Isaac Callahan (carrotandstick) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-10-13 17:21:00 |
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Another day, another dollar. Well, not an actual dollar because Isaac was pretty sure that the concept of money was obsolete by this point, but the expression seemed to fit nonetheless. With Addie jailbroken and several of his co-workers killed by Hellhounds there was a lot of extra work on his plate now. Not only were they working the case of the Hellhounds but there was still all the normal day-to-day DoJ shit that still had to be done. It was times like these that being the Deputy Commissioner kind of sucked because he was one of the people in charge and had to pony up to get stuff done. In any event, his work day was over and he was officially checking out of DoJ mode. The walk from his office to his apartment didn’t take too long and once he arrived home he set down his briefcase, shucked off his suit jacket and kicked off his shoes, shedding a layer of seriousness as he did. “Honey, I’m ho-ome,” he called in an amused sing-song voice before returning to his normal tone, adding, “And I have a bag of microwave popcorn. Tonight could get crazy.” Pinpointing exactly when things shifted would have been a struggle, even for Demi. But, at some point things did shift and she had begun to formulate a plan, a way to push things over the tipping point. Isaac wouldn’t make the first move, he had said as much -- maybe not in those words, but the tell tale signs were sprinkled throughout all their interactions. There had been something about his text messages from the night before that was encouraging though, a frankness about the way he felt. Little by little Isaac had begun to treat her like she was someone desirable, and not a scarred woman. Demi knew he kept his distance because of her, because of the baggage and issues she carries around still. It was thrilling to feel wanted again, though. While venturing into this new territory (or one she hasn't faced since her imprisonment) was still a thought that gave her momentary pause, Demi meant what she had said to Teagan the night before. Sooner or later she had to try again, right? Not every man was out to use her or hurt her. Isaac had proved as much in the four months they had been sharing space. He never so much as looked at her wrong and only invaded her space when she allowed it. Which was happening more and more. So much so that Demi had begun to not only get used to waking up next to him, but she found herself longing for that physical contact, to wake up in his arms or with her head pillowed on his chest. It was a small thing. Yet so big in the grander scheme of things. She was not a woman that worked off of a plan. But, somewhere between her phone call with Teagan and the little outing she had taken that afternoon, Demi had determined she was going to do something. Whatever she planned on doing, it would all be gut instinct. All she knew for certain was that she was going to convince Isaac to make a move, any kind of move, instead of alluding to having a desire for more between them over text messages. “Careful, they might send a patrolman here,” Demi remarked as she stepped out of the bedroom, clad only in the same t-shirt she had told him he would have to wrestle off of her if he wanted to reclaim ownership of it. “You’re getting a little out of control, sweetheart.” Anything Isaac was going to say or do went right out of his brain as he took in the sight of Demi. There was something very attractive and sexy about a woman wearing his clothes. He’d grown up fully knowing that women were their own people and men had no right to lay ownership or try and dictate what a woman could or could not do with her body, but fuck it if he didn’t feel like Demi was his with her dressed in his shirt (and only his shirt). Eyes traveling down her body, they settled on her bare legs and just stayed glued there for a moment. Sure, Demi wore short shorts a good majority of the time so it wasn’t like he’d never seen her legs before but this was different. Everything between them was different lately, especially considering the texts they’d been sending each other last night. From her talking about pinning him down and him pinning her down and losing clothing because she would be taking it off of him, they were uncharted water here. From the moment Isaac decided to get Demi out of La Quinta, he never intended for this kind of relationship with Demi to happen. He was so caught up in his grief about Callie that he never thought he’d even be able to have feelings for another woman. But he’d come a long way in the past four months and with Demi standing there, wearing his t-shirt, all he could think about was how much he wanted her. Demi was talking but he wasn’t hearing a word of it. Dragging his eyes back up to her face, he just looked at her dumbly and asked, “What?” A smug sense of pride bloomed inside of her chest as Demi took in Isaac’s reaction. There was never a question in her mind as to her own attractiveness, or her ability to leave a man speechless. But her ordeal in the Capitol’s prison had left her leery of exercising that kind of power again -- because it was a power, any attractive woman would tell you that. The shirt was intentional, of course. Demi had grown up in a world where there was an underlying sense of ownership of a woman, where old ladies could be found wearing cuts that read ‘Property of ____’ on their backs, their old man’s name clearly emblazed there for all to see. This wasn’t as overt or in your face, but the message was the same. She wanted this to be more than just a ruse, more than two people sharing space. She wanted him and was finally able to admit that. His gaze settled on her legs and Demi made no move or comment to change that. She had given him permission to look, and the fact that he was shamelessly doing so sent butterflies fluttering away inside of her. There wasn’t a feeling quite like the thrill of being looked at like you may be the most jaw dropping creature on the planet. She loved the way it always sent a shiver down her spine, knowing she had the full attention of a man and that in that moment she was all he could see. Call it her selfish nature or the way she had been raised, but Demi liked attention and she wasn’t ashamed about that -- not even La Quinta had changed that fact about her. While he was clearly occupied, she took the opportunity to move closer to him, stopping a mere couple feet in front of Isaac as he seemed to come back to his senses, green eyes traveling back up her body to meet her gaze. “You know you’re cute when you’re speechless,” Demi remarked, a fond smile toyed at the corners of her mouth as she continued to inch towards him, hands finding the fabric of his dress shirt and untucking it. Finally snapping out of his daze, he glanced down between them where Demi was working on getting his shirt off, then looked back up, a dopey grin spreading across his face. “You did warn me this would happen,” he said quietly as his hands came up to rest on her waist. His fingertips slowly inched under the hem of the shirt to make contact with her skin and his thumb grazing over her hipbone as he asked, “Do you need assistance or is this something you want to handle on your own?” “And you came home anyway,” she murmured in return, taking that as confirmation he wanted this, he wanted her. That fact causes her pulse to quickened as his hands found her waist and began to gingerly explore -- his touch was gentle and slow, a far cry from the last time a man had put his hands on her. Demi’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, hands still grasped the fabric of his shirt as she savored the feel of strong hands holding her, savored the fact that she could enjoy it -- the desire to flee not even a thought in her mind. “No, I think I remember how to unbutton a shirt,” she finally answered as her eyes opened again and her fingers began to make quick work of undoing the buttons of his shirt, a seductive smile gracing her features as she asked. “Do you want to question my ability to take this off you as well?” Isaac had always been aware of what an attractive woman Demi is but for too long, he’d mainly only seen her unhappy or filled with anxiety these past few months. Things had been getting better the past couple weeks but right now, seeing her obvious enjoyment in this moment, he’d never seen her look more beautiful. His eyes stayed trained on her the whole time as she opened his shirt button by button and he shook his head at her question. “Oh, no, you’ve proven yourself competent so far,” he teased as he reluctantly pulled his hands away from her so she could slide the offending garment down his arms. His mind was racing at all of this, his thoughts a jumbled mess of freaking out about the idea that this was happening but also feeling so certain that this was what he wanted. Luckily, some logical part of his brain could still function enough to realize that unless he took his undershirt off right now he would eventually have to pull back from Demi again to do that and that was something he didn’t want to do. So just moments after his dress shirt fell to the floor he made quick work of pulling the white undershirt off as well, flinging it away. “There. That’s better,” he murmured as he moved back close to her, his hands finding their way back to her hips. “I want to kiss you now. Think that’d be okay?” His undershirt isn’t even off his body before Demi’s reaching out, fingers tracing over the hard planes of his stomach, nails dragging over skin, to which Isaac responded with a pleasantly surprised groan. This is a side of Isaac she hasn’t seen before, not the shirtless part, Demi’s had the luxury of bearing witness to him undressed like this. No, it’s the reaction he’s having to her that’s new. He’s no holding himself back, not treating her as if she’s fragile or off limits, there’s desire in his actions, in the way he stepped back towards her, hands finding her hips again. “Much, much better,” Demi agreed, sliding her hands up his chest until her arms are looped around Isaac’s neck. She’s pressed up against him, so close she can feel his heartbeat and when he asks his question, Demi stood up on tiptoe, mouth a hairs breath from his ear as she whispered. “And I want you to do so much more,” before lowering herself back down, brown eyes fixed on him. “So kiss me already.” Isaac didn't need to be told twice before he leaned down and closed the space between them, his lips pressing against hers. It felt nice but also weird in the way riding a bicycle on the first day of spring after it it spent the entire winter collecting dust did. He was a little rusty, but instincts kicked in pretty damn fast and then he was wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her closer and kissing her hungrily, all of the tension between them from the past few weeks (months, really) finally having a proper outlet. Only pulling back because he was pretty sure he hadn't been breathing that entire time and fainting at a time like this would literally be the least sexy thing ever, he rested his forehead against hers as he panted slightly. "Couch or bed?" As much as Demi knows she wants this, she still freezes for a moment, breath catching in her throat as his lips press against hers. She doesn’t go rigid in his arms, but her mind is reeling for a couple of seconds, whatever she thought kissing Isaac would be like, it didn’t prepare her for the overwhelming feelings his lips against hers stir up. This is the first real kiss she’s shared with any kind of passion behind it in nearly a year. When he pulls her closer, kissing her with the kind of need that mirrors her own, Demi’s kissing him back just as hard, whatever hesitance she might have felt moments before gone as the tension that’s been building between them finally has a release. She can’t stop the gentle noise of protest that escapes her when he pulls back. Her chest might be rising and falling as rapidly as his, and she might be feeling a little dizzy from the intensity of the kiss, but she’s still greedy enough to dislike the loss of contact. “Bed,” she answered, voice soft but confident in the decision she’s made. “I think you’ve had enough of the couch.” Demi reluctantly untangles herself from him, hand finding the one he has resting on her hip, she laces their fingers together and turns, tugging him towards the bedroom. Isaac was fully aware of what a big jump this was, not only for the pair of them, but for Demi especially, considering what happened to her in La Quinta. He was always going to feel a sickening guilt and anger at the fact that he hadn't stopped it sooner (and at the fact that it had even happened at all). But now as they're entering the dark bedroom, their fingers laced together, all he wanted to do was kiss every inch of her and help chase away the memories of her past. Getting impatient (and a little bold in his overwhelming desire for her) he scooped her up into his arms and placed her on the bed before following her onto the mattress. He was hovering next to her, careful not to be on top of her, and wanting so badly to kiss her again, but instead asked, "Is this okay? Is it too much?" A small noise of surprise escaped her as Isaac lifted her up and placed her onto the bed. It wasn’t a sexy noise by any means, but more of a squeak followed by giggling. She had become accustom to Isaac allowing her to dictate when and how it was they touched, so the fact that his actions had come without a request for permission beforehand startled her, but not in the way one might expect. There was a dormant part of her that liked it, the way he just took charge without a hint of hesitation, and that same part of her enjoyed relinquishing control to him. “Do you really think I’m going to get you all riled up and then put on the breaks?” Demi asked, worried that Isaac might just be waiting for the moment she would freak out, or worse, that he was expecting it to happen. “Isaac, I want this to happen, okay? So for God’s sake stop asking if I can handle it. It’s not too much, I can handle this and I really just want you to kiss me right now.” He really should have been expecting that response from Demi but he was so caught up in his head and worried about doing something wrong and fucking this up for both of them that he just blinked at her a few moments before his face cracked into a smile and he laughed. “You’re something else,” he said, moving so he was between her legs, kneeling between her thighs. It would have been surreal for her to think he was the one worried about doing something wrong, when she was the one with a whole luggage set of baggage. She was acting confident, and she did want this, but somewhere deep down Demi wondered if she was projecting her own fear onto Isaac. Her mind was beginning to wind up on that, whirring away and ready to worry that thought to death, but then he was shifting his position, and god that smile, and his laugh snapped her out of wherever her mind was about to take her. “I’ve been told that,” she chirped in return, smug smile playing at the corners of her mouth. A more serious look crossed over his face as he took in what Demi really said, and he replied, “Even if you did get me all riled up and wanted to stop, you know I would,” his hands coming to rest on her thighs. “Believe me, I want this to happen too, Demi,” he continued, his hands sliding a little further up her legs, his thumbs rubbing circles at the soft skin of her inner thighs. “So I’m going to shut up and kiss you now but I just needed to say that before anything more happened, okay?” His handsome features shifted so quickly into a serious expression that Demi was caught off guard, and for a moment her heart stopped and her mind leapt to worse case scenario -- that in the span of only a few moments he had changed his mind. Even through the noise of her brain beginning to overthink this, his words registered and she found herself smiling up at him as she brought her hand up to rest against his cheek, thumb running along his cheekbone. “I know you would, Isaac,” she answered simply, without hesitation. If she had any question as to the truth of his words, or if he wanted this, his hands on her thighs chased them away. “Alright, just do it already.” She made a ‘hurry it up’ motion with her free hand, mischief dancing in her dark eyes as she played at being impatient. And with that, he pushed himself back up onto his knees and hovered over her, only pausing a second to look at how goddamn beautiful she was, before lowering himself and pressing his lips to hers once more. The way he paused to look made her heart skip a beat, and when he finally lowered himself down again it’s almost as if her heart beat comes back doing double time. Reaching around him, she splayed her hands out over his back, nails biting into his skin gently as she pressed up against him, deepening the kiss. She knows she must be leaving red marks down his back as her hands explore, and too soon she’s breaking the kiss to catch her breath. Before she can keep the question inside, Demi finds herself gasping out. “Do you really want this?” as one hand drops away from his back, twining with his left hand and toying with the band on his third finger. There’s an unasked question in her eyes, a fear that she’s just a placeholder for what he lost. Truth be told, his wedding ring was just like a second skin to Isaac. He’d been wearing it so long that he never paid it much attention. It was just a constant, silent reminder of the woman he’d lost. But now, with Demi bringing both their attention to the gold band around his finger, he stiffened slightly as his gaze dropped down to look at it. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want it,” he said quietly. “But--I’m never going to forget her, just like you’re never going to forget Seth. Doesn’t mean I wish you were her, though. I’m here with you and I want you,” he said, moving his eyes back up to meet Demi’s. He meant every word of it and hoped she knew that. She’d just scolded him for doubting her intentions and now she was doing the same thing to him but maybe this would clear the air. He wasn’t sure if that look in her eye was her asking him to take his ring off, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for that just yet. Every day, missing Callie and their children hurt a little less but even as he learned to move past the guilt of moving on and started to feel something for Demi, he couldn’t move on entirely. It didn’t feel right. Not yet. She’s still running her finger along the gold band when Isaac’s deep, steady and assured voice breaks her out of whatever dark thoughts her mind had been threatening to slip into. As much as she hates the sheer fact that she needed to hear those words, it’s as if something unclenches around her heart. He’s not here simply because she threw herself at him, and he’s not here to fill a void. Her fingers still then, untangling and releasing her grip on his hand. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, both hands moving to frame his face. “I just needed to hear you say that, needed to know I’m not being compared, and there’s no expectations.” Demi wouldn’t ask him to remove his ring, that was something he would have to do on his own, in his own time. She just needed to know that it wasn’t a symbol of something she had to live up to. “God, I want you, which is why I even cared.” Weeks ago, even days ago she hadn’t been able to say those words alluded, unsure of what they might mean. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Isaac said, turning his head to one side and kissing at the palm of Demi’s hand. Just because he missed his wife like crazy didn’t mean that he wanted Demi to be her. He felt this pull towards Demi because she was confident and feisty and didn’t give a damn what anyone thought but she also sweet and caring and engaging. Callie may have shared some of those qualities but they were two very different women and Isaac was fully aware of that. Vulnerability was not a trait Demi liked to show, but there was that tiny sliver of something inside of her that needed reassurance, needed to know that she was here because of her and not because she was being used. Truth be told she was still unsure as to what any of this might mean. But, she was willing to venture out into unknown waters to see. Smiling faintly as she wound her arms around his neck, Demi asked quietly. “Did I just kill the mood?” “No way, baby,” Isaac said, his mouth pulling up to return the smile. “Was something we needed to talk about, so we did. You still want me. And I definitely still want you,” he continued, pressing his hips against hers so she could feel the evidence of his statement before smiling a little more broadly. “Are you really going to make me wrestle that shirt off you? Because I’m dying to get it off you.” A devilish gleam shone in Demi’s eyes as she arched her back, pressing up against Isaac, causing him to let out a sharp inhale at the feeling of the increased contact. “We’re on the same page then,” she purred, all her worries extinguished by his reassurance - both verbal and nonverbal. Her smile had turned playful by this point, the gleam still there in her dark eyes as she added. “You’ve got me pinned, which means you have the upper hand,” she pointed out. “So I think that means you get to do whatever you want, as long as you ask nicely.” “Luckily I have great manners,” Isaac said matter-of-factly, a crooked grin on his face, “But you’ll need to excuse me for a moment.” And at that he pulled back and stepped off the end of the bed to stand up. Demi pressed against him made him acutely aware of how uncomfortably tight his dress pants were getting on him. It took just a moment for him to shuck his pants and socks off and then he was moving back up towards the bed, ready to pick up where they’d left off. “I’ll be the judge of that,” Demi answered just as matter-of-factly, eyebrow raised and expression serious. He excused himself, shifting away from her and a faint noise of protest was Demi’s only response as he slid off the end of the bed, though an impish grin lit up her face when she realized why it was he had momentarily left her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched him with eagle eyed attention, impish smile still in place as he finished and the mattress shifted under his weight as he climbed back onto the bed. “So, where was I…” he said, moving so he was between her thighs once more and let his hands trail up her legs until they reached the hem of her shirt. Tugging at it playfully, his eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Can you please sit up so I can take your shirt off?” He asked, oh-so-politely but smirked all the while. As he settled back in between her thighs, her hands slid down his back, fingers toying with the elastic of his boxers as her expression shifted, a coy smile replacing her earlier grin. “Well damn, aren’t you practically a boy scout with those manners,” she purred, sliding her hands back up his back, nails biting gentling into his skin as she shifted herself up into a sitting position. “Told you they were good,” he teased. With her sitting up, that was all the permission he needed for his hands to push her shirt up further, and after prompting her to lift her arms, he pulled the garment all the way off. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra and holy shit. "And you're so humble," she exclaimed, leaning forward quickly to steal a kiss before Isaac's full attention shifted to removing the shirt she had stolen from him. His hands on her sent a thrill up her spine, and her heart sped as the cotton shirt was discarded and she was laid bare (literally) in front of him, her breath catching as she waited for his reaction. For him to say anything at all and break the nervous tension she could feel building up. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned out and then after that there wasn’t a chance for him to say much else because his mouth was too busy kissing over the newly exposed skin, working his way up her stomach until his nose nudged at the curve of her breast. Her hands carded into his hair as his words made her heart fluttered in a way it hadn't in so long. Each time his lips pressed against exposed skin, the contact seemed to send a jolt of electricity through her. Her whole body was humming now, greedy for the attention Isaac was so willingly giving her. "I told you they were better in person, sweetheart," she murmured, hands still playing with his hair as he made progress up her body. When he stopped it felt almost like murder, like he was toying with her, working her up and leaving her to squirm. "God, don't stop." Her words are breathy, not quite a command, but not quite a plea either. Punctuated by an impatient tug on his hair. There was a big part of Isaac that was worried he was going to lose his shit like a teenage boy and end this all before it even really began, so he kept his focus entirely on her, his mouth and hands teasing over her skin. He wanted to make sure Demi got hers before he got his and when she tugged at his hair he lifted his head slightly to look up at her, grinning at her impatience. That grin earned him another sharp tug on his hair, and an answering smirk. He was enjoying this, and god, there was something intoxicating about that fact. Even if her whole body was humming with impatience, even if she wanted him to just shut up and put his mouth on her again, she wouldn’t have traded that for seeing him look up at her like he had just moments before, with that grin and desire in his green eyes. “Don’t stop what? This?” He asked, his mouth finally making contact with her breast, his tongue swiping over a nipple before pulling back. “Or maybe this?” He asked, his fingertips trailing up her leg and gently grazing over the fabric of her underwear. “Tell me what you want.” “Fuck,” she gasped, back arching as her hands grasped at his shoulders, seeking an anchor for only a moment as he teased her. "Both," she continued, voice quiet as she ran one hand down his chest, fingers ghosting over skin, pausing at the waist of his boxers before traveling lower and palming him through his boxers. "And this, I want this." Demi purred, heat in her dark eyes as she held his gaze. Eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of her hand over his erection, he inhaled sharply and chuckled. "Greedy," He chided, before opening his eyes back up and working his hands past the elastic of her underwear to hook his thumb on either side and pull them down her legs. Her underwear joined the rest of their clothes discarded around the room but they'd worry about that mess later. Now his entire focus was on Demi and the desire to make her feel good. Not that he thought she had any lingering doubts about his want for her, but he wanted to be extra clear. With pasts like theirs it was only natural to wonder if this thing between them was a consolation prize. His mouth returned to kissing her stomach, but rather than move up towards her breast again he instead began kissing down until his face was hovering between her thighs. "Should we test your patience?" His breath hot against her skin. Doubt was the farthest thing from Demi's mind as Isaac trailed kisses down her body, he had nothing more to prove to her. If he didn't want this, or simply saw her as a means to an end he would have taken what he wanted and been done. But he hadn't, instead with each touch, each kiss, he was reminding her what it was like to be with someone who saw her as more than a whore keeping a secret. His warm breath against her skin sent a shiver through her body. "Go ahead, test my limits," she answered, the challenge clear in her tone as she ran her fingers through his hair, needing some kind of contact with him. "I might surprise you." Isaac just chuckled again before he began doing just as she challenged him to do. He began kissing and gently nipping at her skin of her inner thighs, his mouth moving closer and closer to her center but never quite reaching her pleasure point. The point was to rile her up and get her nice and crazy before finally sending her over the edge. Demi was always surprising him. The fact that she hasn't demanded instant satisfaction was a bit of a surprise but a good one. They both needed this for different reason. He was enjoying feeling her squirm in anticipation under him and feeling her breathing faster the longer he teased her, knowing that he could have these kinds of feelings about someone again after how closed off he'd been for the past two years. And though Isaac couldn't begin to anticipate what Demi was feeling about all this, he hoped she was able to feel pleasure for the sake of pleasure and know that despite the fact that the guards in La Quinta had been monsters, she was still so deserving of being made to feel good. Tongue finally brushing against her clit, though just for a fraction of a second, he looked up at her and pulled back slightly to ask, "Have you had enough yet?" To say Isaac was surprising her would have been an understatement. Gone was the man who sought out her permission before even so much as looking at her, and in his place was someone who was finding pleasure in bringing her closer and closer to the edge. It was maddening how close he would come to giving her exactly what she wanted, and yet how far away he was from it at the same time. Patience was a virtue, but not one she possessed much of, and what she had was slipping away with each nip and touch from him, each time he drew a little sigh of pleasure or moan out of her. As Isaac teased and toyed with her, advancing and retreating in a way that made her squirm and had her clenching the fabric of the comforter in one hand, she inched closer and closer to losing this battle of wills, to crying out that she had had enough and for him to just give her what she wanted already. And she did want it. A thought that would have stopped her short mere hours ago, but now she could think of nothing more she wanted than to be with Isaac. That she had feelings for him would remain a tightly concealed secret, held close to her chest in the same way she had done before. If it was an attempt to protect him or herself, she no longer knew. As his tongue darted out and finally made contact with her clit, Demi gasped out a moan. Dark eyes met his as he looked up at her, conveying everything she could never say aloud as to how she was feeling -- her eyes always had been a window into her feelings. “Of this teasing? Yes,” she answered as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Of you? No.” Her message was clear, she was done with the building up and wanted the main attraction. Demi had driven him crazy enough in the past few months that if Isaac wanted to tease her and give her back some of her own medicine, he would have felt pretty justified in his actions. But his patience was running thin as well. Just because she wasn't touching him didn't mean he wasn't going out of his mind. Every noise and buck of her hips sent a spike of arousal through him that by the time Demi threw in the towel and declared that she'd had enough of this little game, he was painfully hard. "Good, because I'm nowhere near finished," he said, giving her one last teasing nip to her center, then began working his way up her body until he was hovering over her, his face inches from hers. He paused for just a moment before pressing his lips to her and letting himself grind down against her through his boxers, finally getting some relief to the sexual tension he was feeling. It’s intoxicating the way he toys with her one last time, a soft moan coming out as a gasp as he worked his way back up her body. Demi’s gaze his heated and her breathing hard as he paused, her mind already racing with all the possibilities of what might come next. She thought she could read him, but this is an Isaac whose uninhibited, who’s no longer closed off and barely living. There’s a spark now, she sees it dancing in his green eyes as he looked down at her. Her hands were on him again once he had come within reach again, trailing over the hard muscles of his back until her fingers hook around the elastic of his boxers. “These might need to go if you aren’t done ye-,” the rest of whatever it was she was going to say is swallowed up by his kiss, and her hips buck up off the bed driven to gain as much contact with him as she can. Little noises of pleasure are sighed into the kiss, keening and impatient. Slender fingers are tugging at his boxers now, threatening to tear the cotton fabric, and as she breaks the kiss, Demi drags her teeth over his bottom lip, nipping gently before saying. “Like I said, these need to go.” Isaac was just as breathless when Demi broke their kiss and his tongue swiped across where she’d bitten him, soothing the tender flesh. His boxers were practically clawed off and then he was just as bare as the woman beneath him, his arousal pressed against her. He groaned at the contact, though didn’t let himself move against her because a thought just occurred to him. “I--I don’t have any condoms,” he said, dumbly. And why would he? He hadn’t done much more than glance at a woman in the past two years, let alone take one to bed. Though all he wanted to do was sink into Demi and finally feel every bit of her, he’d lost two children already and didn’t know if he had it in his heart to risk bringing a third into this fucked up world. Demi let out a muffled moan against his neck as the last of the barriers between them was removed, scattering butterfly kisses along his neck, she paused at his pulse point and toyed with leaving a mark there for everyone to see that she was claiming him, Isaac was her's -- even if she didn't know what they were, she knew she didn't want to share him. She never got the chance to test out what his reaction might have been, to see if he might stop her. The deep timbre of his voice broke the moment, and Demi let out a little laugh. "I know," she answered, adding. "I found that out when I was cleaning this place." Demi had been surprised at first when she realized that, but as she reminded herself that Isaac had been in grieving it had made more sense to her. Just because she hadn't found herself attempting celibacy when Seth had passed, didn't mean other people didn't go that route upon losing their significant other. Raising her hands up to frame his face, she held his gaze, expression reassuring while she spoke. "We're fine, I'm covered." Despite everything she has been through, it had always made more sense in her mind to continue with birth control -- maybe it was the routine of it that she had been seeking out, some kind of sense of normalcy after everything she had endured. Whatever it was, all she hoped was that it was enough to convince Isaac that they would be fine, that he had no reason to stop this. Because now that it had begun, Demi knew she wouldn't be sated until she had had all of him. He should’ve known that Demi would know something like that. They shared this space, after all, and he would have been very surprised if she hadn’t looked through every nook and cranny of the apartment. It wasn’t as if Isaac minded. He didn’t have anything to hide, especially including his complete lack of game with the ladies. Despite the small amount of nerves he felt about not using protection, he trusted Demi and if she said they were covered then they were. And he was glad for that because he didn’t want to stop. He wanted all of her and he was quite certain that Demi felt the same about him. If they had to pause to have a further discussion about all this this, it would kill the mood, and no one wanted that. Not when they were so far gone already. Leaning into the hand holding his face, he nodded slightly and smiled at her. “Okay,” he said, simply accepting her reassurances. After that there wasn’t much else to do but reach between them, and once he was lined up at her entrance, he pushed in slowly with a groan. Even if he hadn’t had sex in a long time he sure as hell remembered how good it felt, but there was this extra spark of something between him and Demi, all of the words between them unspoken finally having a tangible outlet. Bottomed out, Isaac’s face buried in the crook of Demi’s neck and he kissed at the skin, his breath hot and irregular. He wanted to ask if she was still okay or if he was okay to keep going but he was 99% sure that would just get her all pissed off and probably cause her to slap him, so instead, he kissed his way over to her lips and began moving his hips slowly, groaning against her mouth as he did. There’s a little part of her that’s surprised when Isaac doesn’t protest, when he just accepts her assurance that they’re covered and totally not going to bring another human into this world. It’s the best kind of surprised, though. It hints at the fact there’s still layers to him she hasn’t seen. Layers she doesn’t know. That thought excites her, makes her wonder just how many other little aspects of Isaac’s personality she hasn’t seen yet. Now isn’t the time for thinking, not when her hands are ghosting over every inch of skin she can reach and he’s finally inside her. Despite her assertion that she wanted this, reflexively Demi’s muscles tensed for a couple of seconds, her heart rate sped up and her hands stilled. Up until this moment she thought she was fine, that she had conquered her demons, but it takes her a couple beats to adjust, to remember she’s with Isaac, in their bed and she asked for this. She wanted this. It’s brief, the time that passed while Demi battled her demons, so brief that she prayed Isaac hadn’t notice. (Truth be told, Isaac did notice, just a little. He was already worried about pushing too far, too fast, but on that same line of trust they were operating on and based on everything they’d talked about, he trusted that if anything was too much she would stop him.) His breath is hot against her neck, it anchors her, draws her back to the present and soon her hands are clutching at his back as she moaned, her nails biting into skin as she matched his slow rhythm, rolling her hips and in no hurry to end this. Breaking the kiss, she moved along his jaw, kissing a path towards his pulse again. “What would you do if I left a mark right here?” she purred, nipping at the tender skin. “Or here?” Demi asked, moving down a fraction of an inch on his neck. He let out a throaty laugh at Demi’s words and pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Trying to stake your claim on me? I don’t think you need to mark me up for everyone to know I’m yours. But if you really want to--” He trailed off, leaning down and kissing her, his hips continuing to roll with each thrust and grind down against her. Did she need to mark him up to lay claim? No. Did she want too? Yes. Hiding just under the surface was a possessive little creature, one that flared up with jealousy so easy that it was nearly like turning a light switch on and off. Jealousy was after all what had started them down this road, the lines had blurred, the act they had going shifted to something less definable and that little green eyed monster reared its ugly little head. "What if I am?" She asked against his lips, breath hitching as their bodies moved together and her words ended with a keening little noise. He broke the kiss after another minute, his breath more ragged now accompanied by a slightly dazed look in his eyes as the feeling of their bodies together started to work him towards the precipice. “Go ahead then if you’re gonna,” he said, his voice uneven and his smile crooked. When he breaks the kiss, Demi waste very little time in working her way back to the spot she had nipped at earlier. She can feel his pulse racing under her lips, and with each beat of his heart her own pleasure builds, coiling inside of her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Pausing there with her mouth against his pulse for a couple moments, Demi finally nipped at the skin gently, not nearly hard enough to leave a mark before remarking. "Hmm, maybe I'll leave one where only I can see it." Isaac could feel that he was quickly approaching a point of no return, so close to losing himself in the feeling of her. At this point he didn't care if she left hickeys all over his neck, he just didn't want to stop. "Demi, baby, you feel so good. I--you--" He said, though his train of thought was abruptly cut off by a groan deep in his throat. Words were so goddamn difficult. There'd been a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to lose his shit like a teenage boy, and he'd exceeded his expectations so far, but he wanted to make her feel as good as she was making him feel before he completely went off the edge. "Mark me up later, wanna make you come right now," He said, resting his forehead against hers. The pressure is still building, tension winding her tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips, unraveling her from the inside out, slowly, almost painfully slow. The moan his words elicits from her is low, a frustrated noise, her hips bucking up to meet his. She’s teetering closer and closer to the edge, but she needs more. Demi kisses a line up along his jaw, breath warm against his ear as she whispered, breathy and low. “Then stop being gentle, I won’t break,” her words are emphasised with a nip to his earlobe. She was done with the soft gentle touches, the teasing and toying and Isaac’s maddeningly slow pace. When she pulled away from his ear, Demi captured his mouth in a open-mouthed kiss, hard and claiming, little gasps and moans swallowed up by it as her hands slid down his back and grabbed his ass. Her nails dug into his skin, and her grip was firm, as if she thought she could physically move his body herself, speeding up his languid pace to something hard and fast that would make her come undone. There was always that learning curve when being with a new partner, learning all the little touches and moves that they liked best, but with Demi telling Isaac exactly what she wanted she was making it really easy on him. Well, relatively. She was driving him absolutely fucking crazy, actually, and it was hard to focus with her grabbing his ass like that and he was already light headed from their kisses. It was the best kind of crazy, though, and he could already tell he was going to want to do this again. Moving a hand down to grab at her waist, his slow movements gradually sped up into the hard thrusts she’d asked for, his fingers digging into her flesh the harder he moved against her. His lips moved back against hers, if a little sloppily, and when his lungs started burning he broke the kiss with a sharp inhale. Moving to kiss up her neck, he nipped at her earlobe before growling out, “C’mon Demi, god baby, fuck, c’mon, want you to come,” his voice staggered and choppy with each thrust into her. She lets out a sharp gasp, followed by a breathy and needy moan as Isaac thrusts into her harder, the noise swallowed up by the the kiss that’s leaving her lightheaded. Demi arched into him, the hands on his ass urged him deeper as she clenched around him. Each time he drives into her, harder and deeper, she spiraled closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building and curling inside of her. Her head dropped back against the pillow when he finally broke the kiss, and she closed her eyes, little gasps and moans of pleasure slipping out as he continued to thrust into her. His teeth scraping against her earlobe drew a needy moan out of her, nails digging into his skin, leaving half moon marks as her hold on him tightened. His breath was hot against her ear, his urging all she needed to tip over the edge, sending a sparking jolt of pleasure down her spine, lighting her up as her orgasm finally ripped through her, leaving her whole body humming. Demi’s hold on him doesn’t loosen, instead she gasped out a “Don’t stop,” her words stilted as she urged him to fuck her through it. “Isaac, god, I want you to come for me,” she’s been sated, and now she wants to feel him come undone. Every noise and movement from Demi pushed Isaac closer and closer to his own release. And as if the feeling of her tightening around him as she came wasn’t enough to tip him over the edge, it was hearing her say his name that really made sure he was a gonner. He didn’t last any longer than a few more thrusts and then he was consumed by his own orgasm, hips continuing to move slowly until he was completely spent. Isaac felt like he’d just run a marathon with the way his heart was still racing and he couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into his lungs, but even despite the exhaustion he felt, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Demi, a completely dopey look on his face as he let out a soft chuckle. “Well, fuck. That was...” He trailed off, not even sure words could capture what had just happened between them. By now Demi feels completely loose and relaxed in a way she hasn’t felt in nearly a year. Her time in La Quinta was never about her, that had merely been a means to an end for the guards. But now, as Isaac finally loses it and tips over the edge, thrusts slowing, but not stopping as his orgasm takes him. She lets out a pleased little noise, fully engaged and enjoying the sight of him above her, consumed with pleasure. Riding it out until they were both left sated and breathing heavy. Demi draws her hands up along his back, fingers drawing lazy designs on his skin as she looks up at him. The dopey look plastered onto his handsome face is enough to draw a giggle out of her, because she’s nearly certain she looks just as pleased as he does in the afterglow of what just happened between them. “You know it’s a real ego boost when a girl can leave a guy speechless,” she murmurs, another giggle bubbling up out of her. “Unless it was just so unremarkable you truly have nothing to say about it.” Demi teased, aware that the look on his face alone telegraphed the fact that it was anything but unremarkable. Isaac took a few moments to collect himself before gradually easing his way off Demi and rolling to the side, collapsing on the mattress next to her. Though his breathing was returning to normal, he was physically exhausted and couldn’t have kept himself from crushing Demi for much longer. Rolling to lie on his side and face Demi, he said, “Sorry, cannot form coherent thoughts. Brain too fried from the awesome sex we just had,” that stupid grin never leaving his face. He was feeding right into her ego but at that moment, he didn’t even care. Something had happened between them -- something they’d both really enjoyed -- and he wasn’t about to hold back how he felt. He was far too loose and content to filter himself, so he added, “When I’m not like jell-o, we’re totally doing that again.” Demi was certain she could just lay in their bed for hours, and not just because her body felt boneless and weak in the best kind of way. There was something between them now, unspoken and yet dancing just at the edges. She wasn't going to study it too closely, still unsure if she was ready to face down her own feelings. Regardless of that, she liked the way her heart fluttered each time he spoke, and the steady comfort his presence next to her brought. Turning onto her side, Demi had to giggle again when she caught sight of the brilliantly happy grin Isaac just couldn't seem to get rid of. "Oh sweetheart, that was nothing," she flashed a toothy grin, soaking up every last bit of ego stroking he was doing. Now that she knew she could handle it, that she wouldn't freak out or freeze up, Demi knew she could approach being with him without any inhibitions. "Oh my god, I've created a monster," she exclaimed with a laugh as she placed a hand against his shoulder, giving him a light shove -- just enough to urge him lay flat on his back again so she could wedge herself in next to him. "We can do whatever you want in a bit, but right now I just want to lay here." Demi murmured, pillowing her head on his chest and throwing an arm across his stomach. Isaac's arm naturally found its way around Demi, pulling her in close enough to press a kiss against the crown of her head with a content hum. "Yep, just like this is good," he agreed, looking down at the woman curled around him. He wasn't sure exactly what this was between him and Demi but already he could tell that he could get used to it. His dumb ass grin had settled into an easy but sleepy smile and as his eyes slipped shut, he finally got to enjoy the calm after the storm. |