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Two Ships [rp for neverwrongagent]

After the call, he'd said he would stay put. And he did, right until he got word of where she was coming in. Then he throw his things back into his bag and made his way to the nearest Couch Canada station. He took the bus and found the cheapest motel he could. He got a room on the backside of the building, and he waited.

He tried to sleep, something he'd been mostly unable to do since he'd called her. But every time he closed his eyes, he imagined he felt the burner phone vibrate and he jerked awake. Finally, he just gave up and turned on the TV. It didn't manage to hold his interest, at all, but it was background noise.

With that noise quieting the doubts in his head, he waited.

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That wasn't a position they'd done much of before, except for on the couch which was too awkward to really count. At some level she understood the significance of it, but she didn't want to think about it too much. She didn't want to think about anything too much. This moment was for feeling, for connecting on that level they had found so unexpectedly in the rain.

She worked her way down his throat to his chest, lightly kissing the scars that continued to fade. If only it were as easy to erase the ones inside. She flicked her tongue over his nipple and looked up to see his reactionl

When she started kissing him, his eyes fluttered shut and he arched under her. Then her lips were on his nipple and he didn't bother to contain his moan. His fingers caught in her hair and he held on, not pushing her at all, but instead encouraging her to use him more.

She didn't laugh, but she did grin against his skin. Moans, encouragement, anything but the sorrow she'd gotten when he arrived was a victory. Rubbing slightly against his hand so he'd know she liked that, she moved down a little to reach the line of his ribs. They were more visible than she liked, but she didn't let that show as she nibbled on him.

"So sweet." It was a silly, meaningless thing to say, but she meant it.

He rolled his eyes at her, under closed eyelids. She couldn't see it, but she had to know he'd done it. He chuckled softly at her. "Liar."

She reached down so she could pinch his side, wanting to feel him jump under her. "No. No secrets, no lies." She nuzzled at his chest to soften the words. "Sweet to me. You know that."

"I know." He tugged just a little at her hair. "No secrets, babe. Not anymore." She knew it all. She knew more than he did, now.

She turned and rubbed harder against his hand, then worked her way back up. By the time she reached his jaw, she'd adjusted how she sat so she could trap him and let him feel her growing heat. "Just us." That's how they did best.

She nipped at his jaw. "Not used to all this fuzz."

He rubbed against her hand. "It doesn't itch anymore. Well, not me, anyway." He knew she didn't like it. But there was little to be done about it. "What would you change?"

It wasn't that she didn't like it as such. She didn't have anything against beards. Looking at him thin and sad, though, with the beard was hard. She pulled back a little and looked at him. "That's way too broad a question." She laughed. "Way too broad."

"About the beard." He winked up at her. "Just talking about the beard right now."

Carrie sat up a little more, shifting more so she could rub against him that to get a better angle. She cocked her head to consider him. "Longer, but not much." She scratched at his jaw like scratching a cat. "Probably wouldn't look good darker."

He bucked under her. "You want it longer? I'd have thought shorter. More trimmed, maybe." Of course, she kept moving like that and they wouldn't be talking about his beard for much longer.

She pressed her hips down into him, forcing him back down onto the bed. "A little bit, so it gets fuller." She traced a finger over where the beard ended on his cheek. "But still neat. Not shaggy at all." Never shaggy.

He nodded. "I'll work on that." He bucked again, wanting to feel that push back from her. It was so close that he moaned with his need.

He got what he wanted. She shifted her hips again, widening her stance so she could press harder against him. At the same time, it made him rub against her, making her shudder. "You do that. That would be excellent." She started rocking slowly, teasing them both. "Really outstanding."

He shifted a hand to her hips, massaging as he tried to urge her to take him. "Please, Carrie? Don't know how much longer I can wait."

She watched him for a moment, then smiled as sweetly as she ever has as she shifted her hips so she could take him inside her. Her eyes never left his as he filled her. She did moan thickly, though, shuddering again at how it felt to be connected.

She stayed there for a long moment, her smile never fading. "So sweet."

Arching up under her, he moaned softly. His eyes opened and he looked up at her, answering her smile with one of his own. The hand on her hip squeezed at her as his other hand slid to her lips. He traced his fingers over her lips with a smile as he arched under her again.

Any other couple in this situation would be tearing at each other, desperate to prove something. Not them. They went for tender. She let him explore her features for a moment, then flicked her tongue over the tip of his finger as she started moving.

She rocked her hips slowly, keeping him deep in her, flexing her muscles over him the whole time. Every shift and twist of her hips cut right through her.

He couldn't keep watching her. But he also couldn't look away. He, they, needed this so badly that he didn't want it to end. Which meant he had to keep it together a little while longer.

She could feel the tension in him. She'd always been hyper aware of how he reacted anyway. It might have been from watching him so closely before they actually met, but she liked to think it was because they were suited to each other. To give him something more to focus on, she leaned down to kiss him, using the shift in position to let her lengthen her strokes above him.

He moaned into the kiss and bucked once under her. Then he got himself back under control. This was her show, right now, because they both needed that. He didn't want to suddenly take away the control he'd given her, the control he'd needed to give her.

She grinned against his lips at the way he jerked under her. It was hard not to want to make him do it again. And again. She ran her hands over his side and chest, groaning happily when she felt how his body moved. She brought one hand up and started pinching one of his nipples, twisting slightly.

She really wanted him to keep bucking like that.

At the twist of his nipple, he bucked even harder under her. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her down hard against him. She kept doing that and he was going to keep bucking like that. He'd have no choice.

She laughed against his lips, then sat back up so she could watch him react. First one nipple, then the other, just to see if he reacted differently. At the same time, she pressed herself hard onto him, wanting to feel that thrust as hard as she could.

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