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“One night,” he whispered into her lips.
“One night,” she answered, meeting his over and over. She’d say anything.
Timid but deft fingers opened the buttons on his waistcoat, one by one until her palms could run down his sides, then up his back. He pulled her against him while keeping his hands at her sides, as if making sure she knew she could back out. In case she changed her mind; in case she would regret this.
“Stop thinking,” she insisted with her hands pushing him backwards. His calves hit the bed and he let out a small sound as he sat down. It made her smile. It set her heart a flutter and she felt her hands shaking until she brushed them through his hair.
He was looking up at her with a flushed face and pupils like plates. She brushed away a stray curl and slowly kissed his lips swollen.
Like a rope that she tightened, his hands sprawled across her back and pulled her close, digging into soft skin. He raked his fingers down, bringing with them the shirt she’d unbuttoned. Their lungs turned heavier, boiling with want and lack of oxygen as his lips left hers, dragging down her neck instead, leaving pink marks in their wake. He brought her to his lap and she pressed herself against him, arching her back and spreading legs to feel every bit of him.
She pushed her hands in between them, searching for his belt when he pulled away. Wide emerald eyes stared back at him. “Is… Is it okay?”
He smiled shyly, brushing away the stray fringe from her forehead. “Yeah,” he swallowed, “Lie down first.”
“What?”
“Trust me,” he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, kissing the lobe of her ear. It sent a spark down her spine. Her throat was dry and she felt deprived of his warmth as he guided her to lie down on the sheets.
She didn't think she could feel shy or self-conscious about her body, but with Jane helping her out of her pants, hands roaming across her skin like it was his favourite thing to do, she knew she was red in the face.
He kissed the inside of her knee, her thigh, hip bone and ribs until he finally reached her breasts. She took in a shaky breath when his lips sucked in soft flesh, followed by his soothing tongue. He raked his fingers down her thighs, palming her ass and parting her legs, his fingers seeking out wet heat he’d caused. Stroking, caressing and teasing soft skin and hot flesh.
In her head, Lisbon wondered if she ever came from just foreplay but now that she was thinking about it, their entire relationship was foreplay. Every toothy grin, every flirtatious compliment, every glint in his eye was a grain of sand being collected on a vast desert of them. They laid there, burned by the sun to crimson red, until the clock of tonight was tipped, letting the sands barrel through. He pumped a finger into her heat, sucking a bruise under her ear, bringing her back from far-away thoughts. Demanding full attention from every fibre of her that was currently on fire.
She undressed him with impatient hands and he barely managed to kick off his shoes when she pulled him on the bed. Severing the kiss for a fleeting moment, he licked his fingers and she felt her insides turning molten as he crashed his lips against hers again.
“I don’t,” he muttered, voice heavy as his hands held her hips. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She had to say it twice because her chest was heaving, her sex thrumming against his leg. She threw her hand at the nightstand, looking for the drawer handle while Patrick kissed a path down her jaw, his length pressing against her. Air was gone from her lungs and blood from her head. Clumsily, her hand knocked a lamp off the table and finally opened a small drawer. His hand met hers, taking the packet and tearing it with his teeth.
He kissed the shell of her ear as he sank inside her. Dull nails indented his back, her voice got taken away from her, slithering up his collarbone in a breathy moan. She picked herself up on her elbow, fisting a hand in his hair to see him; his blue eyes in the dim light. Watching her with devotion, his own mouth slack with a heavy breath, his lips wet with spit. He held her close by her lower back, brushing his other hand through her hair to hold her by her crown, guiding her lips back to his as they found a rhythm.
He didn’t rush. He pulled out of her almost all the way and met her hips perfectly as she chased him, burying himself back inside. It was so beautifully slow, stretching her pleasure, building it up with every thrust. She felt like they were one, perfectly in sync, hot skin against hot skin bound by sheen sweat and breathless, soundless words. He was winding her up like a toy, one hot sticky kiss at a time.
Feeling it coming on, she laid back on the bed, arching her back as his hand came down on her belly, pressing just above her pubic bone. He spread his fingers in her soft hair, nurturing gentle pressure as he pumped into her until she was moaning out loud, helplessly scrambling for the bedsheets to hold. He could feel her orgasm, feel it engulf him and hear her voice crack as she hit that high. He didn’t slow down, guiding her through it to the very end, egging her on to see it through completion.
With a heaving chest, she managed to finally open her eyes to see him smiling from ear to ear. She located the closest pillow and threw it - albeit very weekly - at his face.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he whispered as he lowered himself and kissed her cheek.
Her red, sweaty face donned a weak smile, lips already seeking him while she wrapped her shaky legs around his waist. Hooking her thigh, he steadied her around him and slowly picked up pace, thrusting into her until her breathy moans turned into horny little whimpers and until she was pushing against him, positioning her pelvis just right. He smiled into her neck, his head resting against the pillow next to her as she pulled him closer still, overfilling the rapids coursing through him ever since the first moment he’d touched her. His release came in her embrace, a breathy moan muffled by her skin.
Bravely holding his weight off her, he managed to lift himself on his elbows in spite of his racing heartbeat and heavy lungs, and found her green shiny eyes in the dark, her dark lips curled to a smile and her skin glowing with his own sweat. She kissed the tip of his nose and he smiled again. Why was he doing that so much? He kissed her back, on the lips, then on the cheek and on the forehead and she laughed - in the way he loved that showed her canines. He smiled again. He wanted to hear nothing but her laugh. He lifted himself off her, kissing her belly and thigh on the way.
Somehow - he had no idea how - he managed to keep the thoughts at bay. They cleaned themselves up. He watched her come out of the shower and she did a little spin for him. His cheeks hurt from being spread in a smile.
He knew Lisbon. Maybe better than she sometimes knew herself. Now, he knew Teresa as well. He knew the pattern of her breath, the sound of her pleasure and the give of her skin. He knew she liked to bite lips and that she looked otherworldly lying on the bed with her hair spread around like a halo. He knew she smiled the same way Lisbon did. He belonged to Teresa Lisbon.
Sitting on the bed in his pants and shirt, he didn’t find it in himself to fight her hands as she took the shirt off again. “It’s not morning yet,” she whispered to his ear. He laid down again and she curled herself against him like she was custom made for him.
He traced her face in the yellow motel light, barely touching the line of her brow bone, cheekbones and her cupid’s bow, and chuckled when she started smiling and her beautiful nose scrunched up. Her thumb caressed the bruise on his cheek, careful not to hurt him, and she brushed through his curls, winding them around her fingertips.
If only the sand stopped falling.