[Arching against him with the barest touch to the small of her back she realises it has been far too long since she last acted on such impulse - a damned shame, when she has such an affinity for contact. When pickings are as slim as theirs it's rare to connect favourably.
Evelyn laughs and their breath mingles, fingers twisting in his hair as he releases hers to straighten it out some. The sensation makes her scalp prickle.]
Mmh. Don't want to disappoint him.
[Very much basking in this new admiration Evelyn doesn't dare interrupt, hands slipping down Dan's chest to curl a fresh grip around his belt. Evelyn allows herself few vanities out here, and this is one of them: with his contemplative examination of her curls she remarks,]
That an invitation? [Not that he doesn't appreciate it now. There's a certain lack of long hair styles out in the wastes and for very practical reasons, but it just makes it all the more novel.
It's with a strange kind of gentle care that he draws a few curls forwards over her shoulders, a faint smile on his face. Hell, she's pretty.
Later. Talking could be for later. Dan pulls her close and kisses her again, urgently, wrapping an arm around her to fit her body against his. His free hand slips up under the shoulder of her jacket, sliding it off.]
Y've been drivin' me crazy fer days... [He admits, half muffled against her lips while he runs one hand down her arm.] Y're one hell of a woman.
[For days is a considerable chunk of time out of their working week, for days suggests that he's held a tight rein on control and contact, both of which could probably stand to be loosened. Not unlike her jacket, in fact, one shoulder and sleeve shrugged off while callused fingers run rough over her skin and the touch is electrifying as she hastily worms her other arm free.]
Flatterer, [she chides breathlessly, soaking in the compliments as though they were a rare and unexpected bath. There's something so effortlessly guileless about the mouth on hers and the sentiments that fall to her lips, she can't be cynical about the source.
Fumbling over the buttons of Dan's shirt - given that it's his last one it would be a shame to tear it open just to spend a later hour searching for all the little pieces to stitch back into place - Evelyn rucks it up out of his trousers and uses the fabric as a lead. The path is short and satisfying as she soon manoeuvres them to the nearest solid, vertical surface, her back pressed to the wall as she grins shamelessly against his mouth.]
Tell me what you want. [Thinking about it for days, he's got ideas and she's keen to hear them out. Evelyn's teeth catch his lower lip and tug lightly.] Tell me.
[She's making clear enough what she wants and right now he's happy enough just to go along for the ride. He'd never claim to be so special that he was able to supply enough blood to his brain and his dick at the same time to keep both operating at optimum efficiency. That doesn't, though, mean that he's too far gone for some light teasing.
He works on her clothes while she fumbles at his, pressing her close against the first vertical surface they come into contact with. Well, nothing was going to be happening on that fleabitten old couch.
Murmuring, he presses his lips to her neck.] But I'm not gonna spill it all that easily.
[Crowded against the wall and very pleased with the direction this job of theirs has taken Evelyn manages to liberate the last of his buttons before shoving his shirt off of his shoulders. His skin is a battlefield, pocked with craters and gouges left over from wildlife and raiders alike, and one she explores with her fingertips as the collar of her vest is pulled aside.
Dan's mouth is hot on her throat and she sighs in relief, tipping her head back obligingly to offer easier access. A breathy laugh accompanies-]
Fuck you.
[-and Evelyn grins at the ceiling, working the buckle of his belt free.]
[He couldn't have predicted the way that the curse coming out of her mouth would turn him on even more than she'd already managed to do so. He couldn't have predicted how 'fuck you' suddenly became the two most beautiful words in the English language when they were said in her voice.
He marks her throat roughly, below the line of her collar so she can hide it later, then pulls back to look at her with a challenge in his eyes.]
We can talk about that later.
[It's a mischievous promise as he goes about revealing more skin from her waist up, touching as much of her as he can get his hands on.]
[Arching into Dan's mouth and already straining on the tips of her toes in too-worn boots, she hisses through her teeth as his own scrape red and purple under her collarbone. Fingers grappling at a stubborn strip of leather Evelyn tugs his belt free just as he looks up, something marvelously serious in his eyes at the suggestion.
She just might take him up on it.]
Don't tempt me-
[she breathes, pushing away from the wall long enough to assist him in the removal of her shirt. Evelyn isn't so marked as Dan, but the telltale signs of desert life are similarly written into her skin, criss-crossing white and pink streaks and gouges. The deepest runs horizontally, across her stomach, grazed by his touch as it greedily seeks new territory.
Taking a fistful of his hair Evelyn directs his lips back to hers, slipping her free hand down the front of his trousers.]
Wasn't makin' an idle suggestion. [He teases in a low voice, fingers lingering over the deep scar on her stomach even as hers find the waist of his trousers and slide past it. His hips shift forwards, a breathless laugh passing his lips.
Cheeky.
Thumbs smoothing across her hips he lifts her higher up the wall, enough that he can dip his head down to kiss the top of her breast before he's at her lips again, hips pressed to her hand, all but keeping her arm pinned between them.]
[Crushed between the wall and Dan is as favourable a position as she might have ever surmised when he grinds against her hand, on one of her thighs, a slow and steady roll for the heated mouth on hers. Evelyn could have foreseen the wisdom in removing her boots early on as they now present a problem: the idea of getting her legs around him is less likely when she hasn't the patience to undress and she responds to his statement with a frustrated sound.
(She shouldn't complain, not when her fingers are wrapped around his cock and his tongue is in her mouth, but venues for screwing out in the wastes are consistently disappointing and she'd give anything for a mattress that wasn't infested with bed bugs the size of her fist.)]
Help me-
[-get my trousers off, is what she wants to say, but instead she pulls one of Dan's hands toward her belt insistently.]
[He hasn't been travelling with Evelyn for long enough to know her well, but he's been travelling with her for long enough to know that she'll tell him just what she wants and doesn't want out of a situation like this (or any situation, in fact). Her hand is distracting, but he hasn't lost enough blood from his brain yet to not be able to understand exactly what she wants from him right now.
Fumbling at her belt, he unfastens it with one hand while the other gathers in her hair and draws it to a light tension against her scalp as they kiss. He pulls the belt free and drops it, thumbing the button and zipper down to push his hand in and cup against the warmth there.
Opportunities for comfort were scarce, but that didn't really stop anyone.]
[Something akin to a sigh of relief escapes her when he acquires a fistful of her hair, stretching her throat long like a column with just the right amount of strain to make nipping at his lips all the more challenging.]
Don't whine, it's- [Too hot and he's too close and her trousers he seems to manage without difficulty, Dan's hand a welcome thing that she eagerly pushes into as soon as contact is made.] -unbecoming. Shit.
[Senseless rubbing is all well and good when the occasion calls for it, and she isn't entirely sure whether or not his goal is something slow and steady or a little more frenetic, but she's impatient and it's been a while. Evelyn squeezes him gingerly, a gauge of how close he is to being ready, mumbling against his mouth:]
[How he takes his time is less an indicator of his own need and more a measure of just how quickly she wants to take it. He's never been overly rough with a woman - only as rough as they want it - and a week of walking has done next to nothing in the direction of informing him exactly how Evie likes to be fucked.
Dead-eye shot and wry humour aside, one thing he is certainly good at is taking direction where it becomes necessary. He smirks against the press of her mouth on his and there's little ceremony given to the retrieval of his hand so he can shove his trousers down just enough.
No need to ask if she's ready. Evie gets exactly what she wants.]
Opportunities like this are so hard to come by when the person you're traveling with could have their life cut short in the next twelve hours, let alone the next week, and she can't afford to be leisurely unless she's got a safe house and several days' worth of food to exploit just to waste a week fucking. With him, she thinks it might be a valid use of their stores and efforts, but it's been too long since Evelyn's last and she feels like her skin is burning under his hands.
The only downside to being this eager is recognising that she can't get her boots off in time, and so she tears away from his mouth long enough to turn and face the wall, temple pressed against cracking plaster. Dan's belt clinks and she knows he's ready, wrestling her own trousers off her hips with the distracting press of his chest at her back.
Blowing a curl out of her eyes, she glances over her shoulder at him, dark and wanting.]
[She doesn't need to tell him twice. He slides a hand up her back, lingering between her shoulders as he pushes her down, just a little, against the wall with his other hand on his cock to guide it in. The one problem here is that he doesn't have the presence of mind to get his own trousers off, let alone hers, but she's seen to that quite handily already.
The press of his chest against her back is quickly replaced by the press of his hips against her backside, no time wasted in moving fully inside her.
One hand to steady her hips, the other goes into her hair and grips a handful of it. She isn't a delicate thing, she doesn't need him to be gentle with her.
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Evelyn laughs and their breath mingles, fingers twisting in his hair as he releases hers to straighten it out some. The sensation makes her scalp prickle.]
Mmh. Don't want to disappoint him.
[Very much basking in this new admiration Evelyn doesn't dare interrupt, hands slipping down Dan's chest to curl a fresh grip around his belt. Evelyn allows herself few vanities out here, and this is one of them: with his contemplative examination of her curls she remarks,]
You should see it when it's clean.
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It's with a strange kind of gentle care that he draws a few curls forwards over her shoulders, a faint smile on his face. Hell, she's pretty.
Later. Talking could be for later. Dan pulls her close and kisses her again, urgently, wrapping an arm around her to fit her body against his. His free hand slips up under the shoulder of her jacket, sliding it off.]
Y've been drivin' me crazy fer days... [He admits, half muffled against her lips while he runs one hand down her arm.] Y're one hell of a woman.
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Flatterer, [she chides breathlessly, soaking in the compliments as though they were a rare and unexpected bath. There's something so effortlessly guileless about the mouth on hers and the sentiments that fall to her lips, she can't be cynical about the source.
Fumbling over the buttons of Dan's shirt - given that it's his last one it would be a shame to tear it open just to spend a later hour searching for all the little pieces to stitch back into place - Evelyn rucks it up out of his trousers and uses the fabric as a lead. The path is short and satisfying as she soon manoeuvres them to the nearest solid, vertical surface, her back pressed to the wall as she grins shamelessly against his mouth.]
Tell me what you want. [Thinking about it for days, he's got ideas and she's keen to hear them out. Evelyn's teeth catch his lower lip and tug lightly.] Tell me.
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[She's making clear enough what she wants and right now he's happy enough just to go along for the ride. He'd never claim to be so special that he was able to supply enough blood to his brain and his dick at the same time to keep both operating at optimum efficiency. That doesn't, though, mean that he's too far gone for some light teasing.
He works on her clothes while she fumbles at his, pressing her close against the first vertical surface they come into contact with. Well, nothing was going to be happening on that fleabitten old couch.
Murmuring, he presses his lips to her neck.] But I'm not gonna spill it all that easily.
[Teeth nip at her collar bone.]
Where's the fun in doin' that?
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Dan's mouth is hot on her throat and she sighs in relief, tipping her head back obligingly to offer easier access. A breathy laugh accompanies-]
Fuck you.
[-and Evelyn grins at the ceiling, working the buckle of his belt free.]
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He marks her throat roughly, below the line of her collar so she can hide it later, then pulls back to look at her with a challenge in his eyes.]
We can talk about that later.
[It's a mischievous promise as he goes about revealing more skin from her waist up, touching as much of her as he can get his hands on.]
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She just might take him up on it.]
Don't tempt me-
[she breathes, pushing away from the wall long enough to assist him in the removal of her shirt. Evelyn isn't so marked as Dan, but the telltale signs of desert life are similarly written into her skin, criss-crossing white and pink streaks and gouges. The deepest runs horizontally, across her stomach, grazed by his touch as it greedily seeks new territory.
Taking a fistful of his hair Evelyn directs his lips back to hers, slipping her free hand down the front of his trousers.]
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Cheeky.
Thumbs smoothing across her hips he lifts her higher up the wall, enough that he can dip his head down to kiss the top of her breast before he's at her lips again, hips pressed to her hand, all but keeping her arm pinned between them.]
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(She shouldn't complain, not when her fingers are wrapped around his cock and his tongue is in her mouth, but venues for screwing out in the wastes are consistently disappointing and she'd give anything for a mattress that wasn't infested with bed bugs the size of her fist.)]
Help me-
[-get my trousers off, is what she wants to say, but instead she pulls one of Dan's hands toward her belt insistently.]
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Fumbling at her belt, he unfastens it with one hand while the other gathers in her hair and draws it to a light tension against her scalp as they kiss. He pulls the belt free and drops it, thumbing the button and zipper down to push his hand in and cup against the warmth there.
Opportunities for comfort were scarce, but that didn't really stop anyone.]
Can't expect me t' do it all m'self...
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Don't whine, it's- [Too hot and he's too close and her trousers he seems to manage without difficulty, Dan's hand a welcome thing that she eagerly pushes into as soon as contact is made.] -unbecoming. Shit.
[Senseless rubbing is all well and good when the occasion calls for it, and she isn't entirely sure whether or not his goal is something slow and steady or a little more frenetic, but she's impatient and it's been a while. Evelyn squeezes him gingerly, a gauge of how close he is to being ready, mumbling against his mouth:]
I want you in me.
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[How he takes his time is less an indicator of his own need and more a measure of just how quickly she wants to take it. He's never been overly rough with a woman - only as rough as they want it - and a week of walking has done next to nothing in the direction of informing him exactly how Evie likes to be fucked.
Dead-eye shot and wry humour aside, one thing he is certainly good at is taking direction where it becomes necessary. He smirks against the press of her mouth on his and there's little ceremony given to the retrieval of his hand so he can shove his trousers down just enough.
No need to ask if she's ready. Evie gets exactly what she wants.]
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Opportunities like this are so hard to come by when the person you're traveling with could have their life cut short in the next twelve hours, let alone the next week, and she can't afford to be leisurely unless she's got a safe house and several days' worth of food to exploit just to waste a week fucking. With him, she thinks it might be a valid use of their stores and efforts, but it's been too long since Evelyn's last and she feels like her skin is burning under his hands.
The only downside to being this eager is recognising that she can't get her boots off in time, and so she tears away from his mouth long enough to turn and face the wall, temple pressed against cracking plaster. Dan's belt clinks and she knows he's ready, wrestling her own trousers off her hips with the distracting press of his chest at her back.
Blowing a curl out of her eyes, she glances over her shoulder at him, dark and wanting.]
C'mon.
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The press of his chest against her back is quickly replaced by the press of his hips against her backside, no time wasted in moving fully inside her.
One hand to steady her hips, the other goes into her hair and grips a handful of it. She isn't a delicate thing, she doesn't need him to be gentle with her.
So, he isn't.]