happy_dsign | [For Wilke]

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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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"I'm fine," Daphne promised, talking so he didn't have to keep up with her signing as well as signing to her. She moved past him into the room and sank down on the edge of his bed, careful not to jostle the guitar as she looked up at him. "I met Matt for his ASL lesson, but instead we got stuck in the elevator. And then there was a new door that hadn't ever been there before, that led into this dark tunnel, and we kind of had no choice but to follow it, because the island is stupid and didn't give us any choice." She sighed and made a face again.

Wilke made quick work of moving the guitar out of the way and onto the makeshift stand before joining her on the bed. His back was to the wall while he faced her so she could see his lips and hands.

And he tried not to be jealous about the mention of another guy, whoever this Matt was.

"Another fun thing about Total Drama Island everyone forgot to tell me about? Mystery tunnels that won't release you?"

Daphne shifted and curled up on the bed, facing him as she rested her head on his legs. "It was a new one for me, believe me." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the frustration of trying to follow the conversations in the semi-dark, shadows making lipreading even harder than usual and everyone talking at once, and with only one hearing person who could even sign at all--and he was still just learning.

She opened her eyes again so she could watch his face. "It was like...we were being herded. I didn't like it." Even if it had all turned out okay in the end.

"It sounds like something out of a nightmare," Wilke said, and when he saw her eyes flutter shut, he could almost imagine the added factor of going through that without being able to hear a word of what was going on. He decided in an instand and hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up against his chest.

"Close your eyes," he signed with one hand, then slipped it into her hair, settling her cheek against his chest. Then he started to sing. He knew the words wouldn't matter, but thought the vibration might do the trick.

Daphne took a deep breath and then sighed, relaxing against him and letting her eyes drift closed. She smiled at the feel of the rhythmic vibration, realizing he was singing to her. It was sweet, and clever of him to think of a way for her to appreciate it.

He went through some of Toby's songs, a few classics, and didn't stop until he felt himself feeling a little hoarse. HIs hand had been rubbing along her back, but he stopped and shifted it to her face. He tipped her chin up, waiting for her eyes to open and gave her one sign.

"Better?"

"Better," Daphne agreed with a nod and a smile. She leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you."

He smiled softly. "Glad I could help. Got to admit it, you freaked me out a little there. I don't think I've ever seen you rattled that bad before."

Daphne shrugged, not liking the reminder that anyone had seen her as anything other than strong and capable. "It was just...really disorienting. All of it. But I'm okay."

He laughed a little. She might be the master at sniffing out poker tells, but she wasn't the only one. He knew her face well enough to see beyond the blase. "You know, I'm not going to think any less of you if you got a little freaked out."

She rolled her eyes and grinned. "I was a little freaked out," she admitted. "But everything worked out, we're all back home, and I really am fine. Especially now." She gave him a kind of shy smile and leaned in to kiss him softly again, this time on the mouth. "Thank you."

His hand threaded into her hand and he pulled her a little closer to him to better align their mouths. It wasn't exactly sign language, but he figured she'd get the gist of his "you're welcome" in there just fine.

Her soft sigh said she got it perfectly, and approved. Her lips parted against his, her body going pliant against him as her eyes drifted closed again.

As his arms tightened around her, he leaned further back and made room for him across his chest, lengthening the kiss before moving his lips away to kiss along her jaw, then down her throat.

Daphne tilted her head a little, pleased sound, more than happy to be distracted by hormones. Her hand slid up and down his thigh, smoothing over the fabric of his sweatpants as her head rested against his shoulder.

He growled a little when her clever, articulate little hands started roaming over his leg, very close to drive-Wilke-insane territory. Instead of what he wanted to do - shift over to get her hand on his dick - he tipped her chin up instead to get at her eyes.

"I'm not taking advantage of you being all wigged out."

Daphne snorted and rolled her eyes. "It's not taking advantage if I want it," she pointed out, leaning in to let her lips move along Wilke's jaw, down to his neck.

He searched her eyes, then brought his hand up to one-hand sign. What do you want, beautiful Daphne?"

She smiled at him and replied, "This." Then she moved her hand from his thigh to his crotch, rubbing lightly through his pants as her mouth came down on his, hungry and eager.

Wilke's eyes rolled back in his head and he moved almost involuntarily into her touch. "God," he hissed as all the blood drained straight from his brain and into her touch. She was going to be the absolute death of him, he was sure of it. But as he returned the kiss full measure, he was pretty sure he couldn't care less.

Daphne whimpered and nibbled at his lip, her fingers curving around his length and stroking more firmly before she decided 'screw it' and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his pants, wanting to touch bare skin.

"Fuck," he said out loud, even though he knew he was basically talking to himself. His lips were too busy kissing her throat for her to have a chance of reading them. He was pretty sure she felt the wind of his words across her skin, and maybe even the rapid jolt of his heart thudding against her chest. And as her warm fingers wrapped around him, he stopped being able to think at all. He just took her lips in another crushing kiss and moved his hips against her touch, encouraging her to keep going if she wanted.

At the same time, his hand had moved from her back to her belly, then upwards to cup her breast in his hand.

Oh, she definitely wanted to keep going. His reactions were just what she wanted, and her fingers tightened around him, stroking with more surety as she kissed him back, groaning into his mouth as his hand moved to her breast. "Mmhmm," she said against his lips, letting him know that what he was doing was more than okay without having to stop any of it.

Encouraged by the sounds she made, he pushed her shirt up and went to work on her breasts, paying each equal attention with kisses and licks before drawing her nipples into his mouth to flick his tongue against the very tip.

Daphne sucked in a sharp breath, her back arching as her hand faltered. Oh yeah, this was absolutely what she wanted right now. She managed to gather enough coherent thought to realized she'd stopped stroking him, and started again, soft, eager whimpers escaping her lips.

He hadn't minded at all when her hand had stopped moving. It gave him time to focus, to concentrate on making her make those incredible little whimpers he loved. Fuck, he could listen to her mewl like that for hours. The only bad part about them was that they made him want even more. Made his hand slip from her hip to to the button on her jeans, popping it open with a flick and drawing the zipper down.

Daphne moved her free hand to the waist of her jeans, trying to pull them down without stopping, but it just wasn't working. She pulled back, breathless, and reluctantly pulled her hand out of his pants. Then she moved off of him and onto her back the bed, lifting her hips up as she shoved the jeans down and off, giving him a playful smirk as they fell to the floor. She stayed stretched out, propped up on her elbows, and asked, "Better?"

He allowed himself one slow look over her beautiful body, his eyes scorching a path from her toes back to her face. "All kinds of better," he said and even though she couldn't hear how his voice had deepened, he was pretty sure she'd be able to see it in his eyes. This time, when he took her lips, it was at the same time his hand skimmed up her thigh.

Daphne chuckled; it turned into a happy sigh as his mouth found hers again. She slid a hand over his chest, down to his side, kissing him back eagerly as her other arm curled around his neck to keep him close.

While his lips were busy on hers, tongue sliding against hers as he deepened the kiss. His hand kept moving higher, and he was on alert for any sign she wasn't comfortable. When there wasn't one, he slipped his long fingers between her legs, cupping her mound.

Daphne's hips twitched instinctively, bucking into his hand a little as her breathing grew somewhat ragged. Her hand found its way inside his waistband again, sliding along his hip to curl her fingers around his cock again, stroking lightly, slowly, kissing him back hungrily.

Once again, he trusted her to feel his moan against her lips since she couldn't hear it, but, really, his mind was so close to overload due to his hand...and hers. The distraction, he hoped, would keep him from completely embarrassing himself. With that in mind, he focused all he could on her, shifting a single long finger underneath the elastic of her panties and giving a single stroke along her bare, wet core.

Daphne inhaled sharply, twisting her hips toward his touch as her breath left her in a shuddery sigh. Her hand tightened around him, its movement becoming stronger, faster as her legs shifted, spreading wider for him.

Fucking hell, she was going to kill him. That was all there was to it; her hips were going to move, his fingers were going to slide deeper, or her grip was going to hit that one spot--- oh fuck yes, that one. His own hips thrust forwards once, in mimic of what he was starting to need like air.

Since he knew that wasn't going to happen, though, he slipped his finger from the leg opening of her panties and moved his hand to her belly. This time, he moved to touch her from under the waistband until he was cupping her bare skin, one finger deep inside.

Daphne's skin felt like it was on fire. If Wilke asked her right then, she would probably agree to anything he wanted, as long as he promised to keep making her feel like this. Her body undulated against his hand, soft, breathy moans escaping her lips as she tried to keep her eyes open, tried to keep watching him, her hand pausing in its rhythmic stroking so her fingers could explore his hard, warm length before gripping him again and resuming the previous motions.

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.

Her muscles were taut as she arched up into his touch, trying to keep her hand's movements steady as he drove her crazy with every flick and shift of his fingers. Tension coiled in her stomach, her breathing harsh and shallow as she tried to match him kiss for kiss.

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.

Daphne wasn't going to last much longer like this, but that was okay with her. She was eager for release, for the rush of endorphins that would replace the lingering frustration and fear of her earlier experience. She moaned breathlessly, grinding against his hand as her breathing sped up and soft whimpers started slipping from her.

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.

It wasn't much longer, less than a minute, before Daphne's hips bucked and she cried out as she came, muscles flexing around his fingers. Her hand's movement on him became erratic but she managed to at least keep it moving even through her orgasm, if only in fits and starts for a few seconds.

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.

Daphne melted against him, boneless and content, her arm covering his where it wrapped around her waist, her fingers lacing with his, her eyes closed and lips pulled into a small smile.

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