"Hu-ah." Sorry, Noah, but she's not entirely up to conversation right now. It takes her a second to process what he's said, to break her eyes away from his (they're so fucking dark and pretty when he's like this) and try to focus her brain on something other than spreading her legs wider, rocking harder, getting him deeper, more. "I-." She gasps, her hands squeezing tight at his. "Yes. I...yeah. A-after..." She plants her feet against the mattress inside of his knees, pressing up against him and taking a shaky breath. "After prom in-. My room. You never. Like that before."
She's talking about the second time that night, after they'd fucked frantically against the goalpost on the football field. After they'd gone back to her empty house and stood at the end of her bed in her dim room and undressed each other in silence, too busy pressing sweet, lingering kisses to each other's lips to speak. And then he'd pressed her into her mattress and they just rocked, slow, against each other, nothing but soft gasps and kisses and whispers of each other's names passing their lips. Until she came, slow like everything else, clinging to him and exploding from the inside out. And maybe, at the time, it hadn't struck her as odd. But then he fell asleep, and she realized as she drifted off after him, that something had shifted and she didn't even notice. Also, he was spooning her. They'd cuddled, but spooning was a new one.
"Just. Figured out I wasn't-..." She whines, fluttering around him and trying to get him to go a little faster. "Alone. Noah. Baby. Please." She's not above begging at this point. They have all night to go slow and savor what'll be the last time until after they're married. But right now, she wants.
"'M proud of you. For everything." Not everything, of course, but. He's been working so hard and doing so well, proving that everything everyone back in Lima said about him was wrong. That he was more than a Lima Loser. She kisses him back, but it breaks apart as she has to gasp for air. "There."
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Date: 2012-03-23 08:35 pm (UTC)She's talking about the second time that night, after they'd fucked frantically against the goalpost on the football field. After they'd gone back to her empty house and stood at the end of her bed in her dim room and undressed each other in silence, too busy pressing sweet, lingering kisses to each other's lips to speak. And then he'd pressed her into her mattress and they just rocked, slow, against each other, nothing but soft gasps and kisses and whispers of each other's names passing their lips. Until she came, slow like everything else, clinging to him and exploding from the inside out. And maybe, at the time, it hadn't struck her as odd. But then he fell asleep, and she realized as she drifted off after him, that something had shifted and she didn't even notice. Also, he was spooning her. They'd cuddled, but spooning was a new one.
"Just. Figured out I wasn't-..." She whines, fluttering around him and trying to get him to go a little faster. "Alone. Noah. Baby. Please." She's not above begging at this point. They have all night to go slow and savor what'll be the last time until after they're married. But right now, she wants.
"'M proud of you. For everything." Not everything, of course, but. He's been working so hard and doing so well, proving that everything everyone back in Lima said about him was wrong. That he was more than a Lima Loser. She kisses him back, but it breaks apart as she has to gasp for air. "There."