[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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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.]