Girl's Night Out cont.

[acontrollist]

[Rachel's way too drunk to care that the cabby can probably see her flatten her back against the inside of the door of the cab and pull Noah in for a long kiss. And he probably hears the zipper of her jeans when she reaches between her and Noah to undo them. She was promised fingers and they're way too tight for him to get anywhere near the crux of her thighs if they're done up.]

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[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

[She's limp. Her brain is sending out all of the right electrical impulses but between the alcohol and her orgasm, they're not making it to the right places. All she gets is a few quivers in her thigh muscles, hands clenching and unclenching on the hard muscles of his thighs as she whimpers, tucking herself back against him, nuzzling the side of her nose against his shoulder. One hand manages to find the one he presses to her stomach, winding their fingers messily together and squeezing tight as he swells and spills inside of her, hot and deep and she whimpers his name.] God, I love you. Love you so much, so good to me... [She leans back as best she can to kiss him, exhaustion starting to blanket her.] 'M...wore me out, baby...

[but_idontlie]

[When he can breathe - before he even opens his eyes, because that's not happening anytime soon - he maneuvers them carefully to lie on their sides in the bed, doing his best to remain inside her. He loves falling asleep with even an inch of himself still inside her, pressed between her thighs. He can't explain why, but fuck, it feels good. Their fingers weave together over her abdomen and he nuzzles against the back of her neck, into her hair, and softly whispers to her as they lie together.] I love you. And m'gonna ask you to marry me just to be legal and shit. And we're gonna call Satan and get her to come up here.