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We could always try it in a bath you think will be big enough to hold you?

[She needs to stop typing without thinking at this hour.]

I love you too, but some of those things are merely details I observe. I'm certain Chris or Morrigan know similar, if you ask them. You surround yourself with people who excel at noticing the smallest things.

Adalwolfe Hawke, are you suggesting you enjoy the way my hands do dishes over how they handle your cock? I never believed I'd hear it.
Read it? You know what I mean.

[...she ruined her own joke there, didn't she?]

Amelia Royer, are you suggesting we spawn together?

[ It's a good thing she can't hear him chortle to himself. And then see him drop his phone on his face accidently. ]

But I enjoy the way your hands do many things, whether my cock is involved or not.
I am partial to the times it is, though, I can't lie about that.

[She's glad he can't see the way she turns bright red. She should not be texting at this hour. Ever.]

I

am not going to answer that.

[The first smart thing she's said this whole conversation.]

I do enjoy those times above most. There's never enough time for my hands to be on it, or you in general. [Which means it's time for another bad decision.]

How long will you be up? If I make it to you in ten minutes, will you still be awake? My hands are disastrously empty.

My dear heart, for you I would stay awake until the sun was tired of crossing the sky another circuit.

[ Yes. Emphatically yes. ]

[She hadn't actually expected him to say yes. This is... unexpected, but very good. Getting out of her too damn quiet house right now feels like the best thing she could do to keep her mind steady.]

Then wait at the door for me. There's no cabs at this hour, but I know the way. I'll be there soon. Breathless, but I'll be there.

Be ready to lose yourself to my hands for a time.

More that I'm ready to find myself in them.

[ Damn he's poetic in the wee hours of the morning, or at least he thinks he is. ]

Physically, though, he's more stumbling and when she gets to his door, he's a rumpled mess that's clearly just crawled from bed. He's in boxer briefs that hug his hips and leave very little to the imagination and a loose sleeveless shirt with arm holes that dip from his shoulders all the way to his waist to the point where its more hole than shirt, but it's airy for the summer heat that's starting to creep over the city. His hair sticks up at odd angles and his beard is a bit unkempt, but the smile he gives Amelia when he sees her is radiant and earnest even if he's trying to look nonchalant leaning against the doorframe of the Cat House with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Really all the pose does is show off his enormous biceps.

Biceps he uses to pull her into an immediate embrace in order to steal a kiss as soon as she draws near.

Edited (coding) 2023-07-01 05:09 (UTC)

She's not much less of a mess when she makes it to his doorstep. Her single braid's falling apart from her pitiful attempt at sleep. Her jeans and the tight shirt she wore during the day rumpled and thrown back on for her run here. She managed to put on flats for the trip, but they're slipping off as pushes herself to the balls of her feet and wraps her arms about his neck while they kiss.

Dreams, it feels so good to forget everything and simply come here when she can't sleep. Sleep would not have happened if he'd told her no.

Her fingers are in his hair when they part for a breath, though one hand slips down his body to touch his mostly exposed chest. "I need to touch you," she murmurs against his lips. "Where doesn't matter so long as I can have you now."

"I believe there was some talk about your talented hands going very specific places," he breathes against her mouth with a bit of a hungry growl behind it, his attire making no secret of what's exactly on his mind.

Stealing another kiss, Wolfe swings them both inside and shuts the door behind them with his foot. His hands are otherwise occupied, one at her waist and the other brazenly cupping her ass, squeezing gently at that perfect handful.

The little growl and fluid way he draws her inside makes her laugh softly into their kiss, the sound cut off by his grab of her behind. "Give me space to do so, love," she teases, the hand inside his shirt slipping lower to tug at the waistband of his boxers. "I have every intention of keeping my hands on your cock the second I won't cause us both to fall over."

She won't make completely him wait until they're somewhere more stable. As they kiss again, her fingers slip into his boxers to wrap briefly around his cock to give him a heady squeeze. It's only fair and right given what she's promised, and in return for that lovely grab he's given her.

He's about to give some witty retort about space and falling over or... something, but Amelia's hand squeezing around his cock makes him gasp and shudder, curling his fingers harder into her for just a moment before immediately returning his grip to something less stinging. He'd not meant to hurt but worries his sudden grip did exactly that. He laughs, ducking his head into the crook of her neck in vague embarrassment at being so unbelievably easy. Very vague, though. How could he not be when she's so... her? Vivacious and coy and ready to have her hands on him at any moment when he knows she's usually far more hands off in general.

It fills him with appreciation and he kisses her neck, worrying little bites like punctuation. "Are you sure you don't want to just take me here in the hallway, helpless under your expert grip?"

Too tight a hold or not, Amelia's far more distracted by the sound of his laughter and the lightly cool breath at her neck to pay it any mind. She's never been one who requires being handled in a delicate way, and now's no different. It may be different from Wolfe, but if she minded every time things were different between them, she'd never get to appreciating him.

Besides, it's late, and the both of them should be asleep. What's a little slip between them if not an admission they're forgoing sleep for each other?

He presents a very good argument for not moving an inch further, one she's very happy to see to as he kisses and bites at her neck. An eager moans escapes her lips as she tilts her head to the side, offering more of herself to him. Yes, this is as far as they're going to make it tonight.

"I think you're right," she breathes, squeezing his cock again. "My legs don't seem willing to move any distance, and I don't want to either." Not when she's got her hands on him and he's lavishing her with attention in return. This is exactly where they need to be.

She leans one shoulder into him to force him against the nearest wall, stumbling after him without letting her hands off of him. Stable enough now, she pumps her fist over his cock slowly, not moving to remove his briefs. This moment is the culmination of a mess of emotions, strange thoughts, and heat, and the best way to mark that is by making more of a mess together. Of him to start, but from the way she presses hungry lips to what parts of his scars she can see on his chest while she strokes him, she's eager to have them both be a mess before they find their way to sleep.

She shoves and he stumbles, laughing as his back hits the wall. This is his favorite, no plan and no undercurrent of complications or remorse. Just enjoying each other in whatever form that takes, teasing and pushing at each other playfully and in Amelia's case stroking until he's full hard in her hand.

He shifts, pressing into her hand even as she moves it along his length, so he can wind his hands in her hair and make her look at him. It's not harsh, nothing forced about it and she can pull away easily if desired, but he wants to see that wicked grin as she teases him to the brink. Wants to taste it on his tongue.

So he kisses her, fingers tangled in dark strands, and revels in the joy of them.

She loves these moments with him, unexpected and fun as they so often are. They're both tired and know better than to push themselves, yet here they are, shunting everything that isn't each other for a little while. It's exactly what she needed tonight.

Her eyes immediately find his when he grabs at her hair, a sharp, excited breath leaving her at how unexpected it is. There's no resistance to him, her own eagerness to bring him pleasure easily winning over any other thought in her head. Why pull back when this is where she wants to be, together and with her hands on him? He can loosen her braid until all her tresses fall down her back for all she cares.

It's between kisses that another wicked thought comes to her, one she doesn't want to hold back on. She slows the pace of her hand over him as she nips at his lower lip, grinning again as she breathes against his ear.

"Is it only my hands you want tonight, Wolfe? My lips would happily work with them, if you'll let them."

At this deliciously unexpected suggestion, Wolfe's eyes fall close for a moment as if in silent prayer to steady himself before meeting her gaze again. "You know you have blanket permission to do what you will with me, love. I trust you emphatically."

Maker's breath, he needs to text her stupid things when he can't sleep more often.

"I like to hear you tell me how much you like my ideas." It also helps to hear that he's not completely averse to whatever she's suggesting. Given his reaction, she knows right away that he's as eager for what she offers now as she is to give it.

She gives him a last kiss as she withdraws her hand from his clothes, a hungry thing she barely breaks before traveling down his neck to his chest. Her lips find whatever jewelry he has in his nipples through his shirt, teasing him all the more as she sinks lower. When her knees finally touch the floor, she doesn't hesitate to pull down his boxer briefs, return her hands to his cock, and then take him into her mouth. It's intoxicating to taste him like this when her body is tired and her mind is so awake with him, and she readily pours herself into teasing him with her fingers and sucking at him with her mouth and tongue.

Every night can't be like this, she knows, but she'll happily take this one, especially if she can keep earning those wonderful sounds from him. There's little better than having all of this whenever they're together.

"You are intensely clever," he begins, now that she's professed to enjoying his praise. "Thoroughly mischievous; ready to jump on any chance for- ah! f-for turning-" He pants as she teases at his jewelry, the simple bars cold and heavy to the tongue which in turn makes him stutter. "A situation to your advantage."

He swallows and licks his lips, leaning back to look up at the ceiling instead of watch her slow decent. He'll not be able to concentrate anyway in a moment here, he'd rather try and give her all these kind words while he can.

Even if he is bunching his shirt up against his abs so she has full and easy access.

"I'm a little bit helpless for you, you know. You walk into a room and you're all I can see. Even when you're not there, my thoughts turn to you. The spill of your hair when it falls from your pin, the way your eyes sparkle when you're keen to chase down an idea. The way y-you float your hands above the shape of things, hesitant to touch, but not me. Me you grab and hold because you know I'm yours."

She takes him into her mouth and he groans, swallowing again. "Hopelessly, helplessly yours."

That's not at all what she'd meant when she said that, but it's a delightful confidence boost to hear him speak of her like this. All her most artful and pragmatic parts, and he loves all of them. They're all part of the reason he thought to text her something silly at far too early in the morning and submits himself to her experienced hands and mouth now.

It's thrilling to hear that he thinks of her so often when she's not around, too. She would never fight or ask for his thoughts if she's not with him, but knowing she's distracting him anyway is exciting. It gives her an idea to purposefully distract him someday, whether in person or with some sort of message that will inevitably drive him wild. There are so many possibilities available to her when he has such tells for how he's feeling...

Something to consider later. Her focus is decidedly on him here right now.

She hums her approval of his words around his cock, drawing her tongue along the length of him before taking him in more fully. Her fingers give the base of his cock a squeeze before she adds to the sensation with a hard suck, and the way he responds makes her shiver with glee. The whole of him is open to her right now, and she intends to enjoy every second of that feeling.

He may be hers in a hopeless sort of way, but dreams know she's equally lost in him, and nothing's going to stop her from making them both breathless and dazed in these last few hours before dawn.

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