[For Wilke]

[happy_dsign]

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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[more_than_that]

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.

[happy_dsign]

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.

[more_than_that]

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.

[happy_dsign]

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.

[more_than_that]

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.

[happy_dsign]

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.

[more_than_that]

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.

[happy_dsign]

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.

[more_than_that]

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.

[happy_dsign]

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.