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Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2010-05-31 16:38:00

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candy quackenbush, eliot spencer

Who: Candy Quackenbush and Eliot Spencer.
What: Cleaning up the house.
When: Monday morning, while the girls are still with ~~grandpa~~ Nathan.
Where: Eliot's ranch.
Warnings: Very muchly.

Candy and Eliot had dropped the girls off at Nathan's, and they'd driven around on his motorcycle for a while. She was surprised by how addictive she found the speed, the rush, and was excited at the prospect of having a bike of her own. She held onto Eliot's waist, and enjoyed the speed and the adrenaline.

She wasn't surprised when he turned to her and asked her for some time alone. She knew he needed it; his family was important to him, and he'd been upset about Parker before they left. They were parked at a gas station, and she just kissed him on the cheek, sending him off along the road before going to make her glyph. She did the summoning dance behind the main building of the gas station, sitting and having a soda while she watched the light solidify into the craft. She lifted the door and climbed in, flying back to the ranch. She'd come to think of it as home already in the short time she'd spent there, and hoped that it wasn't a trust misspent. She stripped out of her clothes and deposited them into the hamper as usual, and crawled into Eliot's bed to sleep.

In the morning when she woke up to her alarm, she stretched and took a shower, drying her hair before grinning impishly. She hoped Eliot would come home that day, or she'd feel somewhat foolish for what she had planned, but she wanted to do something to cheer him up. It was something they often joked about, the difference between their ages, especially since they were - well, Candy didn't know what they were, but it was an intimacy beyond just sex, at least for her. She kept that in mind as she parted her hair in the middle, forming two pigtails, braiding them and securing them with black elastic bands. Moving to her closet, she pulled out her formal school uniform. Taunton hadn't had a dress code, the school she'd gone to before that had been very rigid, like many British schools. She wiggled into the black and red plaid skirt and white button-down shirt, chuckling a little to herself. She tied off the white shirt so it showed a bit of midriff before putting on white kneesocks and black shoes with a low heel.

Moving downstairs, she chuckled a little at herself, glad for the mundane housework she had planned. It would keep her heart from thudding out of her chest. Making coffee and bringing in the paper had her a bit more calm already.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 01:01 am UTC (link)

Eliot had taken some comfort in the warm body behind him, for a time. Candy wasn't just another person he was dragging along with him. She understood him, understood things he couldn't find words for. She had always been around, a friend of Sam's, even Nate. Eliot had known of her for some time, but he hadn't really paid any attention, until recently. He wasn't sure what changed, but she was there, offering to help with the girls, and what not.

There had been early jokes about filming a home made porn, and thins had grown from there, at a very alarming rate. Eliot thought it was all happening too fast, and at the same time it seemed to be happening just right. It didn't take him long to realise Candy was different, she really did understand him and the things he couldn't say. She had been abused, she recognised the scared little boy inside him, perhaps because she had a scared little girl inside herself.

Eliot didn't know what the future held for their relationship, but he wanted to find out. He'd told Candy not to make him tell her twice, when he needed to be alone. He'd hated to dump her at a gas station, but she'd said she understood, and he'd believed her.

He camped out that night, under the stars. And then in the morning, after a quick dip in a river, he'd climbed back on his bike, and headed toward home. He was greeted by the pungent smells of horses in the barn, and one of his ranch employees waved. Eliot lifted a hand in greeting, then limped his way inside, dragging his bad leg a little more than he wanted to admit.

He went in the kitchen, because that was the closest door to where he parked. He didn't know if Candy was there or not, and for the moment he was assuming she wasn't.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 01:08 am UTC (link)

She'd just started making herself scrambled eggs when she heard the kitchen door open. "Eliot?" She called out to make sure it was him, wiping her hands on a rag and moving to peek. She grinned when it was him, smiling and waving her hand. "Hungry? I can put a couple more eggs on for you, if you want." She figured he might want to shower and sleep, depending on what he'd done the night before.

She was also trying not to look nervous or silly, considering she felt it. She never did get men's turn-ons, but she supposed they didn't get hers either.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 01:25 am UTC (link)

Eliot pushed the door closed, and leaned against it. He surveyed the kitchen, before bringing his gaze to Candy at the stove. He smiled a little smile. He knew he was dirty, and smelled of the road, and the bike and maybe even a little mother earth thrown in. He felt gamey and greasy, but unless she went up with him, he wasn't interested in going upstairs just then.

"Yeah." He nodded. His eyes were fixated on her clothes. "You always cook in your school uniform?" he asked, and moved over to sit at the table. He chose the chair closest to the stove, and turned it so he was facing her, the table at his back.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 01:31 am UTC (link)

"Only when I'm teasing you," she grinned. She cracked a couple more eggs, stirring them into the pan before adding a little bit of milk. She closed her eyes, ignoring the fact that Eliot smelled like engine grease, leather, and dirt. It was making her breathing shallow and her knees weak, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot as she stirred. "Made coffee already if you need some."

It was tempting to move the eggs to a cool burner and crawl onto his lap, but she just smiled at Eliot, still stirring. "The girls are still at Nathan's, so I had to do something. So I did laundry and got breakfast together." She didn't want to tell him that she'd spent the night in his bed, in case he'd find it needy or something.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 01:57 am UTC (link)

"Breakfast for one. Sad. Good thing I came home." Eliot jerked his head, then brought his hands up to comb through his hair. Now would be a good time for one of those nifty hair bands, but he didn't say as much. He didn't often pull his hair back, but let it hang loose around his face. it didn't usually bother him, either.

"If you shimmied your hips a little, that would be a real tease." He shifted, just slightly. His jeans were well worn, comfortable, but still restrictive when he started to get aroused.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 02:03 am UTC (link)

"It's not so bad, I'm used to it. I am glad you came back, though." She smiled and flipped her hair, humming as she moved the finished product onto a cooler skillet, moving to the counter next to the stove, closer to him.

She heard his words, and turned to face him, feigning being startled. "Eliot, are you trying to flirt?" As she turned, she knocked her rag off of the cabinet, and she sighed, turning to pick it back up. She bent from the waist, which was utterly on purpose, ignoring the ride of her skirt. She stood back up and moved to add salt and pepper to the food, trying to act as normally as possible.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 02:22 am UTC (link)

"I don't flirt," Eliot said, though his voice lacked any real conviction. He stretched and slid his jacket off, and tossed it onto another chair. The jacket hit the floor, but Eliot didn't notice, because it was at that moment that Candy dropped the rag and bent down to get it. he knew good and well that she did it on purpose, but he wasn't about to call her out on it. Especially when she bent fully, and he could see clearly that she wasn't wearing anything underneath that skirt.

He felt suddenly very over dressed, but to do anything about it at the moment would be awkward. He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor, a few inches apart. His tongue practically fell out of his mouth, and he made that sound, deep in his throat, rumbling with lust and raw need.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 02:32 am UTC (link)

"Of course you don't," she murmured. When all but growled at her, she'd been tiptoeing up to get the pepper. It stopped her dead in her traps, and she couldn't help but lick her lips and turn to him. "Oh, to hell with breakfast," she muttered, crossing the room and tugging his hair back to kiss him hard, whimpering with want.

If pressed, she'd admit that she missed him. She'd slept poorly all night, even when she'd turned and used his pillow. She normally slept poorly - she was scared to go to the Dreaming, if only because she didn't want to see Morpheus or anyone who cared for him - but somehow Eliot soothed that fear. She'd spent most of the night tossing and turning, and had eventually taken something to help her sleep dreamlessly.

None of that was on her mind at that exact moment. She tugged his shirt roughly over his head, straddling him in his seat, letting her hips just barely touch his before rocking them slowly.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 02:48 am UTC (link)

"I hate cold eggs," Eliot growled out. He didn't care at all about the eggs. The eggs were a distant memory, though he did check to make sure the knob on the stove was turned to off. He had just enough awareness to make sure the house didn't burn down around them.

He threw his arms up over his head, to let her tug his T-shirt off. As soon as it was off, his hands were tugging at the buttons on her blouse, pulling it loose where she'd tied it off. He didn't bother to slide it off her, his hands were more interested in handling her breasts once they were accessible to him.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 02:59 am UTC (link)

"I'll make you more later." She helped him with the rest of her shirt, shrugging the rest of the way out of it, letting it hit the floor. Once done, her hands moved down to his jeans to unbutton the fly.

Then she realized they were in the kitchen, and weren't likely to have condoms. "Fuck," she whimpered, standing up and turning away from him. She all but jogged to the bathroom, returning with two in hand. Instead of kissing him again, she dropped to her knees in front of him, smiling. "Sorry, should've planned on that."

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 03:20 am UTC (link)

"Might want to think about something more permanent," Eliot suggested as she came back and knelt in front of him. He'd kicked his shoes off, his jeans and his boxers. He still wore his socks just because he hadn't bothered to bend down enough to pull them off.

"I mean, you know. For convenience." He liked that she was still wearing her skirt. Something about that made it all that much more erotic, despite the hiccup when she'd gone to get condoms. It didn't escape his notice that she'd brought two.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 03:27 am UTC (link)

"Have an appointment next week," she grinned, helping him with his socks before placing a kiss to his hip. She tried not to let her heart hammer when she realized that he'd said the word permanent. She shivered a little, thinking about being able to not have to worry about condoms. But there was little point in daydreaming when he was erect right in front of her.

She set the condoms on the table, turning her focus to him. She trailed her fingertips over his length before letting her lips do the same. She was acutely aware she was still in her skirt, and she curled her toes in her kneesocks. One of her hands trailed down his leg, pushing her skirt up and moving between her own legs. She couldn't help it, she'd been thinking of exactly this moment since she'd gotten home the night prior. With a whimper, she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, looking up to meet his eyes.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 03:53 am UTC (link)

He shifted, hooking both feet around the legs of the chair to ground him where he sat. His hands reached down to finger her hair, just to touch her. He moaned, and his eyes fluttered.

It was on his tongue to ask her if she wanted him to go with her to the appointment, but he couldn't find the words to say it. Before he could figure it out, her mouth was on his cock, and he had no words left to say, anyway.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 04:07 am UTC (link)

Candy moved slowly, wanting to savor the moment. She descended slowly, trying hard to focus on her own pleasure as well as his. She was still working her fingers carefully between her legs while she bobbed her head carefully along his length, free hand stroking what she couldn't reach.

She knew it wouldn't always be this way - the girls were gone, so they wouldn't usually be this free, but for now it was blissful to just be able to do what she wanted, where she wanted. Right then she wanted to make him growl again. The noise sent shivers down her spine that went straight between her legs, sending heat along her spine. They were addictive.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 04:56 am UTC (link)

Most of the time, the growl wasn't even a conscious thing. He didn't know he did it. Sometimes he did it deliberately, because he knew what effect it could have. Sometimes it was a reaction, to things like realising Candy was fingering herself at the same time she was going down on him.

The chair confined his movements somewhat, but he threw his arms back and over his head, gripping the back of the chair. Pleasure raced through him, white hot and burning up and down his spine, curling in his gut, right to his very core. He gasped and growled, alternately, as his hips spasmed against her.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 05:12 am UTC (link)

His hips moving seemed like a very good sign, and she moved off of him. She didn't want him to finish just yet, not when she had been thinking about him for a day. Normally she didn't find herself with such a raging libido, but he seemed to bring it out in her. It wasn't exactly a burden.

Reaching up, she took a condom off of the table, tearing the packet open and rolling it onto him as quickly as she was able. She was looking forward to when they'd be able to forego condoms in a few weeks. Moving to her feet, she hitched her skirt around her waist, straddling Elliot and wrapping an arm around his neck, kissing him so hard she could feel blood plumping her lips. She rocked her hips against him impatiently, breaking the kiss to whimper his name. It was nice to not have her hair in her face, and the pigtails did keep it off of her neck.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 05:23 am UTC (link)

He hadn't washed his hair for two days, and after being on the bike and sleeping outside and everything, it was a mess. It hung in ringlets around his face, and though he put a hand through it, it fell right back where it was.

He adjusted his posture as Candy moved into his lap. The skirt tickled his thighs, and he growled that growl in response. He kissed her just as hard as she kissed him, and the force of it had his eyes fluttering.

One of his hands drifted to the back of her neck, fingers scritching at her hair, where it broke off into the pony tails. His other hand dropped to the point of their bodies joined together, to feel the friction of the movement.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 05:30 am UTC (link)

She broke the kiss to breathe, arching her back and shivering. Huffing a chuckle when she saw his hair, she took a beam of light and tied his hair back. Once it was away from his face, she kissed his neck, his shoulders, whimpering and settling a bit more heavily on him, trying to coax him deeper. She liked him best when it felt like he was going to tear her open; it made the rush deeper, and left her with a reminder hours later that he'd been there.

Feeling his hand in her hair, she wondered how to get him to be just a bit rougher with her, and figured she'd go the direct route. "Pull?" She butted her head into his hands like a cat, shivering as she moved her hips deliberately slowly.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 05:36 am UTC (link)

There was something wholly and unexpectedly erotic in her tying his hair back like that, at the same time her hips moved against him and his erection filled her. He wasn't quite so stiff as he'd been before, and at her request, he took a firm grip and pulled at her haor.

"You've been a naughty girl." he purred, his voice even lower and more gravelly than usual. She was supposed to be a school girl, he'd failed to really utilize that fact. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He couldn't threaten spanking as a punishment, not with both of them having such a volatile history of abuse, but he was certain they could come up with something else.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 05:43 am UTC (link)

Being able to see his eyes made her smile for a moment, up until he tugged her hair. She gasped loudly, still moving against him, trying to move as close to him as possible.

When he spoke, she blinked hard, whimpering. She'd been unaware until just that moment that she'd find his verbal assertion of dominance quite so hot. But his voice was pitched low, and she found herself almost dizzy with arousal. If she hadn't been mostly sitting, she would've gone weak kneed and wobbly, and she was sure he'd be able to tell that she'd gotten far wetter. "I don't - I'm sorry," she murmured demurely, trying to duck her head.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 05:49 am UTC (link)

"Sorry? You're sorry? That's the best you can do?" He focused on one of the pony tails and gave it a firm tug, meant to bring her head up and force her to look at him.

His hand drifted down to her breast, which he handled roughly with particular attention to the nipple. His other hand rubbed at her clit, firm, deliberate circles. He didn't have much control over the depth of his penetration given his position, but he didn't think she was minding so much.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 06:20 am UTC (link)

The tug made her eyes water, but she knew he'd be able to tell from the way she was grinding against him, from the way her skin was flushed, that she was in no way upset. "I - please, forgive me, I won't do it again, I swear - " Her words were cut off when his rough treatment of her nipple made her yelp in pleasure, visibly shivering. "Please, Eliot, do whatever you want if you just go harder, please?" She bit her lip, blushing brightly, feeling more exposed and aroused than she'd ever been. As intimate as they'd gotten, this proved she trusted him more than anyone.

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thatswhatido
2010-06-01 01:42 pm UTC (link)

His leg could barely hold his weight; he knew he couldn't lift her up to move her, and yet that was exactly what he did. He pushed himself to the edge of the chair, holding her to him. The motion stopped his hips and she had to slow her motion as well. He stood, and then went down to the floor deliberately. He stretched over her, to pull as much of their clothing as he could reach, to put under her head.

He bit his bottom lip, then, and started to move. The new angle gave him a new depth after sitting in the chair. He grunted and growled, somehow at the same time, as his hips worked to establish his rhythm, and rebuild the mounting pleasure.

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toitshour
2010-06-01 05:37 pm UTC (link)

The movement startled her, and she gasped in surprise. Her first instinct was to worry about his leg, but he wasn't showing any signs of pain. She appreciated his trying to make her an impromptu pillow with their clothes. The new angle made her cry out, reaching out to wrap him an arm around his neck. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to taste him.

Crying out his name felt only natural, and she couldn't help but look up at him, studying the lines around his eyes and trying to memorize him in that exact moment.

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	thatswhatido 2010-06-01 11:09 pm UTC (link)
	It took a moment, a few thrusts, to get his rhythm going, but all in all it didn't take too long. He worked the angle to drive his cock deep, to penetrate as fully as possible. His eyes shut, then opened. He caught her gaze, and his eyes locked on hers. His tongue parted his lips, and he growled low and deep and rumbly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)