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Beware Danny Lubbe. (ohthataintright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-20 14:02:00

Who: Danny Lubbe & Stephanie Brown
What: Danny tries not to give spoilers to Spoiler
When: 1/4
Where: Steph’s Condo
Rating: High
Status: Complete



The day had been pretty interesting. It had started off normal enough, slept in a little, made breakfast for her and mom, tidied the condo a little before hopping on her bike and heading off to Stark Manor to train with Damian. She hadn’t pushed him nearly as much as she had wanted to about their shared dream world, but they had a good start when it came to her training. She returned home sore and sweaty and had dealt with that by jumping in the shower. After that and a light meal she fell asleep on the couch and had the dreams about her father and Batman and Robin and Spoiler, only to fall off the couch and come face to face with what had arrived when she got up. It was all neatly arrayed on the chair next to the couch, the costume, the belts, the shoes, the rest of her gear, some of it she didn’t recognize. She was blown away and yet a little anxious at the same time, worried that her mother would ask her questions she just couldn’t answer for now. She scooped everything into her arms and carefully ran to her bedroom, disappearing into it until her mother left for work.

When she had the place she reemerged, not fully costumed. She had managed to get the eggplant catsuit on without trouble but hadn’t put on anything else, it slung over her arm as she carried her laptop downstairs to the kitchen with her, unlocking the front door along the way and dropping it all off at the island counter. She wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t put it on in one go, it wasn’t like she’d need Danny’s help to get it on, but there was something to be said about him being there to see it first, and maybe she wanted some sort of baseline reaction before she decided how to react to it. It was kinda cool being Spoiler in the dream world, or whatever it was, but she wasn’t entirely sure what it was in the real world. Unsure thoughts led her to crave something she was sure of, a peanut butter and banana sandwich, she had always liked those and hadn’t had one in what felt like ages.

She was halfway through making the first one when she heard the door, “It’s open!”

Hey, not like even a locked door was gonna stop Danny, particularly when Steph was on the other side of it. He shouldered his way in, photo that had just shown up at Christmas jammed in his back pocket. “Hey Sparkles,” he said as he toed off his shoes by the door and ditched his coat in a pile on top of them. “I brought you some apparently super spicy peppers. Thought that might-” Danny came into the kitchen finally and got a good look at her. “Cheer you up.”

He just stared for a long moment. That was his girlfriend making him possibly the best sandwich known to mankind with...well...fuck, right. There was no way he could not see her like that and not be incredibly turned on. He glanced around the kitchen just to be sure that there wasn’t any wine (cheap or otherwise) lying around or or fuck anything. Anything at all that might indicate that she’d just given up on feeling upset and decided to be drunk Steph again. Nope. There were no signs of that. Before she could interpret his staring negatively, he met her eyes. “You are really fucking gorgeous, you know that? Fuck. If dream you’s fighting crime in that sign me up for an ass kicking.” Comic books totally didn’t do the Spoiler outfit justice. Like Batgirl was hot. Real hot. He was absolutely damn sure that Spoiler just got hotter and that was plus creepy mask and cowl. “That was sexist wasn’t it?” he said, looking nervously down at his pants. “Shit. Shit sorry. You’re just...can I say you have an amazing ass? Is that okay? And that I never expected to actually be that guy who’s turned on by a costume but I really, really am.”

If Stephanie had any doubts that she loved Danny Lubbe they were completely gone by the time he finished. She had been thrilled when he suggested he come over, nothing lifted her mood like he did, but she couldn’t have anticipated his reaction. It was wonderful and perfect and so very Danny. She was even blushing and had to lean against the counter on her elbow and cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from saying anything or laughing until he had gone quiet again. “Unless when I take this off it’s the costume you take to bed instead of me I think you can still claim to be a guy who isn’t turned on by a costume.”

She pushed herself to stand upright and finish making the sandwich, the little twitch in her beaming smile saying she was trying not to laugh. “I think it’s only sexist if you say something about the fact that I’m a woman, in a kitchen, making you a sandwich. Saying I look great in a eggplant catsuit is just telling the truth.” She actually hadn’t been making it for him but it was going to be his now, she didn’t mind.

“Now come here you.” she told him, coming around the counter to wrap her arms around his neck and share a sweet, loving kiss with him. Touching him felt like she was finally able to exhale after holding her breath so long because of the dreams, every muscle that had been tense and sore after training with Damian just seemed to relax. She was totally going to have to keep Danny around after her dreams if this was how easy he made her feel better. “Mm, hi. And thank you for the peppers.”

Danny kissed her back slowly, smiling into it as he actually felt her relax in his arms. Holding her close like that felt...like...okay it was perfect and it was also probably very obvious confirmation to what the outfit was really doing to him. “You’re welcome,” he said against her lips. He took another kiss because he could and because, “it’s what people do for other people that they love a whole lot.” Nice things. Like buy them ghost peppers and get really intense boners when they were suddenly wearing skin tight clothing. Fuck. He’d never jerked off to a comic book before but he had a feeling that was about to change.

Right before he hid them from her completely the next time he cleaned his room. He pushed her hair back a little, looking at her in the way that only someone who was completely in love with the person in front of him could do. “Besides, you’re my Stephie Sparkles.” And she shone for him.

She blushed even deeper than before and turned her face away, “Dammit, Danny, you’re gonna break my face if you keep talking like that. I’m already starting to develop a permanent blush, which saves money on make-up, sure, but my cheeks will always feel like they’re burning up.” But if that was going to be the price she had to pay to stay as happy as Danny always made her she was more than willing to deal with it. She was starting to feel that she could deal with anything and everything thrown at her now because he was totally worth any trouble. Even porn, as much as it hurt, she could put up with it.

“Do you think,” she stole a quick peck before she continued. “Do you think you can contain yourself long enough to eat something and watch me put on the rest of it, or do you absolutely need to show me how much you approve of me wearing skin-tight catsuits?” She of course wanted to see the rest of the costume, but there was hardly ever anything better than being with Danny when he was that eager.

Danny whined, looking first at her and then over at the sandwich she had been making. His favourite sandwich and a full, probably totally accurate comic costume or dragging her to bed to fuck the hell out of her right away. It was a really, really tough decision. Really tough. He looked back at her. “Did the outfit come with handcuffs?” he asked. Mildly kinky sex would definitely be the tipping point here.

“Uh, no. Not even any zip ties.” It did seem rather odd to her that she was apparently supposed to be some superhero or whatever and her gear didn’t include anything to restrain a bad guy beyond hoping that what she did have would knock them out long enough for the cops to show up. If she was able she was totally going to bug Batman for some batcuffs or something, maybe she would just go out and buy a case of zip ties later. “Might be able to use the grappling hook for a rope if you were really desperate.”

“Grappling hook. Hotter,” Danny said, forcing himself away from her. “Go on and finished getting dressed, gorgeous.” And if he swatted her ass a bit while he moved in the direction of a sandwich he wasn’t gonna be able to enjoy properly because...well obvious, he didn’t think anyone could really blame him.

“Only as long as you don’t expect me to swing around on it, it is.” She hadn’t tested it in the real world yet, the dream version of herself seemed strangely at ease with using it, at ease enough to make Steph pretty sure that if she tried it here without a great deal of practice she would fall on her face. But then again she had managed to tackle Mr. ‘I was trained by assassins’ to the ground that day, so maybe she was underestimating herself. In any case with Danny around there was always something more fun she could be doing than swinging on a rope.

She grabbed the boots first. Black, midcalf, no heel to speak of and likely had fantastic traction. She had fallen in love with them as soon as she saw them and was already planning to wear them even without the rest of the costume. Next came the thigh belt which she also loved but knew she wouldn’t be able to get away with in her street clothes. Then there was the belt and the over the shoulder strap that went on easy, and then the gloves which she liked more than she would let on. This at last was followed by the cloak and under hood that she pulled on but didn’t put up just yet, instead pausing to put her hair up. When she had seen the hood she knew her hair would be an issue so she grabbed a ponytail holder and added it to her gear when she brought it down. She got her hair into a messy bun at the back of her neck and glanced over at him. “Not sure what to think of the hood mask thing, how am I even going to see out of it?”

Soon enough she had pulled the black hood over her face and once it was settled pulled the eggplant one up as well. There wasn’t a mirror close at hand so she simply looked down at herself and then over to him, not that he could probably tell in what direction her eyes were actually pointed. “It’s surprisingly warm in here.”

“Should be a breathable fabric which means you should be able to see through it.” But yeah, he couldn’t tell where she was actually looking. Generally, yeah...kinda. He hoped. He’d inhaled half of the sandwich and left the other there just incase she hadn’t actually been making it for him at all.

“The mask is creepy,” he said finally. “Rest of it’s still pretty hot but the whole not being able to see most of your face thing is super fucking creepy.” She seemed to like honesty from him, and lying was just a dick move in general anyway.

“Well, that’s kinda the idea, right? I mean, I put it on to tail dad and he’s pretty familiar with what I look like, hell, sometimes it was almost like looking in a genderbent mirror whenever we would see each other. Also, easier to keep a secret identity when no one can see your face. Not that it stopped that Robin kid from finding out who I was.” She did a little turn, loving how easy it was to move and the feeling of the cloak moving with her. “He cheated though, knocked me down and ripped the hood off, thus the whole hitting him with a brick thing. He deserved it. Surprised he’s in that picture I got after that though, Damian sorta said he was the same Tim Drake just with a different, really silly looking costume.”

She pushed the eggplant hood off and pulled down the black mesh. It was cool, sure, but she’d rather not be creepy looking around Danny, not when he was telling her how hot she looked. “The awkward blonde chick with the creepy costume, you can kinda see why I went with Spoiler, right?”

“Mmm, totally useful for fighting crime, yeah. Absolutely. Also pretty badass.” Just kinda creepy. Well, there went his shameful plans for later. “I’m sure he did deserve it. Tim Drake. Sounds like a douchebag’s name. Blah blah blah look at me I’m...a boy duck.” Okay, Danny’s insults really needed work. And there was a Superboy joke just at the tip of his tongue that he absolutely could not make.

He pulled her close and kissed her again. “I like you better with the hood off. You’re you. You is definitely my favourite version of Stephie.”

She quite happily kissed him back, gloved hands coming to rest on his chest in front of her. They were nice, but she couldn’t feel him through them so they would have to come off and soon. “Oh god, I kinda hope I run across him again and he quacks. He’s already using a bird name, and apparently a burger joint name, you know ‘Red Robin… Yum!’. I don’t see why he doesn’t just embrace the duck and be like Mallard or whatever. Though I guess my name is Brown and I’m wearing eggplant, but I figure I’ve got that covered here by working for UPS.”

Those gloves finally did come off and she tossed them over to the counter before bringing her hands to rest on his upper arms. “Oh man, feeling butterflies and tingles and all that good stuff now. It’s really not fair that you can do that to me with just a few words. But words are totally important and wonderful and meaningful. Words like,” she met his eyes again, biting the inside of her lower lip for a moment before letting out an awkward chuckle. “Okay, so maybe trying to say this when I’m dressed like this makes me feel really silly. I’m sorry.”

“Mmm, how about we go upstairs and you can show me exactly what Brown can do for me?” he teased. She started the UPS joke. He couldn’t be blamed for finishing it. Another kiss and he whispered against her lips. “There’s no pressure, you know that.” His fingers brushed over her cheek, down her neck to more of the catsuit. “When you’re ready.” Even if that was never. Danny didn’t think never was really an option here, but he’d still be okay if it was. Probably.

But of course, he was an eighteen year old boy and very good at distracting away from any topics that might be at hand. Particularly when he could run his fingers over her breasts and let his hand slide lower, using the tightness of the suit to his advantage. “Are you even wearing anything under there?” If she wasn’t interested in his hand between her legs, she had about six inches and counting to stop him.

As if she had any desire to stop him, though he might have been disappointed to learn that while it looked thin the suit was actually pretty decently insulated. That meant she wasn’t getting the full feelings of his hand on her, it was enough to excite her though and she was more than happy to let him play with her while she wore it if he wanted. “Well, you could always help me peel this thing off and see if I am.”

She was wearing her under things, of course, but she figured that by the time he got down to them he really wouldn’t care. After all, they could be taken off just as easily as anything else she wore. She hadn’t found a thing yet that could keep Danny from her bare skin if he wanted it and she was absolutely thrilled.

She kissed him again, it was tender and now more than a little hungry thanks to his hands and that tone in his voice. It ended relatively quickly though, there was clearly something she wanted to say and she kissed her way across his skin from his lips to his ear so she could whisper it to him. “I love you, Danny.”

“Mmm, you just said the secret codeword,” he murmured against her neck, smiling broadly enough to make his eyes crinkle no matter that she couldn’t see. He picked her up without preamble, doing his best fireman carry to get her up the stairs and to her room. Anything to avoid her mom somehow randomly walking in on this, of course. Anything. It was bad enough to know that was kind of an inevitability with his dad. Somehow. He could really see it happening.

The noise she made when he picked her up wasn’t quite a squeal but instead some utter delighted high-pitched squeak. She really didn’t know how she had managed to get along without Danny but now she couldn’t see herself ever letting him go, even if he was going to start carrying her about. She almost suggested she should be the one to carry him, after all she was the caped vigilante-come superhero, but she hadn’t actually done any strength training. If she had tried to pick him up they likely wouldn’t have gotten far no matter that Danny was slim and she was maybe a little stronger than average. This was also a little more romantic as he didn’t seem to be straining at all. But she hadn’t been idle in his arms, she was already pulling off her cloak and cowl and let it fall to the floor. “Ooh, do I get a prize?” she asked, beaming as they entered her room. “I can think of a few things I’d like to win.”

“You win a whole prize package,” Danny said triumphantly dropping her on the bed. “First an all inclusive round trip from your bed to mine and back again where you’ll go on such thrilling adventures as The Absolutely Filthy Things I’ve Learned How To Do With My Mouth Since I Started Dating You and Hey Let’s Try Not To Get Arrested Fucking Somewhere We Shouldn’t Be.” He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, moving quickly to deal with his pants as well.

“But that’s not all, Stephie Sparkles.” He grinned cheekily at her. “Because this scrawny Canadian prize package is good for absolutely as long as you’ll have me.”

“Hot damn!” She was already kicking her boots off sending them flying across the room and they were followed shortly after by her belts and shoulder straps. If she was going to improve on the Spoiler suit it would be maybe a zipper or some sort of removable fabric panel for just these sorts of occasions. She might have been training to go out and continue her life of crime fighting but she got the feeling she’d be wearing it more often to get his attention. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

He really did and Steph, even with memories of another life and an even shittier father fresh in her head, couldn’t think of a time that she had ever been happier than she had been over these past few weeks with him. “Not scrawny where it counts though.” she grinned back, hands moving to the back of her neck where she undid a button and then pulled down a zipper, showing for a brief moment that her shoulders were double jointed until she had it all the way down. The rest of it was simply pulling it off which came easy and soon joined the pile that was most of her costume on the floor across the room. This left her in a pair of plain boyshorts and a bra, but they went untouched as she leaned back on the bed to watch him. “Does this mean when my handcuffs come I can keep you chained up here?” She nodded to the bed. “Because I could get really used to that.”

“I’ll check the fine print,” he said, shutting the door before he shimmied out of his briefs. “Totally scrawny everywhere.” He joined her on the bed, straddling her as he kissed and nipped his way down her body. “Flattest ass known to mankind. You can look it up. Guinness record and everything.” He tugged sharply at her boyshorts, getting them down and off as quickly as possible.

“Didn’t we talk about doing something fun with your grappling hook since you don’t have your handcuffs yet.” Which was dumb, but handcuffs would be way better than zipties. Not uh...not that Danny had any experience with that. Nope. Not that or being arrested in general.

“Hush, I love your ass.” She lifted her hips, letting him slide them off easily as she turned her attention to her bra. She didn’t fiddle with it, she just wasn’t in the mood, so she simply pulled it up and then off and over her head. Maybe not the sexiest way to do it, but she had forgotten to put on one of her usual front clasps and even she had to admit to occasional trouble getting the damn things on and off. “It’s an amazing ass. And I could still get a handful if I wanted.”

She pulled her hair down, notably lacking any sort of finesse simply because she was eager. She needed the distraction and she needed Danny most of all. “Non burning rope,” she nodded toward the pile, slipping her fingers through his hair as she could no longer resist it. “Do you know anything about knots? Because I sure don’t.”

“You have rope on fire and you just left it?” Danny asked, looking at her more than a little bothered. Whatever. It had to be some weird Bat thing. Like shark repellant. Fuck. Now he really wanted to watch that movie and he couldn’t. Digging through the pile, he came up with the grappling hook. “Mmk, you are gonna pay attention,” he said as he kissed her, “or you’re not. Either way, we’ll have a rope tying lesson at some point. For now, I can’t actually believe that I’m going to tie myself up.” Not that it stopped him. He sat at the head of her bed, working an intricate series of slipknots that he could get into easily when the time came and would keep the actual pointy bits of the hook out of the way. Shit looked dangerous.

“No, I mean it won’t give you rope burns or whatever.” which was good to know even if she was going to swing around on it with her gloves on. Of course she didn’t expect Danny to try to test this in a less than conventional way. Not that she was going to complain though, not after the kiss he gave her and how eager he seemed to tie himself down. It was new for her, every other guy she had been with had been all about being dominant in bed, and if anyone was getting tied up or held down it would be her. It was a nice change and she figured she could get used to it. Maybe she would have to stop in to that sex shop she passed on her way home from class everyday and pick up something less dangerous than the rope and probably less painful than the zip ties. Those were thoughts for another time though. “I’m so happy I went with the open iron work headboard,” since he was focused on his knots she left the lips she normally would have kissed alone and instead focused on kissing her way slowly down his chest and stomach, stopping over his navel to look up at him with a wolfish smile and speak again. “The solid cherry wouldn’t have been nearly as handy.”

“I could’ve figured,” he groaned, arching up to try to get more contact, “something out.” He really could have. He finished his fancy knotwork and got his hands in them, tugging down at just the right angle to get them comfortably secure. Hey, he might not have known much in the way of school shit, but he had a whole library of practical knowledge.

He was about to ask her if she was okay with this, or like if she’d rather be the one tied down. Like that was what her hint had been about the whole not knowing anything about knots, but that look on her face totally erased any questions from his mind. Judging from observation, she was absolutely cool with all of this. “Do you know how fucking hot you are when you look at me like that?”

“Mhm, what look?” that smile grew bigger before she returned to her light kisses across his skin. She had no doubts that Danny could have managed, he was brilliant and resourceful in ways most never seemed to realize. Even she had only found out through close observation, and she could only hope that no one else was observing him in the intimate ways she was. She paused again when she reached his cock, running delicate caresses over it at first before she rubbed the side of her cheek against it. “I’m afraid I don’t know this look.”

This was all Danny’s influence really. She had been interested in sex before, sure, and liked to think she wasn’t terrible but she stayed in her comfort zone. ‘Normal’ sex, mostly lie back and count the cracks in the ceiling stuff, but now it was different. She wanted to do naughty things with Danny, things she had never thought about doing before, and it wasn’t confined to when he was around either. More than once thoughts of things she wanted them to do to each other had struck her while she had been working, they usually forced her to head into the walk-in freezer and stay there until she calmed again. The more intense times she ran off to the bathroom and tended to things on her own, she would have to tell him about those times at some point, but for the moment she was busy with other things. She had turned her head, rubbing the other cheek against him before kissing up and down the length of him, taking her time and keeping her lips feather-light on his skin. She looked up at him again, eyes shining as she whispered, “Maybe next time I’ll get us a mirror.”

Danny whined, regretting the ropes almost immediately. He really, really wanted to touch her. This was not fair. He’d done this to himself and it was so not fair. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, squirming a little, aching for more. “Kinda...kinda looks like what I think I look like when I’m about to fuck some shit up.” He didn’t have a close enough analogy to hand. Well, he did, but ‘fuck some shit up’ was going to have to stand in for ‘ruin my dad’s day.’ Like hell was he bringing his dad up in bed.

“Did you teach yourself how to tease like this?” he asked, desperate for anything she’d give him. “Because you’re really good at it.” Awkward tied up compliments by Danny. He’ll be here all week...probably.

“I’m sure it’s hotter on you.” She said before pressing a kiss to the tip before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could handle. If she could manage it she would definitely do her best to convince him to stay the week and as far off into the future as they could stand one another. She let out a low hum, her mouth and lips vibrating around him as she pulled back agonizingly slowly, her tongue taking the time to lightly tease him until she had pulled back all the way.

“Benefit of being with an older woman,” she smirked again, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as she decided to tease him in a different way. She moved up, coming to straddle his hips, easing back until she could feel him against her backside, turning her attention to his handsome face and stunning lips. “We’ve had a little more time to come up with ways to tease.” Steph kissed him once she finished the last word, it as slow and nearly as teasing as her lips around his cock had been.

Danny was about to argue with her, but there was absolutely nothing good that could come of arguing with someone who currently had your dick in her mouth. He practically whined as she pulled away, definitely did when she moved positions. Arguing. Right. He was going to argue. Right after he finished kissing her and worked out the exact right angle to roll his hips. His fingers flexed, wanting badly to touch her. He’d gotten himself into this position. He’d absolutely deal with the consequences.

“Not complaining,” he said once the kiss broke. It wasn’t like she was just going to leave him aching for more forever. That’d just be mean. “But the look is definitely hotter on you. I mean if you could see you through my eyes, I don’t know how you’d ever keep your hands off yourself.”

“Maybe,” she nipped lightly at his lips. She really didn’t have it in her to be mean, not when he looked as delectable as he did in that moment, but she could tease him and make him think she was going to be mean. Something about dreaming of being Spoiler made her more confident and playful, like even if she was feeling a little guilty over that close call she had with her father she was finally, at least in her own mind, a force to be reckoned with. Danny may have brought out the ‘dirty’ side of her, but Spoiler kept it going. “But you oughta see my view, handsome.”

She moved her lips to his neck, kissing and nipping her way down as her hands took advantage of so much of his exposed skin, fingers splaying up and down his sides. “I was never into any sort of tying up, but you all bound and and wanting like this,” She paused, lips moving to his ear as her hands stopped. “It does things to me.” she whispered, then lightly scraped her teeth over his earlobe.

So there was this thing that Danny had in his contract that said he wasn’t ever getting tied up. He never, ever expected to like this as much as he was, never expected to trust someone enough to do this with him and not royally screw him over in the worst way possible. “You’re the only one who gets me like this,” he murmured, half whimpered really. He thought about arching up, aching for more than he was getting, but no. He wanted to show her that he could be patient and wait and do exactly what she wanted him to do when she wanted him to do it. He could totally be the best boyfriend ever.

That was enough to make her stop everything. Even breathing, though that returned when the urge to blink became too much for her to fight, though when it did her breath came out in a surprised huff. She didn’t like to think of herself as possessive or jealous, and she really couldn’t be given what he was doing for a living, well she could but she valued her sanity too much to let herself worry over what happened when she wasn’t there. But she still called Danny hers, he was the first man to come into her life that was genuine and didn’t lie or try to use or hit her, and perhaps that made her want to hang onto him even harder. As far as she was concerned they belonged to each other, or rather with each other, and it meant so much to her that they could have one more thing he didn’t have to share with his work.

Her hands left his sides, moving to caress and cup his cheeks as her eyes searched his face for a moment before she broke into a sweet smile. “God, I love you.” she had almost questioned him about it, but decided against it. She believed him and didn’t think either of them would really appreciate having a discussion about it in that moment. She couldn’t resist those lips any longer, claiming them with her own before pulling back while her arms had made their way from his cheeks to his shoulders and eventually up his arms until she felt the rope under her fingertips. “I don’t know if I can go on teasing you now. Do you want me to untie you?”

Danny kissed her back slowly, actually whining when she pulled away from it. “No no, more kisses, no stopping that.” Just as easily as he’d gotten himself tied up, he got himself untied, hands skimming down her soft skin before pulling her into a slow, luxurious kiss. “Chocolate strawberry waffles and peanut butter and banana,” he murmured between kisses. Two things that perfectly described them. He was pretty sure they’d taste great together too.

“That’s what I’ve decided we’re having at our wedding when we’re actually responsible adults and weddings are a good idea.” More realistically, once Danny finally graduated high school and they got slightly more responsible. They probably wouldn’t ever fully manage it, not with Danny in the equation.

“Oh?” she giggled softly before stealing another of his kisses. “Are we already planning then? And you want a real wedding, huh? Not one of those Vegas drive-thru deals? Good to know.” After kissing him again, a kiss which she was clearly reluctant to pull away from given how her breath hitched and her teeth dragged across his bottom lip, she got up on her knees and backed up a little until she didn’t have to reach behind behind her to take his erection in hand. Maybe she wasn’t really beyond teasing him, but this was more about enjoying the feel of him in her hand.

“I don’t know if we’re ever gonna get to that adult part though.” Her strokes were slow at first, but steadily grew faster. “Unless that’s code for ‘I want male strippers at the wedding’, which I think I could go for.”

“We are getting a real wedding,” Danny said, rolling her over playfully. “Vegas is for porn conventions and Elvis impersonators. Canadians aren’t allowed there for any other reason because we are culturally obligated to shun Celine Dion.” He dropped kisses along the column of her neck, teasing as best he could even though he was practically aching to be inside her. “Let’s just focus on the responsible part and I’ll let you try to sell me on the male strippers later or maybe a joint stag night.”

“Hey,” Steph started breathlessly, positively beaming when he rolled them over and kissed at her throat. She loved his lips there, hell she loved his lips anywhere, but on her neck made her toes curl and one of her arms to wrap tight around his neck. She leaned her head back, almost begging him to keep going with more access to her skin. Her hand between them eventually stopped, she lined him up at her entrance and then withdrew her hand to join the other as she wrapped her thighs around his much narrower hips. “I’m pretty responsible, and if you think about it, you have the adult part covered. Working in the Adult entertainment industry totally counts.” A soft moan escaped her lips and she quickly bit the inside of her lower one to stifle any more for the time being. “See, we’re perfect.”

That hint was very enthusiastically taken, and he pressed oh so slowly into her. “Okay, no more wedding talk or you’re getting the most unromantic proposal ever or we’re probably going to get drunk and do something possibly stupid in Vegas.” That...that was actually a real risk. Suddenly married by Elvis. Ah well, there were worse ways to go. He sealed his mouth over hers, partially to keep either of them from talking, but mostly because kissing her was the actual best as he started his hips moving. Slow wasn’t going to last long, but hell if he wasn’t trying.

His lips were so much better than talking, though with his push into her she lost all interest in talking. She was focused on kissing him now anyway, kissing not biting though she was sorely tempted to bite him. His lips were perfect and just begging for it, but she managed to control herself, instead her thighs tightened around him and moved up until she was sure her knees were just below his arm pits. Steph couldn’t explain her desire to bite him, maybe she wanted to mark him even though she knew she wasn’t allowed, maybe he was too damn delectable for his own good, she wasn’t sure but it wasn’t something that was going to be put off for long. She gasped and groaned into his mouth, a hand coming up to curl in his hair, hoping it would take the edge off that urge to sink her teeth into him.

Danny shifted his weight, propping himself up on one arm so he could reach between her legs with the other. No way was he going to do anything but make sure she got off before he did. It was rude. He bit his way down her neck, intent on sucking up all the marks on her that she couldn’t reciprocate. A few more months and she could do whatever she wanted to him. A few more months and his porn career would be as short lived as Danny had intended it to be in the first place.

He thrust as well as he could into her, a bit more rough and claiming than he usually was. She was his as much as he was hers. Together, he was sure they could handle anything.