Two Ships [rp for neverwrongagent]

[posterboymarine]

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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[posterboymarine]

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

[neverwrongagent]

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."

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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."

[posterboymarine]

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."

[neverwrongagent]

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."

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

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.

[neverwrongagent]

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.

[posterboymarine]

He did react differently to each nipple, they had different levels of sensation. The more sensitive of the two made him cry out loudly and thrash a little under her. It wasn't a bad experience. On the contrary, it was an amazingly good one. But it was also close to overwhelming.

[neverwrongagent]

"Oh, God!" She almost lost her own place in what they were doing with the strength of her reaction. "Now how come I never figured that out about you?" She ran both hand over his chest, calming him a little before she pinched both again.

Of course, she tightened her thighs around him so she didn't get bucked off.

[posterboymarine]

He was going to answer her. He really was. Then she pinched him again and he howled. Someone was going to complain if she kept it up. His fingers dug hard into her her hips, holding her down even as he bucked under her again.

[neverwrongagent]

The howl was answer enough. Luckily for them, loud sex noises were hardly new in that motel. She let her head fall back so he could see that what they did affected her just as much even if she didn't make the same kind of noise. She was right on the edge, though, and it wasn't going to take much to push her over.

[posterboymarine]

He was still fighting to let her have control, even as she seemed to be pushing some of it back on him. She was going to be bruised for as hard as he was holding on. And for as hard as he thrust into her. There was no getting around it, not now.

[neverwrongagent]

Bruises were fine with her, they were something she could take back with her. They weren't anywhere that anyone else would see anyway. She leaned back down over him, nibbling at his neck for a long moment before whispering in his ear. "Give me everything. All of it. So I can carry it with me."

[posterboymarine]

Perhaps, when he was alone again, he would consider her words in a different light. But for now, all he did was nod. Then he stopped fighting. He drove into her, taking what he needed.

[neverwrongagent]

Knowing what was coming made it easier to stay with him. She wanted to feel all of his release, all of the power of it. She wasn't giving up control, she was pushing him toward what she wanted. Watching how he moved, feeling him inside her, knowing how amazing it would be, all pushed her toward her own release. She was going to fall right with him, but she didn't want him to know that yet.

[posterboymarine]

He held out as long as he could, then he cried out loudly as he came. He felt like it was over quickly, and yet it seemed to go on forever. It was damn near to floating and falling, all at the same time.