Trapped

Apr. 25th, 2020 07:06 pm
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John and Dinah had forged a partnership, as it were. John wasn't the most cuddly...but then neither was she. What mattered was that together they had a better chance of finding out what was going on. John had 'taken a meeting', as he'd called it, before he emerged from the bathroom soaking wet but with smoke rising from his charred clothes. He'd gotten information from someone he didn't trust, but knew was useful.

He and Dinah went to the old building and crept in through a broken window. Sneaking around a corner, they could see a ritual going on. Candles. Incense. Three goats and a young man, naked and bound in the center of a circle of sygils scrawled on the floor. John got out 'we have to stop...' but then leapt from hiding to charge the ritual. Dinah at his heel was just as late as John was. Candle flames flared and the boy and his goats all exploded in wet chaos. Both John and Dinah were doused head to foot in gore. A voice boomed from overhead in a language John didn't recognize and the head priest's eyes glowed.

The fight was brief. So brief it wasn't a fight at all. John and Dinah found themselves locked in a dark room. The walls were cold metal and there was no ventilation. John flicked open his zippo to take a look around. Inscribed around the door were more sygils.

"The good news," he announced, "Is I can get us out of here. The bad news is...you're not going to like it, love."

He looked at her with a dark, hungry gaze and tugged at his tie to undo it.

He clicked the zippo shut, leaving them in the dark.

Date: 2020-04-27 02:20 am (UTC)
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That mouth. Holy shit, that mouth. She knew he was gonna be a fucking champion with that mouth. No one who kisses like he does isn't a champion at eating pussy and she fucking deserves this after the day they've had.

She presses back against the cool tile and braces herself, one hand on his head and the other holding onto the little shelf they always seem to have in hotel showers. She'd never actually used one for anything before but it's so perfectly placed she's wondering if this kinda thing is actually what they have in mind when they install them. Her eyes fall shut and her smile is bright as anything as she hooks a leg over his shoulder and moans.

Date: 2020-04-27 02:52 am (UTC)
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Her fingers all tangled up in his wet hair, she makes sure not to pull even if she wants to. She has no idea what he's into and she definitely doesn't want to distract him. Not when he's hitting all the right spots like a fucking champion. Now this is a man who knows his way around and bless whatever women taught him his tricks.

The sounds she's making are getting half-way muffled by the spray of the shower, but if anything, that just makes her louder. Less self-conscious about it. She can feel herself starting to dig her nails into his scalp and she stops herself, forces her hand to relax again. Even while her thighs are starting to shake and her heart is pounding. Yeah, this is definitely one of her favorite ways to be reminded she's still alive.

Date: 2020-04-30 03:59 am (UTC)
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Cushioned by her hair, her head hits the slick tile of the shower wall and her eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering. She's pretty damn sure this is the best oral she's ever gotten from a man, and he's even putting some women to shame. Fuck that's some talent right there.

Her thighs are already shaking and by the time he serious, she's done. She comes on a half-scream, unable to stop herself from pulling his hair, and barely keeping herself on her feet.

Date: 2020-04-30 04:21 am (UTC)
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She laughs as she grabs his hand to pull him closer. Eyes focused on his lips, all plush and slick and she's aching to lick the taste of herself out of his mouth.

"You have no idea," she says before kissing him, slow and deep. Hand on his ass, she pulls him in tight, trapping his cock against her stomach and swallowing the sound that gets her. Fucking in the shower is always a risky and acrobatic exercise, but after what they've already been through today, she thinks they can make it work.

Date: 2020-04-30 05:15 am (UTC)
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Talented and clever. Considering what a shit storm the day has been, she's not sure how she's ending up so lucky. Maybe it's karma paying her back for spraying guts in her hair.

"Yes", she replies with conviction. Kissing him one more time, quickly but with feeling, before reaching behind to turn the water off. "But use a towel first. Trust me. You aren't gonna want soaking wet sheets."

Date: 2020-04-30 09:39 pm (UTC)
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She laughs and smacks him with the towel, continuing to giggle as she follows him out into the other room.

"Idiot."

After squeezing as much water as she can out of her hair, she tosses the towel aside, not taking her eyes off him. She hadn't been able to see much in the shower, and hadn't seen anything at all in the cell, so it's shocking now, getting a good look at him. So much history written all over his skin, probably quite literally. And it doesn't look like much of it was good. She can relate.

"Are they all...magical?" she asks, trying to find some other word that might fit but failing. "The tattoos, I mean. Do they give you power?"

Date: 2020-04-30 10:42 pm (UTC)
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She laughs into the kiss, she can't help herself. She knows he's serious trouble and she should have run in the other direction as soon as she found out who he was, but it's too late now. Besides, no one could ever accuse her of playing it safe. Or of having any fucking sense.

"You make a habit of getting involved in nasty business, don't you, John." She scratches her nails lightly up his back, then nips at his bottom lip. "I've tried to avoid it, but it always seems to find me anyway."

Date: 2020-04-30 11:06 pm (UTC)
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Whatever she was gonna say in reply gets lost as soon as he's got her legs open. Her brain is more than a little preoccupied with the anticipation, and with watching him glove up like a total champ. They'd be careless before, but it wasn't like they had much of a choice, and shit happens. It would have seemed ridiculous to worry about unprotected sex when she had a strangers blood and guts drying on her skin. Still, good habits are good habits and she appreciates the effort.

She gasps as he buries himself inside her and she wraps her legs around his hips, trying to get the angle right. "Yeah," she breathes against his ear. "Just like that."

Date: 2020-05-01 12:15 am (UTC)
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God damn. She can't believe how hot it is when he kisses her like that. Like it's as good as the fucking. Like he's trying to memorize her. This shit could get addictive real fast and she knows it.

She under no illusion that this actually means anything, she'd be surprised if he even remembered her name in a few years, but it's not like she could name every ex-lover so she won't hold it against him. That doesn't change the fact that she's pretty sure that unless he does something monumentally fucked up in the future, he's always gonna be welcome back in her bed. You don't say no to a man who can fuck like this.

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