: Saturday evening/Sunday morning
Where: Max's apartment
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexy times beneath the cut, read if you want, don't if you don't!
Casey had been thinking about this dinner for quite a while. She’d taken the time to get ready for the meal. She hadn’t dressed up too much, but she’d made an effort. Her hair was up this time, in an elaborate bun at the base of her skull, a few loose wisps of hair brushing along the back of her shoulders. She’d gone for an off-the shoulder top and close fitting jeans, finishing the casual look off with a pair of high-top converse. She didn’t wear them when she was going to place where she wanted to make an impression, but she did love them. Besides, she was in jeans, not a dress and the jeans did enough good things for her legs that she didn’t have to worry too much about heels.
She knew Max had been quite specific with the time for a reason: he was actually making her dinner (she was so excited to actually taste his infamous cooking) and needed the time to get it ready and himself, presumably.
Tapping on the door, Casey hopped from foot to foot as she checked her make up was okay (in the pocket mirror she had in her bag). Once she was happy, she knocked a little harder and chewed on her lower lip, waiting for Max to let her in so that their evening could start.
She had a bottle of wine in the bag hanging from her other hand, just something for them to drink with dinner. She would have bought flowers, but Max wasn’t a woman. But maybe next time.
Max had spent the last couple of hours throwing together a three course meal inbetween keeping the rather demanding present in his guest bedroom happy with as much attention as he was able to give the young kitten. He knew it couldn't replace Grey, but it was a start, and he'd spent hours looking for just the right kitten at the shelter.
God, he hoped she liked it.
He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark t-shirt, bare feet and had his hair as styled as he could get it given that it had a penchant for being unruly and out of control. Almost like somebody had put their fingers into it and messed it up.
The table was set and all he had to do was plate up the food and they were good to go.
When the knock at his door came, Max took a deep breath and wandered over to open it, offering Casey a smile. "Hey."
Casey tilted her head at Max when he opened the door and smiled widely. "Hey yourself," she said, offering the bag to him. "I bought wine." She took half a step closer, going up on her toes to press a kiss against his lips before she looked up at him and asked, cheekily, "Strippogram, can I come in?"
Whatever he was cooking smelt good, and he looked great. She kind of wanted to stick her hands into his hair; it looked like someone else had had their hands in there, messing it up and even though she knew that wasn't the case, she felt very much like she wanted to just reclaim her territory.
Max chuckled as Casey teased him about being a Strippogram and simply curled an arm around her waist, ducking down to place another kiss on her mouth. "You know if you were a Strippogram this dinner I just slaved over would be totally ignored in favour of you."
Casey looked amazing, but she always looked amazing.
"C'mon, lemme get you something to drink and eat."
Casey's eyebrow lifted, fingers finally sinking into his hair as he kissed her again. "You mean I'm not worth being distracted by anyway?" she asked, totally teasingly because she really didn't care. She wanted to ask him how he knew she wasn't a Strippogram, but she refrained. That was probably a little too forward. She wasn't a 'ho. Not that she'd mind, doing something like that for Max. At some point. Not right now. She was kind of hungry.
"Sounds good to me," she murmured, reluctantly detangling herself from him. He smelt good and she really really liked kissing him.
Max laughed at her gentle teasing and shut the door after Casey, moving in the direction of the kitchen that was right next to the dining room meaning your guest could see you and you could see your guest. Not that he had many guests over for dinner.
He opened the wine and poured a glass for Casey and one for himself, passing Casey's glass over to her. "Here's to a good night." He knocked his glass against hers before taking a sip, turning his attention to serving up his starter.
"Hoping you haven't got an aversion to soup." Max rested a bowl in front of Casey and then rested a bowl of bread down as well.
She knocked her glass against his, echoing his toast with a laugh. It was a good night so far and they'd only just gotten started.
"I really don't mind soup," Casey reassured, catching Max's wrist and smiling up at him. "It smells delicious."
She poked it with the spoon a couple of times, waiting for him to be seated before she tried a spoonful. "Mm, store bought or home made?" she asked, genuinely curious and also wondering just how talented he was. If he'd made this, she was going to have to hire him to come and work in the coffee shop whenever he wasn't taking pictures of weddings and kids at schools and photos for Aidan.
"Home made," Max answered with a shrug before he himself took a spoonful. "It's one of my hidden talents, a well hidden talent mind you." He chuckled and took a sip of his wine, sitting back to take a better look at Casey. "I didn't tell you that you look amazing, did I?"
He offered a genuine smile. "You do by the way, look amazing that is."
Casey flushed. "Thanks, you look..." she didn't have a word that wasn't cliched, so she went for the one that came to mind, "hot."
At the knowledge that the soup was home made? Her eyebrows lifted. "Wow, you're a keeper, aren't you," she winked and went back to her soup, obviously enjoying it. "What are your other hidden talents, then? You gotta share now you've told me you have them, I'm sure there aren't situations where I'll just happen to stumble onto them."
Max ducked his head and rubbed the palm of his hand over the back of his neck, self consciously. "Thanks." He worried his lower lip with his teeth and tapped his fingers against the table as he always had a hard time sitting still.
At the mention of his hidden talents Max just lifted his shoulders, offering a sharp smile. "Wouldn't that ruin the surprise?"
Casey laughed softly and took another sip of her wine, "So they're all talents I can discover, huh?"
She leaned forward and asked, whilst picking a part a piece of bread, "Are you gonna give me any hints at all?"
Despite Max's insistence that he didn't need any help, Casey carried a couple of plates through to the kitchen until she was shuffled out and back to the table. Their conversation was easy and flowed comfortably as they ate the main course, the chicken was cooked to perfection and they were laughing and joking and eating and as they were eating, Casey felt herself falling for him more and more with each minute that passed.
She hadn't even thought that was possible.
They were halfway through dessert when she heard a thudding sound from another room, and then that was followed by the tiniest of meows. She heard a small voice asking what was going on and she glanced over at Max, confused.
"You have a cat?" she asked, unable to resist the urge she had to get to her feet and see the small kitten. It walked towards her and sniffed her hand and she picked it up with a delighted squeal, kissing its head. "Oh Max! She's gorgeous. When did you get her?" The kitten was purring and rubbing its head into Casey's hand as she walked back over to sit on the chair next to Max instead of opposite him. She'd eaten most of her dessert, she thought she could be forgiven for being distracted by the cutest kitten she had ever seen. She looked like one of the little ones from the shelter.
Max's eyes widened when the kitten decided it was tired of sleeping and wanted to make world war three out of his guest bedroom. Shit. And how in the hell had the kitten gotten out? He was so sure he'd put it away in a closed bedroom. Dammit!
"Me?" He repeated as he watched Casey with the kitten. "Uh, no, I don't have a cat." He rubbed at his hair and cleared his throat. "You have a cat, that's the kitten I picked up at the shelter for you. I mean I know it's no replacement for Grey, but you've been really down about her passing and I figured that a kitten might help and she was the cutest one I could find after hours of looking."
At this point he was in fact rambling.
Casey stared at him for a second before she looked between Max and the kitten, the kitten and Max. Something finally clicked in her mind and she leaned over, pressing her lips against his briefly. There would have been more, but the kitten meowed for attention and Casey leaned back. "Hold that thought, hang on..."
She lifted the kitten to her mouth and pressed a kiss to its head again, talking softly to it as she headed back into the guest room, explaining that she'd be back for her soon and she just had something to do. She talked soft and slow so that kitten understood that she wasn't abandoning her. That the kitten would actually be going home with her and they'd be friends forever.
When she shut the door, she walked back to Max, put her hands on his shoulders and promptly straddled his lap, nudging his nose with hers so that she could tilt his head back far enough to kiss him.
Max returned the brief kiss before Casey was whisking herself and the kitten away, causing Max to tilt his head to watch her with a small smile on his face. She liked the kitten, that was good, definitely a good thing.
It was only when she approached him that he lifted his eyebrow, wondering what she was thinking. Of course that became clear rather quickly, especially when she reduced his thought processes to nil by straddling his lap.
He dropped one hand to her hip where the lengths of his fingers curled and squeezed before the other reached up, tips burying into the well put together strands of blonde hair that if he had his way would be down in the next couple minutes. When she kissed him he opened her mouth and met her more than halfway, pulling her closer and making it his mission to explore every inch of her lips, leaving no piece of skin untouched.
Casey's back arched, trying to minimise the distance between herself and Max, teeth catching and tugging on his lower lip as she sank the lengths of her fingers into Max's hair, curling her fingers in it as she shifted that little bit closer with the touch of his hand against her hip and in her hair.
As if sensing what he wanted, she removed one hand, just to pull the hair-tie out of her hair so that it fell loose and long over her shoulders, letting her touch slide down Max's arm instead of burying her hand back in the tousled hair. One hand playing absently with the strands of Max's hair was enough. She nipped at his lower lip, touch wandering down the length of Max's arm and up to his shoulder, fingertips dragging along the line of his jaw, down his neck to rest at the hollow of his throat, palm pressed flat and fingertips splayed, her hand squashed between her chest and his, that was how close she'd got.
Max made a sound when Casey bit his lower lip, making his head spin, how was that even possible? Not that he was giving it any serious thought considering he had a lap full of a gorgeous Casey who was touching him and kissing him, meaning he was totally preoccupied.
He curled his fingers around the newly loosened hair and twisted the strands around his fingers as he pulled her into a deeper kiss, one that had his teeth on her lip, his tongue around hers and everything apart from his lower body pressed as close as he could get from a seated position.
All he could think about was how good this felt, how right, how perfect.
Max's touched ran from her hip to curl in the elegant curve of her back before the full width of his arm curled there and in a somewhat surprising show of strength he lifted both himself and Casey away from the chair, basically manhandling her. "Case," he muttered huskily as he pressed her against the table and dropped his mouth to her neck. "You know if we keep going I won't be able to stop so you gotta..." He didn't want to rush anything.
Casey nearly broke the kiss, she was so surprised when Max picked her up, but the mere fact that he could do that? Sent a shiver down her spine and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her fingers further into his hair, curling them around the strands.
Somehow she managed to fumble behind her to make sure that she wasn't going to sit on anything as she was placed down onto the table and she made a sound of her own, halfway between a moan and trying to speak. Instead, she just tipped her head back, exposing the long curve of her neck to Max and her hand in his hair tightened, twisting and making sure he was well aware that she definitely didn't want him to stop what he was doing.
"Mm," she agreed absently, just tightening her thighs around his hips and using that to pull him closer, arching her back again. The hand not buried in Max's hair slid to press flat against his back, between his shoulder blades, fingers curling and brushing her nails over the ridges of his spine in the center of his back. "Totally..."
The thigh tightening and the noises she was making were quite... distracting to say the least and he wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to think straight when she did all those things and more. "Fuck," he muttered gruffly when he felt nails on his spine and that sent a sharp shiver racing down the curve of it causing heat to flood his stomach in a second.
Okay so she hadn't said stop and he didn't think he could, not when he could feel her pulse racing beneath his mouth and the temptation to... well, kiss was overwhelming. Max gave in, starting to explore the curve of her neck with his mouth, pressing slow lingering kisses that burned in the absence of his lips as he continued to bathe her skin with careful exploratory kisses. He wanted to know every inch of her, memorise every freckle, every scar, know Casey inside and out. There was just something so intimate about being able to find a mark on your lover's body without having to use your eyes.
Max splayed his hand across Casey's lower back and used his grip to lay her back against the table, bracing his weight on a forearm as his mouth finally found its way to her collarbone.
Casey's breath came in on a sharp gasp, turning her head to the side to give Max access to any and all the skin he wanted, eyes fluttering as her fingers flexed in his hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp. "Sounds like a plan," she breathed, wanting both more and less all at the same time because she wanted to touch and kiss and explore but doing that meant that she'd lose out on the sensations that were being caused by Max's mouth, causing all the connections to misfire. Every time she thought about doing something or moving, Max's lips brushed against her skin and she just wanted more.
Her back arched again, letting out a surprised sound when he pushed her back. She'd had to wriggle a fraction when she felt something underneath her spine, shifting down a little - closer to Max so that wasn't a bad thing - hooking her legs higher, crossing her ankles to keep him even closer. Her hand gripped his shoulder and she pulled his head up to crush their lips together. Coherency? Not right now, the only way Casey knew to let Max know what she wanted was with her body. So she did.
Max groaned into that kiss, feeling the sound reverberating around his chest. He returned the crushing all consuming kiss, desperately needing to have more and taste more. She was... fuck, she was pressed so close and he couldn't think clearly.
His hand ran from beside her to beneath her, pulling her off the table and crushing her against his chest as he focused almost all of his attention on her mouth, only giving his path towards his bedroom a quarter of that much needed attention span.
This of course meant they knocked into things on the way towards the bedroom and eventually Casey found herself pressed up against a nearby wall, one hand of Max's on her hip and then thigh whilst the other supported her waist.
Max broke the kiss when he needed air, but as soon as he'd recovered enough, he was kissing along her jaw and down her neck, pausing over her pulse where a small bite was given.
"Couldn't wait another three feet, huh?" Casey asked, tone teasing but her voice hitched as Max bit down and she knocked her head back against the wall to stop herself from making any kind of noise, not that she had to worry because they were alone in the house. But God, there was something so insanely hot about being shoved up against a wall.
Her chest was heaving and her pulse jumped even more with the attention to the sensitive skin of her neck. Her fingers flexed in his hair again and she managed to pull enough higher brain functions to turn her head. Max was being distracting, it was only fair she return the favour. "I need you to take your shirt off," she purred, lips pressed against his ear. She pressed a kiss to the shell of Max's ear before she caught it with her teeth and gently tugged. "Like, five minutes ago."
Her thighs tightened again, other hand having slipped down to tug the back of his shirt up, allowing her fingers to press against warm skin, nails to drag over exposed flesh now as opposed to over the fabric of Max's shirt.
Max wet his lower lip and attempted to string some sort of coherent thought together, but it was hard, especially as Casey's thighs were around him and then there was the matter of her teeth on his ear.
He drew back far enough to catch Casey's mouth in another kiss, fierce and demanding, before he finally leaned back and caught the hem of his t-shirt. Removing it messed up his hair, but Max didn't seem to care that much when he tossed it aside and pressed closer to Casey, determined to feel as much of her against him as possible. The nearby light caught on the silver of the necklace he had on around his neck.
"God, you're beautiful," Max murmured as his hand strayed into her hair and curled there, pulling her close.
Casey didn't think she could reply to that, but as soon as Max's shirt was off, her hands slid down his arms again, finger raking over his back, taking advantage of the exposed skin. She curled one hand back in his hair, using the touch to tip his head to the side, meaning she could kiss down his neck, peppering the skin with alternating butterfly kisses and gentle bites, kissing along his shoulder and tracing the kisses on his shoulder with her lips. She'd barely taken a moment to actually just admire him, he was totally distracting. She'd be sure to do that as soon as she got the chance.
Carding through the strands of his tousled hair, Casey let her fingers drag over Max's shoulders, wondering if he had freckles there too. One day - soon, very soon - she'd like to find out. She shifted her hips, tightening her legs around Max's waist. "We need to move this-" she breathed against the curve of his neck and shoulder, teeth dragging along it again.
A hand flattened against the wall and the entire length of muscle starting from forearm and working up to bicep tightened as Casey bit and kissed along his skin, skin that already felt like it was on fire.
"Yeah," he muttered throatily as he gave an agreeing nod of his head. "We probably should." He tightened his arm around her and pulled Casey away from the wall, seeking out her mouth with his as he did so.
Thankfully the bedroom was only three more steps away so there was no massive need to use higher brain functions as he directed them there, supporting Casey as he laid her back onto the bed and followed her up onto it. A thigh went between her legs, two hands went on either side of her, and Max's mouth began to kiss down over her neck.
"You're wearing too many clothes," He shared heatedly against the curve of her neck. "I think I need to remedy that." His hands sought out the edge of her top and Max pulled it upwards, taking a moment to admire the newly exposed skin.
Casey swallowed as she was put back onto the bed, very glad she'd decided to wear matching underwear. She lifted her hips into his leg, breath catching before she arched her back to let him push her top up. "Mm, probably," she agreed, head tipped to the side. She let out a slow breath and then sat up slowly, crossing her arms and pulling her top off slowly, dropping it off the bed and then cupping Max's face with her hands. She drew him into another kiss, lying back down again and drawing him with her. One hand trailed down to the waistband of his jeans, sliding along his hip to press against the flat of his back.
She pushed her hips up again, bringing hers into contact with his and her fingers flexed against his bare skin, teeth catching on his lower lip again. She felt all consumed by Max, she couldn't think past him and what they were doing. She felt like she'd been set alight and all he was doing was fanning the flame.
Max followed Casey back into the bed, cushioning his weight on his palms, pouring everything into that kiss. He made a sound in the back of his throat when she pushed her hips upwards and for a moment his entire world went a startling shade of white.
"Case," he said huskily against her mouth before one hand slid along her arm and found its way to the small of her wrist where it squeezed before dropping away to curl around her side. It took him a moment but eventually his hand slid upwards, thumb dragging behind him, skating over the delicate lace that clung to and complimented certain curves.
Feeling bold Max's index finger slipped under the strap and eased it down, following it with his mouth. He eventually dragged his teeth over the edge of lace, right where the two cups met, before there was movement along her stomach.
"Mm?" Casey managed at the sound of her name. It registered as little more than sounds rasped from Max - but it was sexy, Casey's brain kind of fritzed out. She wet her lower lip and arched up into the movement of his mouth. She brushed her hand through his hair before her hands fell to the sheets, curling in the fabric.
That felt good, really good. Her stomach muscles twitched underneath the attention and she caught her lower lip between her teeth, eyes flicking between watching Max and the ceiling. Heat pooled in her stomach and curled in her lower back. "Don't s-stop."
Max smoothed a thumb across her belly button and shook his head. "I won't." He dropped another kiss to her stomach before he sat back onto his denim clad knees, sliding his hands down to the waistband of her jeans.
His eyes flicked upwards, asking permission, and when it was given he smoothed a thumb over the metallic button to loosen it before his fingers pulled the zipper down. He swallowed hard as when he pulled the denim down he caught sight of hip clad in nothing but lace. Jesus, Max took a moment to compose himself.
"You're fucking gorgeous," Max shared honestly as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips before pulling away, working denim off those long legs that had transfixed him for months and months. The same legs he dropped his mouth to, running his lips over one calf and pressing a lingering kiss to her knee.
Casey made a soft sound, hand flexing in the sheets again. She bit down on her lip, lifting her head finally to watch him, she wasn't sure how he could talk, she couldn't really form a cohesive thought right now. Not with Max's lips against the sensitive skin of her knee. She wasn't normally this kind of girl, but he'd bought her a kitten and she'd wanted this for so long...
She felt a little self-conscious, but Max wanted her. That was reassurance enough. One hand threaded through the lengths of her hair, already disheveled. She didn't know how to tell Max that she thought he was gorgeous too, each time he kissed her, the movement made her breath catch and eyes flutter.
Max's mouth parted ever so slightly as he worked his way up Casey's thigh, pausing at her hip to bite down lightly and curl his tongue. He exhaled a shaky breath, sliding the full width of his palm over her stomach, moving his thumb over her side and to her back. It was only when his touch lingered on the clasp that it ceased, chin tilting until Casey was the focus for Max's bright blue eyes.
He leaned up, dropping his head to catch Casey's mouth in another kiss. "You doing okay?" He only asked because he knew this was quick considering they'd only been out on one date, but they'd been friends for years and he'd wanted this for a long time.
"If you ask me that again..." Casey warned playfully, lips curled into a smile against his mouth. Her teeth caught on his lower lip and she met his eyes, reassuring him. "I'm fine, Max, but I won't be if you stop." She kissed him again, quick and in no way deep enough to satisfy her. Her hands lifted from the bed to slide up Max's arms and over his back, settling in the curve of his spine, fingers brushing and teasing the skin above the waistband of his jeans.
She took a slow breath, shifting so that his hand could catch and release the clasp if he wanted to. "I want this, no second thoughts." She looked up at him again, a wicked edge to her smile, "Though, if you're having second thoughts..."
Max chuckled roughly and just freed the clasp. "Me? Seconds thoughts. No fucking way." He pressed his thigh closer and slanted his mouth over hers in a hot heavy kiss, one that stole his breath and made his head spin.
"Just," he shared huskily against her mouth. "Lie back and..." His voice trailed off as his hand removed the bra before he dragged his fingertips over the curve of Casey's breast. "God, Case, you're..." He didn't think there were any words to describe just gorgeous and beautiful she was, no words at all.
Max decided to show her instead.
He ran his mouth over her, taking the time to pay attention to every inch of skin, ensuring he touched every single individual mark on her skin.
Casey wanted to finish the sentence with think of England? but the touches of his hands and lips her breath stuttered and her head fell back onto the bed, into the pillow underneath her. Her hands slid up Max's back as he moved down, fingers moving through his hair and scratching over his scalp. She breathed out Max's name, moving into the touches and thinking that next time she was definitely going to get the upper hand first off.
She felt like she was being teased, and she probably was, not that she minded all that much. Not really. "Max, I- I want-"
Max lifted his weight up onto a palm and leaned down, seeking Casey's mouth out with his own, as the other hand slid down and disappeared between her thighs, fingers moving in unison to give Casey what he hoped would be one hell of an experience.
Everything was in the wrist and Max worked that knowledge to his advantage, twisting his wrist at just the right moment so he could touch all and everything.
He pressed his chest to hers, made a sound at the sensation, and just pulled her closer by moving his hand to her hair.
"Fuck!" Casey's hips moved in time with Max's fingers, eyes fluttering back. Her mouth dropped open and her back arched, toes curling. "Max- I- fuck." She wasn't a quiet lover, that was for sure. She let out another breathy sound, reaching up to twist her fingers in Max's hair, raking the nails of her other hand over his back. She kissed him, pressing their lips together in a series of breathless kisses.
She felt electrified, whole body moving and reacting to the way that Max's fingers were moving, teasing and pushing her higher. She pressed her feet into the bed, shuddering and leaving small and quickly fading half-moon marks in Max's back with her nails.
Max was somewhat reassured that he wasn't as rusty at this as he thought he was because it had been a while, he hadn't really been interested in anyone other than Casey and scarily enough he'd not picked up something casual in the meantime.
He cupped the back of her head and dragged her lower lip into his mouth just as his thumb pressed and twisted in such a way it would have sent several tingles shooting down her legs.
His breathing was shorter than it had been before, he'd have to be a machine not to be affected by the way Casey was moving beneath him and how she was reacting.
And it did, she let his lips smother her moan. She was pressed up against Max and he would have been able to feel the way she shuddered against him with the twist of his thumb. She tensed, the hand in his hair twisting almost desperately as the teasing and movements of his thumb pushed her up and past that edge where she shuddered and lost herself in the sensations.
She broke the kiss, eyes rolling back a little as she groaned again, loudly, nails digging into Max's shoulder again. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." Her chest was heaving, heart hammering wildly.
Max could tell from the way she was reacting and how her body was trembling that she was close and all he needed to do was twist his wrist and press down, which he did. He ran his mouth over her neck, bathing it with kisses, willing her over the edge just as his teeth sunk in just hard enough to leave a mark behind.
Casey took a couple of long moments just to breathe and bring herself back onto solid ground... figuratively, anyway. She turned her head and caught Max's ear with her teeth again before she shifted, sliding her hands down his sides to untie his belt. "Yeah, I-" her voice was a little rough as she slid his belt out from the loops and dropped it on the floor. It fell with a thud. Maybe she was a little impatient, but she was the kind of girl that knew what she wanted.
Her fingers caught on the button of Max's jeans and undid them, pushing the zipper down. "These need to come off," she added, biting his ear again and curling her tongue against the skin just underneath.
Max didn't have it in him to argue with her and reluctantly leaned back and away from Casey, working his way out of his jeans. Thankfully he had bare feet so he didn't have to worry about socks and shoes.
Once the jeans were out of the way Max came back to Casey, cupping the back of her head and pulling her up and off the bed and into the kiss. If there was one thing Max was confident about it was this.
His arm wrapped her waist and he trailed his fingers along her spine, enjoying the way her skin felt under his touch.
Casey shifted as she was manhandled - and that would never stop being hot - so that she was straddling Max's lap again. She still felt breathless, but there was no way she could stop the contact or the kissing. She felt like she might go insane if she stopped right now.
She rocked her hips down and stole a breath between kisses, letting her hands roam down his sides and over his hips. Casey breathed against Max's lips, "You're incredible, you know that?" before she kissed him again, not giving him a chance to answer or give a self-deprecating comment.
Max's hand spread to better support Casey as the other curled in the long lengths of Casey's hair, using the grip to hold her close. His breath caught in the back of his throat when she moved her hips and he couldn't think past the need and want.
He explored the curve of her back and trailed his fingertips to the edges of her underwear and curled there, tugging her that much closer as he lifted his hips to meet hers. "You're driving me crazy," Max muttered against her mouth.
"Isn't that the point?" Casey asked, flicking her tongue out over Max's lower lip and kissing him again, rolling her hips down as he lifted his. Her body tensed as she moved again, the fluid movement rocking her down against him.
Her fingertips dipped underneath the band of Max's underwear at his hip, touch dragging along the curve of his hipbone. Her lips slid along his jaw pressing exploratory kisses against the skin.
Max happened to be quite sensitive around his hips so when Casey touched one of them his entire body shook and he let out a breath that echoed the movements his body had just made. He gripped the back of her neck as he mouth moved over his jaw and he gave a small groan when she caught a particularly sensitive spot.
"Yeah," he rasped. "I guess it is."
Having spotted the reaction to the kiss and the movement of her thumb so she repeated them. She rocked her hips down again and dragged the edge of her nail over the curve of Max's hip again, fingers splaying and pushing the edge of his underwear down slightly over the curve of his hip so she didn't have to fight with it.
"You complaining?" she breathed, letting her lips trail down his neck, finding his pulse with her lips and grazing her teeth over that particular spot. Her hand in his hair tilted his head back to give her more skin to roam over.
Max chuckled faintly and just shook his head. "No, definitely not complaining." He flexed the hand that was still buried in her hair and his mouth decided it was growing jealous of his neck, meaning he slanted his mouth over Casey's.
Her touches were driving him insane and he wasn't sure how much more teasing he could withstand.
Casey smiled into the kiss, dropping her other hand with the intention of finding out whether or not the other side of Max's hip was just as sensitive. She nipped at his lower lip and then broke the kiss to look at him, eyes dark, pupils blown with something akin to want and need.
"Mm, good. 'd have to stop if you were." She smiled, nails dragging over the sensitive spots on Max's hips again before she gently pulled away and shifted backwards, back up the bed. It was mean to tease him for much longer. Leaning back against the headboard, she crooked one finger at Max, lower lip between her teeth.
Max watched her for a moment, wondering if it was possible to lose all coherent thought, before he simply came that much closer to her. The silver of his necklace caught in the light again and this time hung from around his neck as Max happened to be moving towards Casey on his hands and knees.
He smoothed her hair back and curled his fingers around her neck, thumb trailing the length of her jaw.
"I want you," Max said honestly, voice rough and thick.
"Mm," Casey just about purred, leaning into Max's touch. Her eyes half closed and she wet her lower lip, shifting a little closer and looking at Max slowly through her eyelashes. "Good, because I want you too." She leaned up and kissed him again, head tilted slightly. She cupped the back of his head, thumb brushing just behind his ear. "You got something?"
Max nodded his head, reaching out to pull open a nearby drawer. "Yeah, I've got something." He held up the small packet of foil and smirked before he wondered about the expiration date as it had been a while. A quick glance told him that they were okay and he just put it between his teeth and pulled, ripping the foil open.
"We're good."