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fabrayyquinnn: She sighs happily against his skin, careful to not press her cheek to hard against...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 20:14:41 -0400

She sighs happily against his skin, careful to not press her cheek to hard against him. “I love you too. So much.” She lets out a sigh of relief, her lips curling into a smile against his skin. A perfect end to an awful night. Thinking about the night sends a wave of exhaustion over her, and she cuddles herself closer to him, letting her eyes fall closed. “You’re my stupid cowboy.” She murmurs sleepily, reaching down and finding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“All yours,” he whispers, running his fingers slowly through her hair. He gives her hand a squeeze, feeling her breathing even out, watching her for a while as she sleeps, her chest moving up and down with each breath. He presses his lips to her forehead, holding them there ad letting out a breath, the feeling of really having her, once and for all, washing over him and radiating through his veins. He finally shuts his own eyes, smiling as his chin rests against her forehead and he manages to drift off himself, their fingers still laced.

fabrayyquinnn: “No stealing my covers. You know I’ll steal them right back.” She laughs, pressing a...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 19:57:50 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

“No stealing my covers. You know I’ll steal them right back.” She laughs, pressing a long kiss to his lips, only pulling back when air is desperately needed. “Of course I say yes, you stupid cowboy.” She laughs, pressing her face against his neck and holding him as tight as she can without hurting anything. “We can live either place. I don’t care.” She says, but then pauses for a minute, her brow wrinkling in thought. “Would you want to live at my house?” She asks, her voice softer and more nervous now. “I mean, if you’d be more comfortable staying here, I’m okay with that too. That house just…” She trails off, sighing softly. “It’s one of my only happy memories.” she shrugs slightly, resting her head against the pillow, biting her lip and looking up at him through her lashes.

“I think your house would be perfect,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her lips and smiling widely, “we’re gonna live together, huh,” he runs his thumb over her lower lip once he’s pulled back, “the little fancy hollywood girl and the stupid, lucky cowboy,” he smirks at her, pulling her gently into his chest, pressing his face back into her hair, “I love you,” he murmurs into it, “a lot, baby. I’m gonna make sure no one ever hurts you, ever again.”

fabrayyquinnn: She freezes and her eyes widen when he says ‘sticking around for good’. Is he asking...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 19:38:33 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She freezes and her eyes widen when he says ‘sticking around for good’. Is he asking what she thinks he’s asking? His momentary nervous pause assures her that he is. She bites her lip as he rambles about where they’d live, blushing pink when he says he’d be absurdly happy if she agrees. “Do you know what you’d be getting yourself into?” She asks, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. “You’d have to cook anytime I don’t feel like it. Or get takeout from somewhere.” She flushes again, smiling softly. “And you’ll have to snake the drain in the shower cause I’m a girl and it just comes with the territory.” She’s smiling in full force now, happy tears brimming in her eyes. “And if….when you get mad at me, you’re just gonna have to deal. Because we’ll be living together and you won’t have some other place to just run off to. Do you really think you can handle all that?”

“Baby,” he takes her by the chin, very lightly, his other hand running his fingers through her hair, “I already have to snake your drain, and I have like the three best takeout restaurants around here on speed dial, and when I get mad at you,” he smiles smally, a laugh in his throat when he sees the tears in her eyes, “there’s always the bar.” He smiles tentatively at her, nuzzling her neck a bit, “what do you say? Do you say yes? Can I bug you and steal all your covers, and trip over your shoes, and love every second of it?”

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He doesn’t expect it, not in the slightest, which...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 14:00:47 -0400

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He doesn’t expect it, not in the slightest, which...:

npuckermanssss:

He doesn’t expect it, not in the slightest, which might make it slightly better - the thing is, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before. He feels like he’s been lit on fire, like he’s warm and blazing and it feels good. He knows, now, that he wasn’t in love with…

“Sure about that?” He teases, a smile on his lips, pressing another kiss to hers before moving down to her neck, pressing his face there as gingerly as he could, “We have a lot of time, for that, y’know,” he mumbles against her skin, “considering I don’t think I plan on letting you leave this place for very long, unless it’s to get reinforcements. In fact, I think maybe you should think about sticking around here for good.” He hadn’t realized he was doing it until he did - hadn’t realized he’d actually wanted her to live here, rather than have to switch houses back and forth, night after night, but he knows, now that he does. He really, really does, and he kind of hopes he didn’t just blow it. He backpedals a bit, “I…I’d understand,” he feels nervous, but also right - natural, “if you wanted to stay in your house. I know it was…your childhood home, and all that, and you just bought it, so I’d get it…I’d go there, if you wanted, ‘cause this place…is kind of just a lot of bad memories, sometimes, but either way…I think,” he looks at her, hopeful, “I think…I’d be kind of absurdly happy, if you wanted to…live with me, I mean.”

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He’s confused, the whole time she speaks, and when she...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 10:49:36 -0400

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He’s confused, the whole time she speaks, and when she...:

npuckermanssss:

He’s confused, the whole time she speaks, and when she finishes he looks up at her with his brows raised, “You think this is something that’s gonna make me want out?” He laughs - he can’t help it, and he really doesn’t mean to, but he does, because it’s just so fucking…

He doesn’t expect it, not in the slightest, which might make it slightly better - the thing is, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before. He feels like he’s been lit on fire, like he’s warm and blazing and it feels good. He knows, now, that he wasn’t in love with Santana (he’d known before, but this was a different kind of know,) that he hadn’t been in love with anyone, because he was in love with Quinn, and he could feel it in every nerve in his body, in every single fucking cell. He presses a slow, long kiss to her lips before he can think about doing otherwise, and when he finally pulls back he looks at her with a tiny smile on his face, breathing out, “God, I love you, too,” as his hand moves gently to the cheek opposite where her skin is raw, “so, so much…and I know this is probably not what you want to be thinking about, but…I really do. I really do, and you really have to know,” he laughs, shaking his head, “especially now, I’d say.”

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He sighs as she speaks, his blood heated with the...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 10:34:43 -0400

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He sighs as she speaks, his blood heated with the...:

npuckermanssss:

He sighs as she speaks, his blood heated with the mention of Alex and his plan, “Baby,” he says, his voice quiet. He put his hand gently onto her leg, looking right into her eyes, “first of all, he’s not going to be doing any of that. If anything, he’s gonna be tellin’ the…

He’s confused, the whole time she speaks, and when she finishes he looks up at her with his brows raised, “You think this is something that’s gonna make me want out?” He laughs - he can’t help it, and he really doesn’t mean to, but he does, because it’s just so fucking ridiculous - and he can tell that she’s confused, or at least slightly annoyed, maybe even hurt, “Quinn,” he lets out a breath, “you’re crazy. I have a dead wife, a dead wife I wouldn’t even tell you about for months, and you’re still here - you think some asshole who hurt you, who you were honest with me about from one of the first times we spent together, and who did something you couldn’t control? You think that’s going to shake me?” He gives her hand a squeeze, “you’re gonna have to do a lot worse than that to get rid of me, okay? I’d be insane to let you go, especially for something like this. One day,” he leans his forehead to hers, a small smile on lips, “one day this isn’t even gonna be a blip on our radar.”

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 10:05:59 -0400

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then...:

npuckermanssss:

He nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet, moving her gently between his legs. He takes the lotion, puts some onto the tips of his fingers, and then holds her arm with the other hand. Gently, he rubs it into the spots where…

He sighs as she speaks, his blood heated with the mention of Alex and his plan, “Baby,” he says, his voice quiet. He put his hand gently onto her leg, looking right into her eyes, “first of all, he’s not going to be doing any of that. If anything, he’s gonna be tellin’ the press that he’s going to get some help. That he has done something wrong, and he’s gotta deal with it,” he slides his hand up to hers, lacing their fingers, “and second of all, you couldn’t ‘ve had any idea,” he gives her hand a light squeeze, afraid he’ll hurt her or something, “look at me, okay? You are okay. You are safe, and he isn’t comin’ back here. And you can tell the press anything you want - you can tell ‘em nothing, if that’s what you want. This isn’t something you should be worryin’ about, right now all that should be on your mind,” he inches closer to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “is getting better, and showing him that what he did didn’t change a thing, for you. You can’t give him the gratitude of knowin’ that he effected you,” he looks into her eyes, giving her a tiny smile, “okay? You’re gonna be fine, I promise. I’m gonna make sure of it, myself.”

fabrayyquinnn: She just stares at his chest, her fingers tightly fisted in his shirt, holding on...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 08:52:17 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She just stares at his chest, her fingers tightly fisted in his shirt, holding on and making sure he would be staying right with her. She doesn’t even know where to begin with things they should talk about. Thanking him for saving her life? Thanking him for calling the cops, so now she has the evidence that this happened? Apologizing again for trying to do this on her own? She doesn’t know where to start, so she just doesn’t. After a few minutes though, the stinging in her skin starts to get stronger, and she sits up, wincing slightly. “Do you have face moisturizer?” She asks softly, sighing in relief when he nods and leads her into the bathroom. She flinches when she sees the outline of the red handprint on her cheek, but focuses on careful rubbing the lotion onto the area, feeling a slight relief at the cooling sensation. She repeats it on the other cheek, before setting the bottle down and grabbing normal lotion. “Can…you do my arms?” She asks quietly, looking down at the bruises. “I know I won’t be able to do them very well.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet, moving her gently between his legs. He takes the lotion, puts some onto the tips of his fingers, and then holds her arm with the other hand. Gently, he rubs it into the spots where Alex’s fingers had dug into her skin, feeling his stomach churn at every wince and unpleasant noise she made, “I’m sorry,” he whispers, trying his hardest not to hurt her, “baby, I’m so sorry, I’m tryin’ to be as gentle as I can.” He leans forward when he’s done, pressing a kiss to her abdomen, then stands, gently smoothing her hair back, “come on, we’re gonna lay down and forget about mirrors, for now,” he picks up the lotion, having rubbed the remnants into his own skin, “and we’ll bring this, just in case. You want aspirin, too?”

fabrayyquinnn: She hops out of the ambulance as soon as she sees him walking over to her, noticing...

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:24:48 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She hops out of the ambulance as soon as she sees him walking over to her, noticing the way his eyes linger on her bruises for a moment. She buries her face in his chest when he pulls her near, just letting herself cry, her tears soaking through his shirt. Her cheeks are still red and stinging from where Alex slapped her, but she ignore the pain and just pulls herself closer to him, hanging on for dear life. God, how could she be so stupid? To actually think that Alex would hold back at all, ha! She should’ve known better, she should’ve let Puck come with her when he said he wanted to, she should’ve never said she would talk to him. She feels like the stupid girl she was when she first married him, and used to brush off his hitting as him having a bad day. “I am so sorry.” She whispers into his chest once the tears stop, ignoring the pain shooting through her arms and face. “I should’ve just listened to you.”

He shakes his head, shushing her and rubbing her back softly, “Don’t,” he whispers, “baby, don’t apologize, okay? C’mere,” he pulls her in a little closer, sighing deeply and then looking over his shoulder at her house, figuring it’s probably the last place she wants to be at all, “we’re gonna go to my place, okay?” He lifts her up, gently so he doesn’t hurt her, and brings her to his chest, carrying her slowly to his car and setting her on the seat, pressing a kiss to the bottom of her ear before shutting the door. He gets around to the drivers side and then drives them quickly to his place, lifting her back out of the car once he’s turned the ignition off, and then brings her up to his bedroom, setting her down and crawling in next to her, pulling her into his chest and mumbling soft reassurances into her hair, hoping she’d calm down soon.

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He gets everyone right the fuck out of there, because...

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 16:16:53 -0400

and i'm coming home: npuckermanssss: He gets everyone right the fuck out of there, because...:

npuckermanssss:

He gets everyone right the fuck out of there, because he’s going to be damned if he doesn’t follow her home. He’s got a shitty feeling about this guy, and he knows he’s right to - he knows this type, if he’s not there with her, this asshole’s going to try something, and he’s…

He wants to tell her she’s got absolutely nothing to be sorry about, but then the EMT’s and the police pull them apart and he’s being asked a ridiculous influx of questions. He gets his words in a nice neat line, telling them the story from start to finish, then looks over at her, watching as the EMT speaks to her calmly. “Am I ‘bout done,” he asks, his voice rough, “I have somethin’ else I need to be takin’ care of,” he watches as the officer looks from him to Quinn, then nods, telling him they’ll call him with any further questions. He makes his way over to her and, for the first time, notices the bruising on her. He doesn’t say a word, just scoops her into his arms and pulls her to his chest, breathing into her hair and rubbing her back slowly, knowing it was just what she needed - him to be there.

fabrayyquinnn: She sighs and nods, taking his hands and giving them a soft squeeze. “I know. And...

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 08:14:05 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She sighs and nods, taking his hands and giving them a soft squeeze. “I know. And I’m very thankful for that.” She whispers, letting out a breath. “I have to go, and I have to talk to him. I can’t always run from my problems. Especially when they show up in your bar.” She gives him a sad smile, reaching up to run her thumb over his stubly cheek. “If you still feel like you need to come over when you’re done closing up, then okay.” She leans up and quickly kisses her cheek, before turning around and walking out. She takes deep breaths the whole way home, trying to just stay calm and collected. She can do this. She’s a grown woman, who needs to just face her problem. He’s sitting in the living room when she comes in, and she slips her shoes off, before going over and sitting on the edge of the couch, not wanting to be at a complete disadvantage by sitting. “Did you really think I’d just let you come here without a fight?” He asks, the words sounding more like a threat than anything else. “We’re divorcing, Alex. I don’t have to report to you anymore. You don’t dictate what I do.” She says softly, biting her lip. “Like hell I don’t!” Before she can react he’s across the room and standing in front of her, giving her one hard slap across the face. She cries out and brings her hand up to her cheek, her body starting to shake. She honestly didn’t think he would try this. Not here, not now. Not when there is so much on the line. He seizes both of her arms in his hands, holding tight enough to leave bruises, causing her to yelp out in pain again. “You’re coming back to LA with me whether you like it or not. We’ll tell the press that…” An evil smirk comes to his lips. “We’ll tell them that you’ve been drinking again. And that this whole divorce thing is because of that. But we’re getting you on the right track again, and we’re as happy as ever.” He sneers at her, and she tries to pull away from him, trying to run to the door. He’s too fast though, and has her pinned to the wall in a second, another hard slap coming against her cheek.

He gets everyone right the fuck out of there, because he’s going to be damned if he doesn’t follow her home. He’s got a shitty feeling about this guy, and he knows he’s right to - he knows this type, if he’s not there with her, this asshole’s going to try something, and he’s not up for risking that with Quinn. He’s already lost too much. He closes up in record speed and hops into his truck, gunning it to Quinn’s and pulling into the drive. He hears her shout as he approaches the front door, and doesn’t bother knocking - he swings it open and narrows his eyes at the man with his hand raised to her, his blood frozen in his body. “Don’t you dare,” his voice is low, and he walks over to a slightly surprised Alex, shoving him away from Quinn, “don’t fucking touch her, you dick.” He watches in amusement as Alex swings at him - nothing too much, he makes a slight connection with his chin more than anything - and knows that now it’s over: he’s defending both of them, and he’s going to do it right. He cleanly arcs his arm, sending his fist right into Alex’s nose and watches as the guy falls to the ground in an over-dramatic fashion, clutching his face. He gets in a few more punches before Alex seems to be completely defeated - funny, that the abuser would go down without much of a fight at all - and then looks over at Quinn, who’s watching him. He moves over to her, ducking next to her and pulling out his phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1 and wrapping his arm around her. He speaks to the dispatcher for a moment, then hangs up, bringing her to his chest, “breathe, baby,” he says softly, into her hair, “it’s okay.”

fabrayyquinnn: “Don’t tell me what to do.” She warns, glaring at him. “Or you’re going to be...

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 00:50:35 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She warns, glaring at him. “Or you’re going to be exactly like him.” She stares at him for a second and then shakes her head, running her hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” She says softly, letting out a long breath. “No, I am not nuts. Yes, I am going to go talk to him. He honestly isn’t stupid enough to try something when we’re going to be going through a divorce trial and there would be evidence on me.” She’s not sure if she believes that 100%. “Yeah he’s a piece of shit, but he does deserve to know what’s going on. This affects his life too.” She sighs, running her hands through her hair again, biting her lower lip. “I have to do this, and you can’t stop me…so don’t try to.” She holds his gaze for a moment, trying to convey what she’s feeling, before looking down and untying her apron. “I have to go.”

He sighs, looking down at her as she unties her apron, “Can you wait a few, and let me come with you? I…I don’t have to come inside, I just want to be there,” he looks up, then back at her, “I don’t want him to touch you, Quinn. I’m worried,” he runs his thumb over her jawline, ending at her lower lip and running across it, “I don’t want him to try anything, knowing his history with you…and I get the feeling he’s the kind of guy who will,” he frowns when he sees the look on her face, “I’m just…I care about you. You know that,” he leans his forehead down against hers, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. Not when I can prevent it.”

fabrayyquinnn: She watches as Alex looks between the two of them, his eyes alight with amusement....

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:32:32 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She watches as Alex looks between the two of them, his eyes alight with amusement. “Ah, I’m assuming you’re the one she’s been fucking?” He asks, making Quinn gasp in surprise. “Oh, you didn’t really think that I wouldn’t know what you’re up to down here, did you? You should know by now sweetheart, that I know everything.” She can feel Puck tense in front of her, so she places her hand on the small of his back, and steps forward a little so that he’s not standing in front of her. She can do this, she can take care of this herself….or so she hopes. “Alex, you need to go. I don’t want to talk to you, or even hear your reasons for wanting me back. Please just go.” She says, swallowing hard. “Quinn, just have one conversation with me. I’ll even wait for you to be done with your…job.” He says, his voice filling with disgust at the end. “You owe me that considering you just left LA with no warning.” Oh he’s good. Knowing to play the whole, make her feel guilty thing, because he knows it’ll work. And damn it, he’s right. “Go wait at my house. I’m sure you already know where it is.” She sneers, huffing lightly and running her hand through her hair. “I’ll be there when I’m done here. We’ll talk and then you have to leave.” Alex smirks and nods, tipping a pretend hat in the direction of Puck before walking out of the door, looking quite proud of himself.

He pulls her into the back, shutting the office door behind him before nearly barking at her, “Quinn, are you nuts,” he sees the look on her face and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He runs a hand over his head, shutting his eyes and then opening them, looking down at her, “you’re not gonna go back to your house alone and talk to that asshole. You know exactly what he’s going to do,” he stares at her, his eyes confused and angry, unsure of how to even tackle this whole issue, “I don’t want you there with him - he’s a piece of shit, and he doesn’t deserve a word from you. He should just get the hell home,” he looks at her, trying to convince her desperately not to go, just to come home with him and let him get the hint, “he should leave, and you shouldn’t have to tell him to.”

fabrayyquinnn: The night is finally starting to slow down at the bar, and she’s really looking...

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 16:06:20 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

The night is finally starting to slow down at the bar, and she’s really looking forward to getting off and heading back to Puck’s place and taking a nice, long shower. Preferably with him. She shoots him a smirk from across the room, blushing when she gets one back. Well, good. They’re on the same page. She freezes though when she hears her name behind her, the cold voice so familiar to her ears. “Alex.” She says as she turns around, her almost-ex-husband standing right behind her. “Hey, baby.” He smirks, leaning in to kiss her. She moves away quickly though before his lips can touch her, her eyes wide and her hands gripping onto her serving tray. “What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice filled with worry. “I could be asking you the same thing.” He says, the same evil smile still on his lips. “Leaving LA, coming to this po-dunk town, working at a bar? This just isn’t you. I came to win you back.” She immediately shakes her head, taking a step back. “No. You don’t know me, you don’t know what is me and what isn’t. And there’s no way in hell that you actually want me back.” She says, feeling everyone’s eyes glued to them, this little town not so used to drama.

He feels an unfamiliar voice saying Quinn’s name, and when he turns around, he knows exactly who it is. That blond douche bag she used to be married to - his name is Alex, he figures out, when she says it - is standing in his fucking bar, talking to her like he owns her. He gives the man he’s been talking to a nod, putting down his beer, and then walks to the other side of the bar, wiping his hands on his jeans. When he reaches them, he steps half in front of Quinn, not wanting this guy to be able to lay a hand on her. “Hi,” he says, stiffly, “I’m Puck - Noah Puckerman,” he doesn’t offer a hand for the guy to shake, just looks at him curtly, “I own this place, can I help you, in some way?”

fabrayyquinnn: She smiles, nodding her head slightly. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” She whispers,...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 23:49:16 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She smiles, nodding her head slightly. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” She whispers, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “As long as you’re okay with the fact that you’re mine, and I’m not letting you go anywhere either.” She lightly bumps her nose into his, giving him a smile. They sit their and kiss for awhile longer, before finally separating and getting redressed. She brushes the dust off her shorts, but finally just gives up, and wraps her arms loosely around his waist, smiling up at him. “I say we go back to my house, throw our clothes into the washer, and then take a long shower.” She suggests, pressing a kiss to his chin.

He nods, leaning down to her lips and kissing them softly, grinning as he wraps his arm around her shoulder, “I think I might like that idea,” he feels her arms move around him and let’s out a breath. He thinks maybe he’s going to let himself be happy - it sounds like a good idea. He leads her to his car, opening her door before getting in the opposite side. He takes her hand as they drive down the dirt road, his muffler rattling and his truck ambling down quickly as he leads them to her place.

fabrayyquinnn: Once her eyes are locked on his, she can’t look away. There’s something in the way...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 22:39:22 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

Once her eyes are locked on his, she can’t look away. There’s something in the way he’s looking at her, she can’t describe it, but it makes her feel like the only girl in the world. She presses soft slow kisses to his lips every couple minutes, her hips speeding up when she starts to feel that coiling of heat in her stomach and literally cannot go slow anymore. She knows he’s right there with her too, because he’s holding her tighter, and moving his hips along with hers. And then he snakes his hand to her clit, and she swears she sees stars. It only takes a couple more thrusts after that, and they’re coming apart together, moaning each others’ names. Their hips keep moving in perfect time, and her head falls to his shoulder, her face pressed into his neck as she rides out her high.

He lets his face rest in her hair, breathing heavy as they slow down together. He kisses the crown of her head, letting out his breath slowly before pulling her face up and connecting their lips. He kisses her slow and deep, holding her there until his chest burns and aches, and then pulls his lips away, but not much else. He searches her eyes for a moment, and then smiles softly, “You’re mine,” he says softly, not having fully realized he said it until it was out, “all mine, I hope you’re okay with that, ‘cause I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”

fabrayyquinnn: She blushes under his gaze and smiles back at him as she slowly sinks down onto his...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 20:33:58 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She blushes under his gaze and smiles back at him as she slowly sinks down onto his length, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she does. They’ve never done it like this before; her on top with him sitting, their bodies touching in almost every way imaginable. It’s amazing to say the very least, and she feels as though her skin is on fire everywhere he touches. She starts moving slowly; lifting herself up so only his tip is inside of her, and then slowly sinking back down until he’s completely filling her. It’s different going slow with him and not moving at their normal frantic pace, but she thinks she really likes different. She kisses him softly, her lips teasing his as she starts up a slow rhythm with her hips, her body brushing against his with every move.

He’s really never done it slow, ever - there’s been a time with her, but it wasn’t slow, it just wasn’t their usual frantic pace. This is slow. This is slow, and good, and steady. Sure, he wants more, but not yet - right now he just wants to feel every inch of her, for every possible second he can. He sits up a bit more, pulling her against him so their chests are pressed together, her chest pressed against his, his hands on her hips. He moves his hips along with hers, moaning softly against her neck before lifting his head and pressing his forehead to hers, locking eyes with her as they move together

fabrayyquinnn: She automatically pushes her ass into his hands when they move inside he panties,...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 18:55:36 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She automatically pushes her ass into his hands when they move inside he panties, moaning against his lips when he tangles their tongues together again. She’s not completely sure why, but she knows that for some reason, this time will be different than all the other times. It’s like something shifted between them when he told her his story, and it was making right now all the more special. It’s slow instead of their normal frantic, it’s passionate instead of their normal hot. She whispers his name against his lips, before lifting her hips slightly, allowing him to slide his boxers down his legs, unable to stop them whimper that leaves her throat when his hard length springs free. She slides her own panties down her legs, blushing just a little when she sees him watching, and then straddles his waist again, kissing him slowly and sweetly, but not sinking down on his length yet.

He watches as she pushes her panties off, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from licking his lips. He pulls her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist so she can feel his length against her, but doesn’t pull her onto him - she can do that when she wants to, as much as the waiting might kill him. He kisses her easily, his hands moving to her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, his fingertips playing against her skin as he waits for her. When he pulls his lips away, he looks up at her, his eyes full and sincere, and gives her the smallest of smiles, his breathing deep and labored as he stares at her, trying to figure out where the hell something so damn beautiful, something so perfect looking, and feeling, and acting could come from.

fabrayyquinnn: The only way to describe everything right now, is perfect. They’re taking their...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 12:49:34 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

The only way to describe everything right now, is perfect. They’re taking their time, just enjoying each others’ bodies, appreciating every single inch of them. Her hands slide over his muscles, memorizing the dip and curve of every last one, noting each move that made him release that breathy moan that shot a tingle up her spine. She needs her lips on his again though, so she lightly tugs on his chin until he’s looking at her, and after giving him a small smile, she kisses him passionately, her tongue tangling with his in a dance that only they know. She starts at his shoulders and lets her hands travel down his body slowly, stilling their movements when they reach the waistband of his shorts. She plays with the material between her fingers for a few moments, before slowly undoing the button, and pulling the zipper down, already feeling the strain of his hard dick against his boxers.

He feels her pull the zipper of his shorts down and presses a kiss to her shoulder as she does so. He’s already hard, which is nuts because yeah, they’ve been making out, but it was only her who could get him like this, and he knew that, but it was still crazy to him. He feels her hand trail over his hard-on, still covered by his boxers, and lets out a breath, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them slowly before sliding his hands down to her shorts. He pops open the button, sliding them down her legs and letting her kick them off, then kicking his own off quickly. He slides a hand into her panties, his fingers grazing her ass, giving it a soft squeeze as he lunged back forward, kissing her slowly and easily again, tangling his tongue with hers.

fabrayyquinnn: She moans softly against his lips when his hands slip under her shirt, her fingers...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 09:30:42 -0400

fabrayyquinnn:

She moans softly against his lips when his hands slip under her shirt, her fingers digging into his shoulders. So apparently they’re going to show each other how happy they are about this, right here in the peach tree farm. (She figures she can tell him later that this has always been on a secret bucket list of hers, when the mood is lighter, and she’s not completely wrapped up in the way his lips feel.) She tugs lightly on his shirt before starting to tug it upwards, only pulling her lips from his so she could pull the item off and toss it to the side. She eagerly reconnects their lips and slides her hands over the planes of his stomach, her nails lightly scratching at the ridges his muscles formed.

He feels his shirt moving upwards, and that’s when he realizes this is actually going to happen - not that he hadn’t kind of had a sneaking suspicion, but he’d been a little sketchy about her actually wanting to do it, here, in the farm. Not anymore, though, because his shirt is off and she’s doing that thing with her nails, and god, this is fucking good. He kisses her deeper, pulling back to slip her shirt over her head and then reattaches their lips, moving his hands around to unhook her bra. He’s slightly skilled with these types of things, and gets it off quickly, kissing at her neck while she slides it off. It’s like a dance, them getting their clothes off, because nobody is in a rush - no one comes to this place, and it’s not like they have anywhere else to be, so they take their time and touch in places they would only think of touching later, after their frantic sex was over. His hand finds the curve of her neck, his lips find the underside of her chin, his fingers tease her outer thigh, and he can tell that it feels to her just as perfect as it does to him.