Matthew Connelly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} secondconnelly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-01-21 20:38:00 |
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What: Taking care after her shooting
Where: Jen's Place
When: Backdated a bit, a few days after
Rating: Mature, duh.
Open? Nope! log - PART 2
 | Matt: He grit his teeth together, trying to think of baseball or something other than the smoking hot woman currently rubbing his crotch through his pants. "Yeah but...I don't want you to tear your stitches..." He said, his voice gravelly and rough as he spoke. He tried to protest, to think of something else because he wanted exactly what he wanted so badly. "I think I might just need a shower and uh...you can have your pizza..." He tried to speak and protest, but her hand against him was proving that it was harder and harder for him to make a good argument. |
 | Jen:"Won't kill you to be careful and take it slow, Irish," she murmured, grinning at the effect she knew that she was having on him. It was only fair after the amazing treatment he was giving her. "Certainly won't kill me," she promised, shifting her shoulder a little with a wince. So far, so good. She let her hand still, not wanting to pressure him into doing something that he wasn't certain he wanted to do quite yet. Especially if she did manage to pop a stitch. |
| Matt: "Oh, it just might." He countered, chuckling a little through his heavy breath. He opened his eyes to watch her, his fingers pulling away from her and both hands moving to her hips. His thumbs brushed softly over her hip bones as he looked down over her. "We have to be...so careful." He said, his words saying all he would say for a go ahead. He moved a bit into the couch, trying to figure what way would be best for her to not hurt her shoulder any more than it already was. |
| Jen:"What do you want on your tombstone then?" she joked, her tongue snaking out to wet her lower lip as his hand slipped away from her. She watched him for a moment and then chuckled, shaking her head. "Careful isn't going to happen on this damned thing," she murmured before using her good arm to push her body up and off of the couch. She stripped her shirt off carefully, pulling it over her right arm before she slipped it over the left, careful that it didn't catch on the bandaging. She let the shirt drop before she turned and padded to the bedroom, leaving her clothes in a disarrayed pile on the living room floor. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled, cocking an eyebrow up as if to ask him if he was coming. |
| Matt: "Was a hell of a lay?" He said, chuckling a little through his labored breath. He glanced down at the couch at her comment. It was true, even though all he really wanted to do at that point was say 'fuck it, I'll take you back to the hospital'. But that wasn't an option right now. He watched her from his seat on the couch, his pulse quickening even more so as he watched her strip off her shirt and walk out of the room. He smirked a little at the look she gave him and jumped up from the couch, shedding his own shirt as he followed her down the hallway. He undid the fasten of his belt when they got toward her bedroom, figuring it was best if he undressed himself. |
| Jen:Jen chuckled at his comment but continued on her way, watching him strip off his shirt before she padded farther down the hall, slow so as not to jar her shoulder too much. She slipped into her bedroom, the house eerily quiet as she walked over and perched on the edge of the bed, her long hair falling over her good shoulder as she combed it over with her hand, watching Matt in the low light. Whatever arrangement they'd made, she was glad that he was here for more reasons that just the obvious. She carefully scooted back, resting her head back on a pillow as she stretched out on top of the billowy down comforter she slept with. Her shoulder braced against the pillow, she figured it would work so long as neither of them got too overzealous. |
| Matt: Matt followed her down the hall, stopping only when he came to the doorway of her bedroom. He watched her as she sat there, eyes glowering with something that couldn't simply be described as lust. He'd grown accustomed to that feeling washing over him, but really didn't care to put a name to it. "How's the shoulder." He finally asked as he pushed himself away from the door frame. He walked into her room, his hands going down to the buckle of his belt. Unfastening it, he did the same to his jeans, letting the weight of his belt drag them off his hips. He walked toward the bed as a panther might approach his prey, cautious, but licking his chops just the same. |
| Jen:Lifting her head to watch Matt as he stood silhouetted in the light of the hall, she felt her lips quirk into a knowing eager smirk. She glanced down at her shoulder before glancing back up, a nonplussed look crossing her face. "S'gonna be fine," she murmured, watching him stalk up as her heart beat a little faster. She heard the scrape of his belt buckle and tilted her head to watch him, trying to still the growing tension in her body. The look he gave her was indescribably hot and she let her eyes rake over his body with a growing hunger. |
| Matt: "Good." He said simply as he approached the bed, stepping out of his shoes and socks and kicking his pants away from his path. He stalked toward the bed, his arousal growing with every inch closer he got to her. Pace yourself.. He had to remind himself as he put both hands on either side of her on the bed, moving to climb up between her legs. "You let me know if you're in pain." He said, his tone still thick with desire but serious at the same time. His large hands slid down her kees and thighs, thumbs pushing slow, languid circles into the soft skin of her inner thighs. He leaned forward, his lips hovering just above hers before he bypassed her lips and moved down to her neck, his tongue bathing her skin as he kissed a trail down her throat, moving down as he went. |
| Jen:Jen's breath caught in her throat as he came closer and she licked her lips, trying to force her heart to beat just a tiny bit slower. She slipped her legs up, bending her knees as he climbed over her, and she shivered, giving the smallest of nods. "You'll know," she promised, her own voice husky and quiet. She closed her eyes for a brief instant as he leaned forward but opened them as soon as she felt his lips move past her mouth and to her neck. Tilting her head, she made a small sound, her hands sliding down his shoulders, fingers tracing designs against his taut skin. |
| Matt: "I'm counting on that." He breathed, his voice low and gravelly as he sucked at her skin, his teeth nipping here and there before his tongue soothed over the spot. His hands moved further down her legs, spreading them apart as he moved further in between them, mentally cursing himself for not getting himself out of his boxers already. Tilting his head to the side, he flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, a small smirk gracing his lips as he lathed attention on the spot for a few more moments. His desire was practically buzzing off of his body, his cock pulsing almost painfully with desire do delve inside of her. |
| Jen:His voice had the same effect that his touch did, all of it adding to the growing tightness in the pit of her stomach. She parted her legs, rubbing her knee against his hip as he closed in. Her chest lifted with each of her quick breaths, a shudder moving through her as his tongue lathed over her nipple. Her body burned and she exhaled a moan, slipping her good hand down to his waist to tug impatiently at his boxers with a soft laugh. Even if he hadn't teased her earlier, she still would have been wet. One of those smoldering gazes Matt was infamous for and she was done. "Off," she breathed, tugging weakly at his boxers again. |
| Matt: Chuckling a little, his lips rumbling against her soft skin when she tugged at his boxers, he bowed his head against her chest and nodded. "Okay." He half growled as he tore himself away from her, his hands almost trembling with anticipation as he quickly lowered his boxers and kicked them to the side. Resuming his spot above her, he hovered just barely over her body, his throat tight as his desire for her seemed to course everywhere over him. It dawned on him that the two of them hadn't actually been together since their massive fight about his brother, and every bit of him seemed to be screaming at him to remedy that. "You want me to use anything?" He asked gruffly, for a second hating himself for asking it, but in the interest of the two of them taking whatever next step this was, he wanted to at least try to be sensitive to what she wanted. |
| Jen:Jen laughed again at his reaction, sliding her hand away from him as he pulled his boxers off and moved back. Her hand slipped back up to rest on his side, fingers brushing against his skin again as he hovered over her. She looked up at him, her usual desire for him tempered by a little bit of nervousness that she couldn't quite place. She exhaled as he asked her his question and she shook her head once, her lips dry as she answered. "No," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She wanted to lean forward, to claim his lips with her own and be as rough and wild as they could be, but...she'd end up in the ER again. Exerting a little bit of control over herself, she slipped her hand up his body to his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, wincing slightly at the pull on her shoulder. |
| Matt: Breathing a little sigh of relief at her response, he was relieved as he honestly wasn't sure if he could wait any longer to have her. "'kay." He managed to get out, his breathing rough as he hovered above her. His hands moved to either side of her body, bracing himself so he wouldn't have to lean any of his body weight on her bad side. His eyes traveled down the length of her, taking in that moment of her just waiting for him. "Why do you have to be so fucking sexy all the time?" He half chuckled, but really, even with the arm bandage, she oozed sex appeal wherever she went. Enough talking for now, he moved one hand away from the bed to grip his own arousal, moving up a bit on his knees to position himself above her. His eyes locked with hers a moment before he guided himself into her, his lips gaping open as he thrust deep inside of her. |
| Jen:Grinning, breathless at his response, she tilted her head on the pillow and licked her lips. "Could ask you the same thing," she answered with a wry quirk of her mouth. Her breath caught as locked eyes with hers and she braced herself for him, moaning as he pushed into her, his hips rocking her body just slightly as he entered her. "Goddamn," she breathed, her hand moving down to grip his hip, smoothing over the muscle with desire and appreciation. She took a moment as her body adjusted to him and she started to breathe again, almost forgetting that she had to. |
| Matt: "It's a flaw of mine, I assure you." He half teased, his words thick and breathy as he spoke. He was forced to break eye contact with her as he grit his teeth and bowed his head against her neck on her right shoulder. He huffed out a moan that caught in his throat, seeming almost like a whine of pleasure sounding from him. He lay still for a moment, his hands bracing on either side of her on the bed as he waited for her to adjust to him. Hearing her exhale a breath was about all he needed, the desire in him pumping so hot in his veins that he had to remind himself not to go all out with what he wanted to do to her. Inhaling a steadying breath, he pushed himself up almost like a push-up and locked eyes with her again as he began to slowly rock his hips into hers, building a slow tandem of a pace as he moved in and out of her. |
| Jen:His teasing warmed her in a way that was different from the desire sparking through her. She rested her head against his as he bowed his against her good shoulder, her lips near his ear. "I missed you," she admitted, her voice soft. One leg locked over the back of his, a shiver moving up her spine as he pushed himself up and caught her gaze again. She leaned back against the bed, her hips rocking gently into his, taking care not to overdo it. "God, Matt," she moaned, her fingers digging lightly into his hip. |
| Matt: Swallowing hard at the words she spoke against his ear, he too felt a very different feeling wash over him than the animalistic want that seemed to come out of every pore. He gave her a soft smile, although labored as continued his movements. He grit his teeth together as her fingers dug into his hip, sending a searing heat coursing up his spine. He began to rock his hips a little harder into her, still slow in pace, but harder than before. He took care to pull almost all the way out of her before rolling his hips in a thrust back into her, an appreciative groan escaping from deep in his throat. "Fuck Jen..." He said, looking down at her a moment before he bowed his head to capture her lips in a kiss. |
| Jen:Each thrust brought a tiny lick of pain to her shoulder, but she ignored it in favor of the pleasure each movement of his hips caused. Each move brought a soft clipped moan from her lips as she curled her leg tighter and higher. She leaned up as much as she could to kiss him, her tongue sliding over his lips. She held the kiss as long as she could before she winced and fell back against the bed, hissing softly through her teeth. Overdoing it as always, she flashed him an apologetic smile, slipping her hand up his arm as she dragged her nails lightly against his skin. |
| Matt: Looking down at her, Matt stilled his movements for a moment, seeing the wince of pain. "Hey, easy." He warned with a soft voice, taking in her smile and giving one back to her with a shake of his head. "Always have to overdo it, huh?" He teased, leaning down and playfully licking at her lips. His teeth caught her lower lip and he sucked on it a moment before he let go. Her nails dragging over his skin caused a shiver to run through him as he again began to plunge in and out of her, his movements softer than before, taking caution as he moved. Every movement he made into her sent searing pleasure shooting through every inch of him. He hadn't been with her in far too long by his count. |
| Jen:That same warmth from his gaze earlier moved through her and she huffed a chuckle. "Yeah," she breathed, this wince one of embarassment rather than pain. She gave a soft whine as he bit her lower lip and she ran her nails down his chest, teasing his nipple with her fingers as he moved into her. She closed her eyes, her lips resting near his ear again as her hips lifted gently into his again. "Slow and steady, huh?" she breathed, hoping that the comment would break up the tender feeling that was washing over her. Warm fuzzy feelings, especially during sex, terrified her, mostly because she'd never felt them before. Feeling it now, with Matt, scared her more than being shot at ever could. |
| Matt: He inhaled sharply when her nails dragged over his chest, a little bit of a chuckle escaping his lips as he shook his head at her. He smiled, bowing his head against hers when she whispered against his ear. "Wins the race..." He countered, smirking slightly against her ear. He too thought it best to keep his mind on the task at hand rather than allowing his mind to glaze over with the feelings that tended to come when he was with her. A harder thing to do than he expected, as every movement he made with her, every sound that emitted from either of them seemed to seal whatever feelings he had for her that much more. |
| Jen:Right now, when it came to racing, she wanted to finish dead last. This was too good to finish so quickly. Jen nibbled on his earlobe, her fingers splaying across his chest as she moaned. She slipped her other leg tentatively over his hip, testing to see if the movement would pull at her shoulder. Pleased when it didn't, she leaned up and caught his lips, her legs squeezing his hips as she pressed her own upwards. "Matt," she breathed when she broke the kiss, her hand sliding to his back to pull him closer. |
| Matt: A loud growl of a moan rumbled from deep in his chest when her teeth bit at his earlobe. All he wanted was to prolong this feeling right now, and was intent on doing that. One hand moved from the bed and gripped her thigh, pulling her hips flush up against him as he gave her a deliberate thrust into her, forcing his entire length deep inside of her. He leaned in and gave her a heavy kiss, broken only by his labored breathing. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest from the exhertion, but he didn't bother with it. Hearing his name dripping from her lips sent a rush through him and he moved back away from her just slightly, rocking back on his knees to position himself at a different angle against her. Feeling her want to hold him close caused a surge of warmth through him, one that again couldn't be put into words. He leaned down and kissed the valley between her breasts, his tongue dragging over her skin as he did so. |
| Jen:Chuckling at his reaction, she lathed his ear a little more before breaking away from it and gasping as he pulled her flush against him. She revelled in the feeling of him buried deep inside of her body, her own muscles tightening around him in reflex as he leaned forward. Returning his kiss, she slid her tongue into his mouth, a hungry groan vibrating through her lips. She slipped her arm down as he leaned back, her eyes half-closing in response to the change in position. She half-pushed her shoulders up and then stopped, growling softly in frustration. She wasn't used to being limited, especially since she was forgetting that she was. |
| Matt: His eyes squeezed shut for a moment to soak in the feeling of her tightening around him, his cock involuntarily twitching deep inside of her in response. He groaned loudly, his eyes remaining closed for a moment as he backed his hips away from her and thrust forward, moving in a slow pace against her. Opening his eyes and looking down at how frustrated she was, he gave her a little smile. He moved one hand to rest flat against her stomach. "Just let me do the work baby." He half cooed at her, smiling a little as he said it. She'd taken care of him when he was hurt, it was only fair he do the same, and this, was hardly work. |
| Jen:Her body had missed him and she had missed him, that much was for certain. She felt him pull back and then surge foward, her legs pulling tighter around him. As he stopped her and smiled, she bit back that warmth again and she bit her lower lip, sighing and giving a nod. "Alright," she murmured, her eyes moving over his face before she rested back into the pillow again. She wasn't used to taking a subservient role at all, but she could force herself to deal with it. It wasn't all bad. She could think of much worse things than being taken care of. |
| Matt: Smiling a bit when she finally relented, he cocked his head to the side and gave her a wide grin before he began to move again, his hips rocking in and out of her. He slowly began to build up a faster pace, labored puffs of air escaping his lips as he moved. His heart pounded faster in his chest, his teeth gritting together as that heat inside of him began to churn, his head growing dizzy with his impending release. He wasn't about to relent on her until she was fully satisfied, after all, Matt cared quite a bit for her, and was at least trying not to be an ass. |
| Jen:Jen fought to keep her eyes open, though the pleasure spiraling in her made it difficult not to just roll her eyes back and enjoy herself. She was enjoying herself, no doubt about that, but she wanted to watch him. Each of his thrusts was met with a higher pitched moan as he brought her closer to orgasm, her body tightening around him until she finally released, crying out as her body shuddered beneath his, her hips bucking into his softly. She moaned his name, her lips dry as she panted softly and relaxed back into the bed. |
| Matt: His breath hitched in the back of his throat as he continued to thrust into her, occasionally thrusting into her a little harder than he meant to, the wild bucking of his hips not entirely under the control of his mind. He felt her muscles twitching around him with her pending release and he thrust into her again, feeling the rush of her orgasm sheathing him. He groaned loudly, his eyes opening to watch her writhing beneath him, a lazy smirk dancing across his lips. He continued to thrust deeply inside of her as her orgasm washed over him, and he soon let his mouth fall open that rush of his own screaming up his back. "Fu-uck!" He called out loudly, his voice cracking as he came with her, his hips pistoning fast in and out of her as they came together. |
| Jen:The hard thrusts Jen noticed, but didn't really care about. It all felt amazing, even if her shoulder was going to hurt like hell when they were finished. She breathed hard as she finished, her fingers clenching at his muscles as he continued, drawing out the pleasure ten fold. She groaned, a feeling of deep satisfaction running through her as he met his own release with a cry. Smoothing her hand over his skin, she reached up and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him, a surge of passion pushing through her lips as she held the moment. To say that she'd missed him had been a gross understatement on her part. |
| Matt: Gasping for breath as they each rode out the full extent of their coupling orgasms, he braced both hands again on either side of her, his chest heaving as he sucked in air. He leaned in and kissed her back, giving her a heavier and more passionate kiss than before. One hand slid up the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he held her there, his other arm slipping around her body and holding her flush against him. He had never been one to enjoy actually cuddling after sex, but at this very second, he really didn't care about his pride, as all he wanted to do was keep her pressed against him. Using whatever muscle he had left, he very gingerly rolled the two of them over, careful of her shoulder so that he could relax back without collapsing her. "So..." He breathed out, his nose brushing against hers. "It appears I missed you too." |
| Jen:Now that was worth the dull throbbing pain in her shoulder, one that Jen knew would only get worse as the pleasure and pain killers faded. She relaxed in his grip, curling her neck so that her face was resting against his, and she nibbled a little at his skin, kissing it after. Jen sensed his movement and rolled with him, resting atop him with her legs wrapped around him, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Mhmm," she murmured. "Seems so." She draped against his body, careful to keep her shoulder square as she relaxed as much as she could. She knew she'd have to get up eventually, but right now she was just content to lie in Matt's embrace. |
| Matt: Smirking a little as he drew lazy circles over her back, he nodded. He adjusted a little beneath her, unwilling to move out of her just yet as the afterglow of their sex settled in over them. "Seems so." He agreed, leaning up to kiss her cheek and down the side of her neck. He hugged his arms around her body, his fingers dragging over her sweat-laced body. "That, I'm going to assure you, was not my motive for coming over." He said, laughing a little as he drew his head back to look up at her. Usually now he'd make a snyde comment about her athleticism or make a comment about how hot she was. Instead, he brushed his long fingers down her cheek and gave her a bit of a wry grin. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" It was a tender side that very, very few people got to see of Matt Connelly, but at the moment, he really didn't mind. |
| Jen:Jen laughed softly, glad that Matt wasn't going anywhere for the moment. Half of her was afraid that he'd just get up and leave and the other half of her was bothered by that fear. She closed her eyes as he hugged his arms around her and she opened her eyes as he spoke, a touch of surprise lacing them. Jen had been called hot, but never really beautiful. The scars lining her body and her usual bitchy attitude usually made people believe her to be harder than she was. Pulling back just a little to look at his face, she gave him a small genuine smile. "Thanks," she murmured before chuckling. "Usually a girl hears that before a guy gets her in bed," she teased. |
| Matt: His grin widened a little at the obvious surprise etched in her face. He nodded a bit. "Yeah well...I'm not just any guy." He teased right back before his fingers slid back to support the back of her head, sliding into her hair as he lifted his head up to kiss her. He seemed incapable of stopping the pull between their lips, and honestly didn't care to stop it. He pressed his forehead against hers as his lips broke away, a small smile still there. "We should have thought to bring the pizza in here." He said with a little bit of a laugh. |
| Jen:"No, you're really not," she murmured in agreement, relishing the feel of his fingers in her hair, her face showing that pleasure as her eyes half-closed. She moaned in appreciation against his mouth, running her tongue over his before he pulled back and smiled. To his comment, she laughed back and then smirked. "Yeah, well, I don't think we were considering dinner," she said, pursing her lips. |
| Matt: Smirking slightly against her lips, he delved in for a deeper kiss rather than speaking, letting himself for the moment just get lost in kissing her. Usually a fan of kissing that leads up to sex, and not so much the other way around, he didn't much care either way at the moment, as her lips were like his very own drug. He finally pulled away as he needed air and smiled a bit. "Yeah...dinner definitely was not our top priority." He said with a bit of a smirk before he playfully nipped at her lower lip. |
| Jen:Jen made another pleased noise as he kissed her and she fully closed her eyes, nibbling at his lower lip as she slanted her mouth against his. Post sex cuddling and kissing generally wasn't on the menu for Jen or any of the guys she slept with, but she didn't pay it any mind at the moment, instead relishing in the attention and enjoyment she was getting out of it. "No..." she laughed, opening her eyes as he nipped her lip. "I think a nap sounds better than food...maybe a shower," she murmured thoughtfully, though the first idea sounded much better. |
| Matt: "Mm..." He mumbled into her lips before nodding in agreement. "I could use a nap." He said, smoothing his hand over her hair. Another thought was if she opted to take a shower, he might be that much more tempted in which to join her, and he probably shouldn't even be thinking that, what with her injury. Glancing away from her for a moment, he found the corner of the blanket on her bed and moved to drape it over both of them. "I'm very all for a nap." He said, already letting exhaustion settle in. He smiled a bit and leaned his head up to press a lingering kiss in the nape of her neck. |
| Jen:A nap. Definitely a nap. Her shoulder was beginning to ache just a little more and she drew in a deep breath before resting her head in the crook of his neck. As he drew the blanket over her, she smiled and reached for it with her good hand, pulling it further over them. "I'm sure we won't be out long...I've gotta take meds in a lil bit," she said, her voice tired. Nuzzling against his neck again, her breath started to even out and she sighed. "Thanks for taking care f'me." |
| Matt: "Mmhm." He mumbled, a little bit of a smirk still playing across his lips as he let his eyes close. His tired smile grew as she nuzzled into him and he nodded. "Anytime, babe." He said, resting his head back into the bed as he draped his arms lazily over her body. He adjusted a little beneath her to allow them to both be comfortable enough to take a nap with her on top of him. He smiled a bit to himself as he felt sleep beginning to take him over. |