"Are you--?" he starts, trying to hold his hips still (and he tells himself it's just like being on patrol--he's her TO, he's got to be the responsible one, no letting McNally run off into any abandoned buildings--only it isn't, it is absolutely 100% different. She's wet and hot and he wants to be inside her right-the-fuck-now.)
"What?" She blinks at him, foot tucked behind his knee and this face like the English language has absolutely no meaning (which--she is not alone there). "Oh! Yeah, no, pill, we're good, go." She's breathless, and normally Sam would tease her about that level of incoherence, but, well--
go
--Yeah. Sam goes.
She makes an absolutely obscene sound as he sinks in, like the noise she makes when drinking Tim Hortons' hot chocolate only a million times dirtier, and god, Sam is not one of those guys who complains about condoms, but anyone who tells you it isn't better without is a fucking liar. He grits his teeth, works a hand through her hair. Lifts her off the floor enough for a kiss.
(And jesus, they're going to make such a mess on the tile--)
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Date: 2011-09-18 08:52 pm (UTC)"What?" She blinks at him, foot tucked behind his knee and this face like the English language has absolutely no meaning (which--she is not alone there). "Oh! Yeah, no, pill, we're good, go." She's breathless, and normally Sam would tease her about that level of incoherence, but, well--
go
--Yeah. Sam goes.
She makes an absolutely obscene sound as he sinks in, like the noise she makes when drinking Tim Hortons' hot chocolate only a million times dirtier, and god, Sam is not one of those guys who complains about condoms, but anyone who tells you it isn't better without is a fucking liar. He grits his teeth, works a hand through her hair. Lifts her off the floor enough for a kiss.
(And jesus, they're going to make such a mess on the tile--)