This is getting to be a habit. [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

As promised, Charlie had a yo-yo delivered to the New York offices of the Department of Justice. She had it hand delivered, open, with clear indicators who it was for and from. Hopefully that would get it through any bomb detection fairly quickly. The rest of that day was spent furniture shopping. She spent a small fortune for very few pieces she would have to wait longer than she liked for.

Her last stop was to replace what they'd drunk and get another bottle of something wonderful. If he didn't come, they would last forever. If he didn't come, the universe would make much more sense than it did at the moment. Still, when he didn't come the first night, she worried. Not so much that he was blowing her off, but that his headache was a thing of real concern.

There was nothing in her schedule to keep her from being home in the evenings, so she settled into a pattern. As the sun headed for the horizon, she changed into loose clothes, made herself a pot of tea, and sat one of two folding chairs on the patio. The kittens played at her feet until the sun went down completely. With all the things to mull over, her mind went most often to the necklace sitting on the kitchen counter. In its way, it was easier to think about that than of the man who might or might not show up at her door.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

It took a while before she could form words, either. "Ringlets. Not pigtails, ringlets."

She wanted him to kiss her again. And again. Until neither of them could think about any of it. She knew it was one more way to hide, but in that moment she didn't care. She brushed her lips over his, shuddering hard. "You are unbelievably good at that. I can't uncurl my toes."

[lapsedsaint]

The compliment might as well have fallen on deaf ears. He wasn't listening, he was thinking, trying to remember. However, when his body registered the touch of her lips, he pulled her back into a harder, fuller kiss.

[aesthetic_mojo]

There was no good reason for her to want him as badly as she did. Except maybe the way her spine tingled when he kissed her like that. She ran invisible fingers along his sides, real ones too busy kneading at his shoulders.

When she broke out of the kiss, she pressed her face against his chest. "Wanted to talk, to make you feel better. I swear I didn't ask you up here for this." Even as she said it, her hips rocked against his.

[lapsedsaint]

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down against him as he pushed up. The layer of clothing would keep them safe, would keep them from sinning again. "I am feeling better."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She groaned thickly, loving how his hands felt as much as his cock pressing against her. Her touch expanded, phantom fingers finding one of his nipples and another pressing harder along his side. She brushed her thumb over his lips. "You confound and fascinate me. Every time."

She kept up light phantom touches, but her main concentration was his lips. First one finger, then another, brushed over the soft skin. "Every time."

[lapsedsaint]

John finally gave in, taking her finger into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against the tip, then sucked lightly at her. His hands moved up her back, up under her shirt, nails scraping at her back.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Every pull at her finger was reflected in an amplified tug between her legs. She sat up straight enough to unbutton her blouse and get it off. Her lingerie was no more substantial than before, but the ice blue made her skin glow.

"You know what that make me want to do, don't you?"

[lapsedsaint]

He locked eyes with her and nodded slowly. Adding his teeth to her finger, he groaned softly and bucked again.

His fingers hooked on the waistband of her panties and pulled at them. He let go of her finger and pressed back against the bed, bringing him up against her again.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She shook her head, smirking. It wasn't her underwear she wanted off, not yet anyway. Bending low over him, she kissed down his chest, moaning softly. "I want to taste you again." She shifted down, pulling at his underwear as she went. "Want to see you again."

She glanced up at him when she reached his belly. "Now I can say I have been imagining it. I've thought about it a lot."

[lapsedsaint]

He didn't stop her, instead lifting his hips so she could finish striping him. His hands went into her hair, tilting her face up so he could see her eyes. "Why? What makes me so special?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She was so close to her goal when he questioned her that she groaned loudly. A flattering answer would be simple. Something about how she enjoyed his long limbs or his eyes would satisfy the moment. Looking up at him, though, she couldn't do it.

"Every time I talk to you I learn something about myself. I see something new in both of us that I didn't expect." She turned and nuzzled his hand. "The closer we get, the more we could learn." She laughed. "I told you that you bring out my curiosity."

[lapsedsaint]

He cupped her cheek and gave her a real smile. "Clearly, I bring it out." He licked his lips and shifted under her. "You bring it out in me, too. Coming back was a hard thing. But I was curious as to what would happen."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She nuzzled his hand again, then dropped her head to nuzzle at his bare hip. "I wouldn't have been surprised, or blamed you, if you didn't come back. Everything here is in question somehow." She nipped at him. "Even my cats are odd."

She turned her head and nuzzled his cock. "Did you have any hopes for coming back?" She couldn't keep the amusement from her voice.

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned softly. "I hoped to find out I wasn't crazy." He looked down at what they were doing and shook his head. "I think, though, that I might be."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She nuzzled a little lower, licking at his balls. "If you are, we both are." She kept licking him, slowly moving her tongue over him from his balls up to the head. "I don't care if you always taste like this."

She glanced up at him, a burst of that curiosity hitting her. How hard would she have to tease him to get him to ask her for something specific? She added her teeth to what she was doing rather than speeding up or taking him into her mouth.

[lapsedsaint]

His eyes fluttered and he whimpered roughly. He sat up some to look at what she was doing. One hand supported his weight while the other combed through her hair.

The more she teased with her teeth, the faster he was breathing. He hissed through his teeth, working hard to focus on her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She got herself up on her knees some, knowing he'd be able to see her ass. At the same time she added phantom fingers. She rubbed at a nipple, scratched lightly over his ribs, and kneaded at his ass.

Her eyes kept flicking up to his, trying to gauge just how mad she was driving him.

[lapsedsaint]

After a few moments he groaned and dropped back to the bed. It took him a minute to find his voice, leaving him to whimper his request. "Please, Charlie. Just your two hands. Just you."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She pulled away from him, the magic first, then her mouth, until their only contact was her hand on his hip. She massaged the spot gently. "It's all me. Every touch is from me, something I want to feel or give you."

She slid the hand on his hip over to his cock and stroked him slowly. "I want you to feel good."

[lapsedsaint]

He relaxed noticeably when it was down to just her two hands. He laid back and just closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. "You do make me feel good. Better than I have any right to feel."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She whimpered. "Don't say that. Please." She moved up until she lay beside him with her head on his shoulder, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "Who knows what we deserve?"

She kissed his neck as she moved her hand a little faster. "Two hands, one mouth, my whole body. All for you right now." She swallowed hard. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

[lapsedsaint]

He nodded and turned to kiss her hair. Licking his lips, he rolled some on his side so he could touch her. His hand moved over her side, fingertips very lightly brushed the side of her breast before continuing to her hip.

"I don't understand why. Why are you letting me do this?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She arched to chase his fingers, her own tightening around his cock. "Letting you?" She groaned. "I'm two steps away from begging you."

She kissed everywhere she could reach easily--his chest, neck, jaw. She got her other hand onto his belly, trailing her nails over him. "I'm letting you do it because it feels good. Because I want to know what excites you."