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happy_dsign ([personal profile] happy_dsign) wrote2012-06-27 11:34 pm
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[For Wilke]

When they finally made it back from their unexpected adventure to the second island, Daphne left the others and grabbed a change of clothes from her room before heading for the shower. She cleaned herself up and washed her hair, then dried off and got dressed, pulling her wet hair back into a braid.

She stopped by her room again, dropping her dirty clothes into the basket she used for a hamper, then looked at her bed, considering just lying down and taking a nap. But though she was tired, she was also keyed up, and kind of wanted to talk to someone about what had happened. She wished for a moment that Emmett was there, because that was who she would normally go to when she wanted to talk. But there was someone else who was here that she could talk to, she realized. She'd have to talk instead of or at least in addition to signing, because while Wilke's ASL was improving, he still wasn't good enough to keep up with a fluent signer. But she could snuggle against him while she told him about it, which sounded really appealing just then.

She checked herself in the mirror briefly and then headed to his room, pausing outside the curtain to knock on the frame, hoping she caught him.
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[personal profile] more_than_that 2012-07-13 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
God, he wanted her like burning. It was taking every bit of his strength to not push his sweats down, rip her panties away, and just dive into her wet heat. He groaned at the thought, his cock surging in her hand. He didn't, though, and wouldn't. Not until she knew, until she was sure it was what she wanted - while they were clothed, and not driven by the heat of the moment.

Instead, he took her mouth again, his tongue mimicking his finger's motions, thumb circling her clit and trying to hold on to his own mind in the wake of her frenzied strokes.
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[personal profile] more_than_that 2012-07-16 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
When her breathing changed, he started to brace for her to back him off or tense up in a way that had nothing to do with enjoying herself. When she didn't, he increased his pace, fingers and thumb playing her body like an instrument, his eyes on her as she writhed beneath him.
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[personal profile] more_than_that 2012-07-19 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
It was almost painful now, the need to just pull and push away the last barrier, to push her onto her back, settle on top of her and sink into the slick heat now wrapped around his fingers. Just the thought had his cock surging in her hand to the point he nearly lost it. Instead of giving in, he increased his attention in speed and intensity, willing her to at least find completion.
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[personal profile] more_than_that 2012-07-19 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't last much longer than her. No sooner had her body start to shudder and he finally gave in on a long groan against her throat so she'd feel the vibration of it. His body continued to shudder as his higher brain functions returned. He knew he should get up, clean them both off, but he wasn't ready to let go of her just yet.

So he used his sheet to clear away the mess, pulled her in to spoon in front of him, and kissed her shoulder.