Friday March 14th 2008 Who: Duncan & Adora Where: Adora's apt When: Laaaaaaaate What: A slightly tipsy Duncan visits his best pal, Adoring Adora Rating: /).(\ !
This was good. He had been worried for nothing. Since Tuesday things had been pleasant as pie. No one had said anything stupid, Adora hadn't beaten him over the head with her crazy hormones, and everything was working out fine. With the exception of the insanity that occurred mid-week, everything had been copacetic. Despite everything though, he'd been concerned, and had dipped into his wine reserve all on his lonesome. Now he would have felt silly for it, if he were not presented with possibility of sex.
When he arrived Adora would see he was nowhere near drunk, just tipsy. There was crookedness in his grin, and his eyes were slightly pink around the rims and a tad glassy. He hadn't come over in his pajamas. He was wearing jeans, and sneakers, and a Spiderman tee shirt that had paint splatters on the right shoulder. Alright, so, he had pajamas on from the waist up.
"Hullo. I forget what I was supposed to deliver." He grinned, eyes dancing. ___
Adora, on the other hand, had been slightly crawling out of her skin this evening. It wasn't because Keagan wanted to borrow her car; she really didn't care about that. She was pretty sure that that guy had been driving vehicles since Ford had invented the assembly line, so it wasn't that. She knew exactly what it was, and it was that she was hungry and that always translated to antsy. She was also a little annoyed that students had been hurt at the school (although she never admitted giving a damn about them) and that as of yet, she hadn't heard of a kid getting even detention.
Oh, hell, a student who was an adult could leave voluntarily and the teachers got slapped on the wrist. Seriously, this school was driving her nuts again. And the fact that Duncan wasn't here quite yet was only making her want to crawl the walls more. She did feel pretty proud of herself for winding him up enough to get over here.
When she answered the door, she looked Duncan over with a chuckle, then grabbed him by his shirt and gently tugged him inside. "Get in here, goofball."
To her credit, she didn't pounce him right away, but when she let go of him, her hand drifted down his arm until she managed to tear herself away to go grab another drink of water from the kitchen. "Still drunk, or are you just loose-tongued now?" ___
He laughed. "Drunk? No, definitely not." Over a century or two, one gained a considerable tolerance to alcohol (among other things.) Duncan was tipsy, if anything. Half a bottle of wine could not really slay him into a stupor.
"I'm always loose tongued, thank you very much," he said, shrugging off his coat before moving toward the appropriate place to hang it. ___
"That's a good thing, though." Adora remarked as she grabbed a glass of water and made her way to lean against the wall, looking him over with a slightly hungry expression. "Cause when guys get too drunk, they, uh, lose all... coordination." Adora smirked, taking a sip of her drink. "Among other things."
Adora was trying very hard not to pounce Duncan, only because she had been the one to tell him to come over, but she'd also mentioned how y'know, it wouldn't kill him to ask and initiate. She was trying to get this guy who seemed like such an extrovert yet was totally introverted when it came to sex to... let loose a little. "So," Adora slinked over to him. "I don't know about you, but I am very glad I have nowhere to be tomorrow. I need the weekend to get here." ___
One of Duncan's biggest gripes was insulting women, and his second biggest gripe was insulting his friends. When his woman was a friend, it was understandable the half demon was a little hesitant. Although the lines that defined the area of their friendship were clear (somewhat), he didn't want to come across as if she owed him anything. Duncan was adamant in his opinion that Adora could stop this whenever she liked, and although he'd be a little disappointed, he understood it was entirely her prerogative. Knowing this made it hard for him to show up and bellow: "YOU. PANTS. OFF. NOW."
Now it was hard to remember as the wine let his brain float lazily, and he watched her sashay her hips in his general direction. His hands reached out and found her waist, and he pulled her closer, but not for a kiss. That too, Duncan wouldn't do unless otherwise told. Although the two buddies had pulled a number of tricks out of their hats in the few times they were together, kissing was not one of them. Their lips had never touched.
"Mmm, yes," he said, tickling her sides gentle enough for it to be considered a caress. "I am definitely not too drunk for anything. I will not be losing... anything this evening." He grinned, pulling back a little. "Oh, damn, I forgot the avocados.... no face masks for our sleepover," he said, and leaned in one again to brush his lips against her neck. His voice was muffled against her collarbone. "We'll just have to find another way to pass the time." ___
Adora couldn't help but squirm a little when he pulled her closer. Yes, this was exactly what she needed right now. The moment his hands had touched her, she could feel her body starting to relax a little. She was probably starting to exude pheromones again, but at this point, she didn't even care. Her hand slid along his back, and she chuckled at his little remark about the avocados.
"That's okay, I think we'll survive..." She smirked as his lips touched her neck, and she bit her lip, her hands moving to his waist to slide under his shirt a little. "After all, I'm pretty sure one rule is that you're supposed to be wearing pajamas and you're only halfway there..." One hand moved from under his shirt to the belt loop of his jeans, tugging a little. "Because these are going to get really uncomfortable for you really quickly." ___
Duncan hadn't wanted anyone to see him heading to Adora's in PJ pants (too obvious) so he'd changed to jeans, but now, he didn't need them! She couldn't be more correct.
"One rule? There's rules now?" he said, trailing soft kisses from behind her ear down to her shoulder and back up to her chin. "I wasn't aware. You should probably fill me in on the other rules." His hips moved closer at her tug, but then stayed there, brushing up against her. One hand released her only to slid in under her robe, grazing over the soft white nightgown beneath. ___
Adora really liked the way Duncan's mouth seemed to travel, constantly. If he wasn't talking, he was kissing, and at the moment... he was doing both quite successfully. "Another rule..." Adora sighed, smiling so that she could focus enough to get her hand between their hips and unbutton his jeans, pulling her hips away long enough to start pushing his jeans down. "Is that on sleepovers..." Adora let her own mouth drop so she could run her lips along his jaw and then up to his ear. "Is that you don't sleep."
Her hands were insistently, but not desperately working to move his jeans off his hips. "But... frankly, I don't remember the rest of the rules right now." ___
"Making them up as we go along, then?" he asked, in between throaty noises, one hand reaching down to help her. When his jeans hit his knees he broke away grinning and started to slide out out of them. The fact that he could balance one leg to take off the other should have told her he wasn't close to being sauced. He yanked them off the floor, not on his boxers and a tee shirt, and began folding them as he ambled slowly toward her.
"I just thought of another rule," he said, holding the folded denim between them. "Junk food only. Soo .. you get in there," he said, nodding toward her bedroom, "and I will meet you in a second." ___
Adora had to give the guy credit. He took his jeans off without falling over, and that was normally where most guys tended to screw up. Smiling, Adora almost commented on it, but she stopped herself as he suddenly told her that she was to go get in the bedroom. Something about junk food? What the hell...
"Okay..." Adora chuckled, delightfully surprised that apparently Duncan had some sort of a plan, and she smiled, turning to head into her bedroom and dropping her robe off her body on the way. Adora had the lights fairly dim in her bedroom, and she figured they didn't need to be changed, so she simply sighed and laid back on her bed, waiting to see what Duncan had up his sleeve. After a moment, Adora couldn't help but be a little impatient. "What are you doing in there?" She called out to him. ___
"Thank you my dear for waiting all of two seconds," he said, his voice escalating in volume the nearer he came to her bedroom. Suddenly he appeared, leaning in the door frame, and held up a half-empty can of Reddi-Whip.
"Mmm?" His eyebrows lifted, and he flashed a silly grin. "You can laugh, it's alright." ___
"I was curious, that's a..." Adora stopped in the middle of her sentence as she realized what he was holding in his hand. And yes, she couldn't help but laugh a little. "Oh, I'm sorry, little boy, did we not get enough dessert last time?" Adora asked him, propping herself up on her elbows. She was just waiting for him to spin the freakin' can in his hand. ___
"Okay, never mind, I'll put it back, then," he said with a shrug, swinging out of the doorway to head back toward the kitchen. As he took a few slow steps he counted backward in his head. Three...two.. ___
"No, no, no! Get back here!" Adora laughed, springing off the bed and coming back around the door. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and pulled him back a little, nibbling on his shoulder playfully. "Come back here with that..." Her nibbles went further up to his neck, attempting to completely distract him from wanting to go back into the kitchen. It was cute how she knew that he was playing, but at the same time, had no problems going with it. ___
Duncan was always just a little bit playful. It was in his nature, and changing now would be next to impossible for the centuries old fellow. He liked having fun while... having fun.
Laughing at the way she bit down on his shoulder, he turned back toward the bedroom, dragging her with him. "Fiiiiiiiiine, fiine... now get your ass back on the bed." ___
Adora hung onto him and walked with him a few more steps, then pulled away so she could hop back over to the bed. She slid back onto the bed, laying back against her pillows, her hands resting down between her legs, playing with the satin of her nightgown for something to keep her hands busy while he decided to take his sweet time.
"So, what exactly do you plan to do, now that you have the whipped cream?" ___
Eventually the whipped cream ran out, and although they were more naked, and a little stickier than they had started, their mood was still lifted. Duncan tossed the empty can onto the floor and pulled beside her. "Oh," he said, as the can hit the floor noisily, "do you want me to put that up on the dresser?"
He ran a hand over her naked abdomen, fingers moving around her ribcage until they cupped the side of her breast. His tongue ran a thin line from the underside to the top, before her closed his mouth over her nipple. He enjoyed trying to make her answer questions while doing things that made speaking difficult. Generally his question were more sex-centric, but this would do just fine.
Duncan was playful, and always had been. The likelihood of that changing now was slim. Even when the two took turns of playing the 'aggressor' in their intimate time together, Duncan would eventually make a joke, or say something endearing. Eventually. ___
That was one reason that Adora sincerely enjoyed having Duncan around, and probably one reason she got protective of him. He was too good to just let go, and he was too much fun both in and out of bed for her to just let him idly stroll on by. Of course, he was also making it very difficult to think.
Adora whimpered a little as his mouth found exactly what he was looking for and... how was she supposed to answer a question when he had her so completely distracted. Of course, she knew if she didn't answer, he was just going to ask her again and that she'd still need to answer. "Let the damn thing stay on the floor..." She purred, her hips rolling slowly on their own and her body squirming slightly in response to the touch of his hand.
Adora slid a hand along his back, petting him until her fingers found his hair, and she slid her fingers up into his hair. Okay, that was a good place for her hand to be. The other hand was too busy clutching the bed sheets to really do anything else just yet. But, she was thinking, she just wasn't sure what to do just yet. To be fair, he was a huge distraction. ___
Duncan was very much a "ladies first" fellow, and this didn't just apply to lines for getting into the theater and who got to take the first piece of bread. He liked being "giving" in bed because while his reactions were familiar to him, and had been, for the decades he'd been having sex, his partners' reactions were always new. He liked attempting to elicit new noises from Adora because he knew they hadn't had enough time together for him to already know her gamut of squirms, squeals, and screams.
While his tongue worked, his free hand slid from her breast over the gentle curve of her stomach, and down, further, until his fingers were gently kneading her inner thigh, teasingly close to her.
He trailed kisses up to her collarbone, the bit down gently against the thin skin there, before speaking in a husky voice. "Are you comfortable?" His fingers brushed the very outside of her sex, but nothing more, because the same hand reached up to brush hair out of her face.
She had been mentioning her stomach lately, and he wondered if she would be against him yanking her on top of him. He loved to watch her, because watching her feed on the energy between them was just as erotic to him as watching her enjoy herself, but he suspected she'd have an issue with the angle. An idea occurred, and he grinned into her shoulder. "Why don't you turn around for me?" ___
Adora had always been the exact opposite when it came to feeding. She knew she fed off of the men so she normally tried to get them to a point of absolute exhaustion by the end, because it was about her feeding off of them. Occasionally, she had guys who enjoyed spending their time on her, but it had admittedly been a while. So, while she teased Duncan about it, she appreciated having someone take the time with her.
As his hand drifted lower, Adora's body was moving against him, wanting to feel more of his touch, quite content to get wrapped up in what he was doing to her. She needed this. She'd been feeling like she was going out of her mind all week, and she couldn't figure out why. She hadn't realized it was because she needed something like this until Duncan had come over and she realized she wanted to rip his clothes off. The little nip to her collar didn't go unnoticed, and it made her give a breathless chuckle. She couldn't really manage an answer past that.
And then Duncan asked her to move, which, for a moment, brought her slightly out of her own haze of lust and hunger. "Mm?" She managed to breathe in response, then nodded, smiling a bit as she rolled over onto her stomach. She automatically went to her knees, her elbows propping her up on the bed. She really enjoyed being in this position, to be honest. She had a tendency to arch her back like a cat, and it was much easier to do like this. "That better for you, handsome?" Her voice was thick, quiet, and she couldn't help but exude lust in everything she said. Then again, this was the only time she never had to hold back was in bed. ___
The pheromones Adora was shedding helped Duncan "let loose" for sure. He grabbed her hips gently and positioned himself behind her, giving a little yank up for better leverage. His legs were too long.
"Much better." He reached down and positioned himself, teasing her opening as his other hand's fingernails created pink stripes along her hips. He loved her hips. Whatever baby weight she was putting on was appearing there, and it drove him a little crazy. He liked having something to hold on to, as made evident by the way he grabbed both sides of her and pulled her back onto him, hard.
He exhaled a short grunt and closed his eyes. She felt amazing. He was glad they'd gone through half a can of whipped cream and some other activities. He pulled back, tauntingly slow, almost all the way free of her, and groaned. ___
Adora laughed a little as he pulled her up closer, biting her lip and letting out a little hiss as he dug his fingernails into her hips a little. Note to self: Remind him that that felt good and that he could continue to do it in the future. Adora enjoyed being manhandled, and even when she chose to be the one in charge, she had a penchant for driving men so wild they thought they'd die.
When he did finally thrust into her, it felt like she'd been waiting there for minutes, and for all she knew, it could have been. Whimpering, Adora dropped her head down towards her pillow, shuddering against him as her body got used to feeling him. Then, he pulled back, and she let out a mewl that was downright submissive. She couldn't help it, she wanted him to thrust back into her, and she wasn't going to stop begging until she got it. "Oh, you're such a tease..." She managed to whimper breathlessly. ___
Duncan loved that Adora was so submissive behind closed doors because he was not. Outside of the bedroom they switched, and he liked that too. Adora was a dominant personality, but not overbearing, and Duncan was a submissive personality, but not a pushover. The trade of positions (in more ways than one) in the bedroom was very welcome.
"You like it," he told her, before pushing into her again. Though that was all his lust-ridden brain would allow him to tease, at the moment, because every part of his body was screaming to thrust into her again, and again. He had to fight to keep a steady pace, and as he did, pulling all the way back and then pushing as far as he could, his hands roamed. He reached up to caress her back but when she tried to lower her torso it changed his angle.
There was a moment of hesitation before he twisted his fingers in her hair and pulled ever so slightly to ask her to come up again. His hips worked against her and he pulled her back which each thrust with his left hand. It wasn't the first time he'd pulled her hair, but still, he felt that an interrogative pause was necessary. ___
It was a very nice switch for her. It was different, a dynamic added to their friendship that also made flirting a lot more fun. She knew that if she joked about his moments of being the dominant one in bed, she sometimes got a blush, and sometimes she got little quips that suggested otherwise. Like the spanking comment from earlier.
"Oh, yes, I do..." Adora moaned as he thrust back into her, grateful that he wasn't torturing her again. His hands were moving along her body so she couldn't help but try to move against him, but it did change his angle and neither of them wanted that. When his hand tugged at her hair, she moved right back to where he wanted her, her back arching and her head tilting back, as if to tell him he could do it again.
Her hips were trying to rock against his, to change the rhythm, but she knew she was going to get in trouble for it. And like any submissive who was a little worked up, she didn't mind getting in trouble. ___
Oh yes she was. He tightened his grip on her hips, pinching her skin, and the tendons in his forearms pulsed as he forcibly halted her.
She felt amazing, and the way she curled herself made his mouth water. The scent of her -- the scent of both of them -- had his head swimming, and he let out a groan before quickening his pace.
Without warning he wrapped one arm around her midsection and pulled her up, to her knees, still inside her. "Come here," he breathed, needfully, his mouth coming to the nape of her neck. He wanted to be closer, to feel more of her against him, even if it was her beautiful back against his slippery chest. He pushed her thigh aside with his knee and a grunt, spreading her legs before he quickened his pace. His arms snaked around the front, both hands in opposite directions.
"You feel so fucking good," he hissed in her ear, driving himself up into her with a burning sensation in his thighs. His fingers teased her womanhood, reaching to manipulate the parts of her he wasn't able to get to with his bucking hips. His other hand clamped down on her breast, not too gently, but not too rough, and he kissed the back of her neck. ___
When he swept her up to her knees, Adora shuddered and leaned against him, knowing she'd need the physical support of him behind her.. She had been wanting the same kind of closeness that he did, but she hadn't had a chance to say it. Not that she could form the words at the moment to, anyway.
The feeling of his mouth back on her neck made her shiver again, and she reached out so that one hand could rest on his arm, the other moving behind her to rest on his hip, holding firmly. She could feel her body drawing strength from him, feeding in the most subtle way possible, but all she cared about were the sensations. His hips had sped up and he had her tightly pressed against him, and that was all she could have asked for.
Of course, then his hand snaked down between her legs and she realized that now she had all she could ask for. "God, I love your hands..." She managed to mutter, letting her head loll back happily as he kept moving. "Please don't stop..." She whimpered, a very quiet, sincere plea. She was so submissive in the bedroom, it would have shocked some of her former partners. They'd never taken the time to find out. ___
Duncan had most definitely taken the time, and he was glad he had. He loved being the dominant one on the bedroom. Although he was never against role reversal, if forced to choose, he wanted Adora begging for him.
All her pleading and whimpering cast a wicked grin on his gentle face, and he had to close his eyes and concentrate on reeling himself in.
When she whimpered for him not to stop he let out a short huff of a chuckle against her jaw, his five o'clock shadow rubbing her cheek as he adjusted his knees' placement on the mattress. "Wasn't plannin' on it, lassie," he rumbled, brogue tripping up his lusty tongue.
He released her breast and put his hand on her hip, leaving her free to move back onto all fours if she so desired. His other hand kept up with its subtle manipulations, careful not to overwhelm her with too much direct contact. A familiar pressure began to build as he moved in and out of her, harder, seeking to have as much of her envelope him as possible.
The noises he made were reduced to animalistic gasps and grunts of supreme appreciation. He pinched her side again with his grip. "Fuck, Adora." Interesting how this profanity he never apologized for. ___
Oh, that brogue of his. If there was one thing Duncan could do to get her attention any day or night, any time of the year, it would simply be to let that brogue of his slip out. She enjoyed it, she thought it was attractive, and something about it just made a shiver move right up her spine in the most delightful way.
Eventually, she did go back down onto her knees and had propped herself up on her elbows, but that was about all she could manage. Her body wanted him, was happy to have him, and she knew she wouldn't have been able to stay up like that for much longer. Not because she couldn't physically handle it, but there were things she knew she wanted to do that would have crossed lines.
Adora's hand drifted up to meet his on her hip, and she pulled his hand away so she could tangle her fingers with his, holding tightly. "Duncan... please..." She was begging, he had to know what she was begging for, but she wasn't going to say it out loud. ___
Duncan's eyes rolled sideways as a guttural noise escaped from. She was asking for release. It was his to give, and that fact almost made him lose it altogether.
He settled himself so he didn't need to let go of her hand, and his other hand reached around to cup her. One finger found a tender spot, and his hip movements became shorter but no less eager. He used his arm to pull her closer. "Come on," he said, watching her twist and moan with lusty eyes, drinking in her expression and noises, "be a good girl and come for me." ___
One of the many reasons Adora enjoyed sleeping with Duncan was for this exact reason. He was good to her and was both sexual, commanding and yet involved. It was a nice change from so many guys who didn't give a damn either way, and it made it impossible for her not to be addicted to him. Addiction was a good term for it.
When he pulled her closer and told her to be a good girl for him, that struck a chord in her she just couldn't hold back. Adora squirmed in his arms, her hips getting faster without her being able to stop them. She panted his name a few more times, her voice getting more breathless until she finally couldn't help herself. She gave a broken moan and tensed, clenching around him as her body shook and she totally lost every bit of control she had. ___
Duncan clamped his fingers into her both sides of her hips as Adora pulsed around him, his jaw twitching through clenched teeth as he worked behind her. "Good girl," he whispered, when she worked through her last shudder.
Now that she was taken care of he could focus on his own release. He unfastened his grip on her and reached one hand up to her shoulder, offering a momentarily caress before he took hold and began to push into her harder, faster.
It didn't take long for him to feel the rising pressure overwhelm him. His movements became erratic against her, just slightly, and he dig his nails into one side while his other hand gripped her shoulder. "Adora," he moaned, before falling over the edge.
When he had his senses back he hunched over her, heaving a deep breath before drawing himself out delicately. A half growl escaped him; a noise of utter content, before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him. His chest rose and fell in short gasps, and he was grinning like a fool. ___
Happy, sated and more than satisfied, Adora finally let her legs go from under her and collapsed next to him on the bed. She moved quickly so she was lying on her side, wrapped up in his arms and happily panting. "Oh wow..." She managed to breathe, smiling and chuckling a little.
She moved even closer to him, letting one leg slide over his until she was comfortable, and she buried her face in his neck, relaxing. "Oh, that was good... so good... better than good by far." She chuckled some.. "Fan... tastic." Her eyes drooped a little, ready to sleep, or at the very least, doze. ___
Duncan wasn't against a nap either, but he wouldn't admit it. He grinned down at her, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair. "Mmmhm," he agreed, his other hand resting on her thigh.
"Well. This was the best sleepover I've ever been to. No game of Mystery Date necessary." ___
Adora laughed a little at the thought of that, and she smirked, turning her head and nipping at his pec that happened to be so perfectly situated for her convenience. "I think we have found better games to play anyway."
Sighing, Adora leaned back again and relaxed. "After this crazy week, I think I needed this. We both needed this."