Dinner and discussion [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte made a simple dinner, but she did make it rather than getting take out. It was still warm enough to serve it out on the patio, so she set that table complete with wine and candles. She wanted dinner to be as pleasant as she could make it.

The kittens cooperated, thanks to a healthy serving dished up in the kitchen just for them. Over the meal, Charlotte made herself tell a light, amusing story about an old client. When they were done, she cleared the table, leaving John to enjoy his wine and the sunset.

She cleaned up in the kitchen, letting him decide when he was ready to come in and talk.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

Even half addled from the kiss, she knew full well she went pale as she searched his face to be certain he was joking. When she hit eighty percent, she whimpered. "You win. No Salem."

She ran her hands down his back, then slid one down the back of his pants. Pulling him against her, she brushed her lips against his, the kiss barely there compared to his assault. "You don't fight fair."

[lapsedsaint]

He smiled against her lips and nodded. "I have to have some way to level the field, you know." Pressing more fully against her, he shifted to whisper in her ear. "We can go, if you want."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She nuzzled his neck, nipping him gently, and made more room for him between her legs. Her other hand worked under his belt and she rocked her hips against him. "I'll be good if we do. It could be fun to be silly about it all."

It would be also be fun to ravage him on the floor, something she seriously considered for a long moment as she worked at his neck.

[lapsedsaint]

Pressing more fully against her, he moaned against her ear. "I can't promise that I'll be good, you know." He nipped her earlobe. "Although, I feel that I should tell you something."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She bucked into him, her nails digging into his backside. Exhaling slowly, she braced herself for his revelation. "God ahead,darling. You can tell me anything."

[lapsedsaint]

He ground even more against her, urged on by her nails. "Don't hate me. But classes are only required if we marry in the Church."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She sagged under him, whimpering. "You are the worst, most evil tease in the whole world and I'm going to--" She couldn't come up with anything bad enough so she nipped his neck hard, sucking and pulling so she'd leave a mark. "You know in my church people usually get married under the full moon, naked, with drums everywhere."

That was a flat out lie. Her family tended fairly mainstream civil marriages with big receptions, but no need to tell him that at the moment.

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned at the nip and bucked against her. "Liar." He pulled back and reached between them to squeeze one of her breasts, then reached down to start on her pants.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"I am not a liar." She contorted under him to give him more room without loosening her grip on his ass, groaning in frustration that she hadn't worked out how to do the disappearing clothes trick. She had to work on that. "Mother's Channel couture looked very nearly naked."

[lapsedsaint]

"That's not the same thing." He got her pants unfastened and pushed at them with a growl. Then he went to work on his own. Since they'd been on the floor, he'd been fighting an urge to just strip her naked and take her right there. Now, the naked wasn't necessary. Just taking her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She helped work his pants off his hips before shifting to get hers further off. "It's close. If I had pictures I'd show you. She was stunning. Very mod." When she felt his bare thighs against hers she left everything else to him but the kiss.

Lacing her fingers behind his neck, she pulled him down so she could press a brutal kiss. The rising and falling levels of emotion from their whole talk drove her to seek the certainty of contact.

[lapsedsaint]

He growled in the rough kiss and got things out of the way enough to be able to get everything to work right. He very nearly drove into her, more certain of what he was after then he had been any previous time they'd been together.

John was almost rough. Almost. He started to move immediately, working against her as he tried to get more out of the kiss.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Closing her eyes tightly, she worked hard to temper herself. Her hands clenched behind his neck, the nails digging in more to remind herself not to use her ability to claw at his back. His eagerness flipped a switch in her and she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep from ripping him apart.

She wanted to plead with him, to tell him he could take anything. Instead she opened for him, pressing her heels against the floor and lifting her hips into his thrusts. If she couldn't tell him, she'd simply give.

[lapsedsaint]

His groan deepened when she started pushing back. He gave a rough shudder, then pulled back from her lips. His weight up on his hands, John started moving harder, pumping deep and fast.

Pants for breath broke his words. "Talk to me. Tell me what you want."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She tightened her hands around his neck, lifting up to get his lips back. "You. Fuck, I want you."

It was no answer, but it was all she could get out at first. Then she was aware of how he pressed against her clit every time he thrust and how the muscles on his arms and chest flexed. "Want you deep." She bucked into him, crying out at the pleasure pain of it. "Deep, hard. Please."

[lapsedsaint]

He nodded and bowed his head for another kiss. He stayed up on his arms, though, keep the angle right as he sped his hips. He was caught between him and the floor, each thrust forcing her against the carpet.

He was holding tight control over himself, focused solely on giving her what she wanted.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She pushed back, grinding into him during those all too brief moments his hips were against her. Her hands moved down his arms, nails dragging hard. She bit at his lip so hard she had to pull away and be sure she hadn't done any real damage.

Assured that she hadn't maimed him, she let her head fall back. She pushed up hard enough to bounce into him and cried out. "So good, fuck. Yes." She closed around his cock as she came, shuddering with each pulling contraction.

[lapsedsaint]

He continued to move as she came, slapping into her a little harder through those moments. Then he was gone. He pulled out of her and moved, working to get her on her knees, her ass in the air.

The moment he had her there, he was back inside her, driving her forward with each thrust. He had a hand on her shoulder and one in her hair, his eyes closed as he moved.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She almost fought him, she was so surprised by his actions. Even when she understood what he wanted, she struggled to keep up with him. Then he was inside her, taking more than he ever had. She swore to herself she'd ask him very politely what the fuck had possessed him, but for those first few moments all she could do moan.

When she got some small level of control over herself she reached back for him. Not with her hands, if she moved them she'd plant face first in the rug. That still left her with so many options she had to decide between pulling at his ass to get him even deeper or scratching at his chest and back.

The next thrust made him pull her hair sharply and she went with scratching, dragging phantom nails down his back.

[lapsedsaint]

The scratches, a complete surprise, despite the fact that it shouldn't have been, broke his control. The temperature in the room plummeted as he moved faster.

He didn't last much after that, howling as he came,. The feel of the orgasm floored him, more intense than he'd had in his life. His body shook with it before he collapsed over her, barely catching himself before he forced her to the ground. His body covering hers, protecting her from the cold, he panted roughly in her ear as his cock continued to twitch.

[aesthetic_mojo]

He finished so quickly she didn't notice the cold until he was over her. An exposed bit of hip and one shoulder chilled quickly. She was too stunned by the force of his climax to care much about anything but having him close. Finding one of his hands, she dragged it to her lips. She rubbed against it, not ready to stop moving yet but certain any more thrusts would kill them both.

Her mouth formed the words to somehow thank him for the extraordinary sensations, but only a tiny whimper came out.

[lapsedsaint]

He gave a little shiver, then started kissing her neck and shoulder. That she even managed a whimper impressed him. He couldn't even come up with that. He was far too busy trying to catch his breath.

His eyes closed, lips against her shoulder, he mouthed the words 'I love you' but didn't manage to get any volume behind them.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She turned her head to try kissing him, but all she got was bit of his ear before she gave up. Not enough of her physical control was back for that. She could use her mind to lightly pet his back, although every touch made her whimper again.

Her first thought, when she thought she could form words, was to ask about the sudden burst of passion. Whatever brought it on, she wanted to know how to trigger it again. "What--?" She swallowed. "What did--?" She gave up on that, too, not sure how to put it.

[lapsedsaint]

He lifted his head slowly and kissed her cheek. "What was that, baby?" The words sounded strained, he was still out of breath.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She whimpered a laugh and squeezed his hand. Realizing he wouldn't be able to answer her any more clearly than she could ask, she closed her eyes and pressed into him. Her question could wait until they remembered their names.

As they slowly recovered, she began to feel the cold. She was sweaty, which didn't help. Without asking him, she reached for the small throw on the back of the sofa and let it fall over their hips and the arm he wasn't on. Once she felt a little warmer, she tried again. "What got into you?"