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[ She turns to look at him over her shoulder with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, amused at the question. ]

I thought you wanted a drink? Changed your mind?

[So they're really doing that? Here he thought maybe the drink was going to be after, though he's not going to say that. It might come across as him being impatient, even if he is. It's been a long time coming, he thinks.]

It's your house, you're the host, I'll do whatever you like.

[That said, he moves inside to the kitchen area, sitting himself in one of the chairs.]

So, drinking it is.

[ She can't help the slightly impatient, amused chuckle she lets out under her breath as she discards scarf and jacket, draping them over the back of a chair, before following Vasquez into her kitchen. There's a knot of anticipation low in her stomach, as she realizes that she's probably going to have to make the first step, here.

She moves around the kitchen anyway, bringing the bottle and two glasses out, but doesn't pour anything. Instead, she takes her self-confidence in both hands and moves over to where Vasquez is sitting, not hesitating anymore when she straddles his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. ]

You'll do whatever I like, really? [ Teasing, a little cheeky. ]

[His eyes warm with interest when he's got her in his lap, shifting a little to make it so that he's covering as much of the chair as possible, giving her a wider base. One arm slings carefully around her waist to hold on, grinning up at her.]

I trust you to make good decisions when it comes to what you'd ask for me to do.

[With his free hand, he reaches for the bottle, but leans up towards her as he does so that their bodies are closer together. He can almost feel the way her heart beats, next to his, so close as he is.]

We shouldn't waste your good liquor.

[ She chuckles, low and warm, as she reaches up, a hand to his cheek. She leans close, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. ]

You know what I want. I've not made it a secret.

[ She hadn't had a choice, then, with the weird rain, and she could still recall the awkwardness, how much she wished then that things would have been different, then.

And they are now. They're pressed together, playing some game of chicken as to who will be the first to pull the trigger, but Claire doesn't mind. She feels like they have all the time in the world, right now. She shifts a little on his lap, hips rolling. ]

It's not going anywhere. Although, neither am I, right now.

No, I know.

[His eyes are sliding over her face, slipping from her lips to her eyes and then down over her body. He inhales sharply when she rolls her hips, but he's careful to put the bottle down on the ground, intending for it to be a celebratory drink later, maybe.]

I also don't want you to go anywhere.

[He moves both hands to her waist so he can slip his thumbs under her shirts, stroking against skin before leaning up that last little bit to kiss her, the way he's thought about for a long time, but always held back off in respect for Buffy, for trying to be a good man, but he's learned there's no point to withholding when you want.

And Claire, well, she's someone that he very much wants.]

[ Claire lets out a soft sound when his fingers find her skin, warm and callused, blunt nails raking up his scalp, carding through short hair, pressing in gently, bottom lip held between her teeth as she looks at Vasquez.

And then he closes the distance between them, kissing her, something feeling like finally erupting in her chest, quiet triumph. There's a part of her that feels like she deserves this, she's been so good, so intent on helping, on filling up her card with good deeds.

She relaxes against Vasquez, legs spreading further against his, pressing the two of them together closer still, hand dropping from his face to the collar of his shirt, slipping under to press against his collarbone.

She definitely deserves this. ]

[It's distracting for him, when he's wanted this for so long. The fabric of her shirt, he bunches up in his hands as he tries to tug her closer to him, kissing like a man who's starved and who's just had a meal put out in front of him, even though it's not like it's been that long, but maybe it has.

After all, how long has this thought been sitting in his fantasies, idling around, teasing him?]

Claire. Claire, wait.

[He eases back, eyes half-lidded. It's not that he wants to stop this, but they're in a chair and they're both still very dressed, which means that there are things they need to improve.]

I don't want to do this anywhere but your bed. I don't want to rush this.

[ The kiss grows hungry, Claire moaning against his lips as she presses closer, not finding herself nearly close enough, which is definitely a problem.

But not as much of a problem as Vasquez pulling away, though. Her stomach drops with dread - she's a strong, confident, adult woman, but to be rejected now would really suck. Thankfully, she relaxes when he mentions just wanting to go to bed, which Claire can agree with. ]

No? Plan on taking your time with me? [ Her voice is a tiny bit husky, still a little teasing. She pulls away reluctantly, standing up and offering him a hand as she makes her way down the hall to the bedroom, the blinds pulled down still, the room mostly dark. She turns back towards Vasquez, licking her lips before she takes a step back towards her bed. ]

Now, question. Are you going to get me naked, or do I have to do it myself?

[ Because see, there's rushing, and there's rushing. She doesn't want to rush, either, but she definitely wants him to be wearing a lot less than he is. ]

[He's a tall man, he doesn't want to have to fumble around on a chair just to do this. Besides, he can already feel it digging into him a little, and the bed seems like a much better place for all of this.]

I plan on having something comfortable and not having to worry I'm going to break your chair when we're fucking.

[He's blunt about it, wanting it clear of what he's anticipating happens. If she disagrees, then he'll respect it, but there's definitely going to be some upset because dios, she's a beautiful woman and he wants to be touching her. Standing by taking her hand, he rises in a smooth, powerful motion, wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her back against him, grinning against her neck before pressing a kiss there.]

Go lie on the bed, I'll start with me, then we move on to you.

[ As if she cares about breaking a chair, but - comfort does matter to Claire, as well, and his words send a zing of approval and arousal up and down her spine, making her stand straighter as they get to her bedroom. There is definitely no way she is disagreeing with his plans, her own anticipation visible in the way she bites her lip, chuckling when he pulls her to him, arching into his touch already. She reaches a hand back, curling around his neck when he kisses her, a breath escaping her, almost a moan.

She nods at Vasquez's words, her hand slipping off, taking one, two steps to her bed and turning around to sit, first, before shuffling back and lying back, only staying propped up on her elbows to be able to look at him. If he's going to strip for her, she is going to enjoy it, thank you very much. ]

You better get on with it, otherwise I might have to start without you...

You say that like it would be a shame.

[As if he'd ever complain about getting a show like that, but he's still a good enough man to follow some orders, hooking his fingers in the hem of his shirt so that he can tug it up and off, his hat tumbling off to the ground in the process. He's quick to work his gun belt off, stepping out of his boots, and the lasso is pressed reverently on top of those things.

With only his pants and underwear on, he advances on the bed so that he can rest a knee down on the edge, unbuttoning and rocking his hips forward a little.]

Your turn, I think.

[ She grins, just as much of a tease as her previous words, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt as she looks at Vasquez undressing in front of her, licking her lips involuntarily, refraining from reaching out, even though she wants to, badly.

He's lean and fit and she can see a number of scars scattered on his tanned skin, and Claire sits up when he comes closer, fingers curling in the sheets under her. At his words, she doesn't really hesitate - what would be the point? - and pulls her shirt over her head, hair wild around her head for a moment as she pitches her shirt towards her dresser.

There's no hesitation either when she does reach out, closing a hand around the waistband of his pants, as she shifts to her knees to be able to kiss him again, free hand falling to his chest and resting there, skin to skin. ]

[Vasquez goes in with the tug, not minding being mostly undressed and given the chance to look at her a little more. He doesn't mind his scars much anymore, all of them faded and no new ones earned in his time here. He turns his head into the kiss so that he can work those kisses down her neck while his palm slides up her side slowly.

Slowly, until he works his thumb over her nipple, brushing in rough circles before he leans back in for a kiss, rocking against his trousers for a little relief when the press starts to get to be a little too much.]

What are you going to do with me, Claire?

[The words are mumbled against her lips, not even daring to drift too far from the kiss.]

[ Claire can't stop the gasp that escapes her when Vasquez's thumb circles her nipple, back arching into the touch immediately. Good thing she discarded her bra along with her shirt, completely shameless as she did, and now pressing into his hand, her own pulling at his pants and underwear, tugging them down as far as she can. ]

What if I went down on you, huh?

[ It's barely a whisper, her voice low and obviously affected. There's no hesitation when she wraps a hand around his erection, keeping it loose and teasing, thumb pressing just under the head. ]

[He kicks away at the pants, bearing down over her in nothing at all but an interested smirk on his lips, a shiver racing down his spine at her suggestion. Licking his lips and bucking into her hand, he swears under his breath.]

I think I'd be a very grateful man if you put those beautiful lips on me, but hermosa, you have to know that I very much would like you to ride me.

[It's not the first time he's thought about it, but with her barebreasted, it's definitely top of mind.]

[ She smiles, smug and pleased, pushing up ever closer. ]

What makes you think I don't plan to also do that?

[ Because that was the second item on her list. Make sure he's as hard as can be before she sank down on him. It's the kind of thing she's been thinking about for a long time, after all, and the list of things she'd like to do with Vasquez is quite long, at this point.

She wraps her free hand around his neck, grinning big. ]

Lie down.

[He cocks his head to the side like a man who's just heard the best news of his life, feeling renewed and invigorated, pretty damn happy about the fact that he's going to get something out of this that's more than just his bare expectations.]

Anything for you, carina.

[He shifts on the bed, sprawling out as he lies down, giving her an anticipatory look, eager for whatever plan she's got in mind.]

[ As he lies down, Claire looks her fill, teeth worrying at her bottom lip still, taking in how good he looks and how much she wants him, how long she feels like she's waited for this. Vasquez is a complicated man, and probably one Claire should not want as much as she does - dangerous and looking for more danger all the time. But here she is, leaning over his chest, hair dragging along his skin as she kisses her way down.

With one hand, she pops open the button on her own jeans, feeling like they're in the way now - she'd rather be naked with him right now, after all, and with the other, she circles the base of his cock, brushing kisses up along the length, until she can wrap them around the head, flicking her tongue against it as she looks up at Vasquez, something almost challenging in her eyes. ]

[When she's looking, he can't help a good deal of preening, sprawling out and sliding one arm behind his head to prop it up. He might be scarred all over, but he's hardly the dirty outlaw he was when he first arrived, so he knows that he looks good enough to earn company in bed.

When she starts to undress more, his breath catches. It goes sharp and inhaled when she starts to drop kisses, and then a staggered moan happens when she starts to work her tongue, giving him that look. Chuckling hoarsely, he shakes his head and gives her an amused look.]

I'm not saying anything against your skills, don't look at me like this.

[ She smiles around him, an eyebrow arching before she moves down, bobbing her head slightly, taking him deeper into her mouth in slow and steady movements. She lets her eyes flutter closed, letting the rest of her senses take over - the taste of him, the silky skin under her fingers, regularly interrupted by the bump of a scar, the heady smell of soap and sweat and arousal, and the noises he keeps making, all of it keeping Claire going.

It won't be long until her jaw starts aching, but she doesn't even think of it, using her free hand to push her jeans down around her thighs, giving him a view of the plain pink cotton panties she's wearing. If he wants to touch, he's welcome to. ]

It's not that he hasn't had this in a while, but he's also been thinking about this with Claire, so the fantasy has been in his head. Lucky for him, reality is going a very good job of keeping up, making him pant and writhe as he reaches low to stroke his fingers through her hair, twisting and gently tugging, but never too much.

Claire.

It's exhaled, his accent running heavy over her name, scrambling to get his hands on each new inch of revealed skin, stretching long arms so he can work to stroke over her back, fingers only barely stretching to touch the panties, but he tells himself soon.

Tipping his head back, his words start to grow more babbled, heated, praising many religious figures, now.

[ She stays on him for a little while longer, taking notes of how he's moving, the noises he's making, keeping them in her head in case - well, in case this is a one time thing. Which it could be, after all, they've always talked about how casual they both were.

But after a while, after she can feel him, hard and ready against her tongue, she slips off with a wet, obscene noise and steps off the bed to kick off the rest of her own clothes, and just looking at him sends spikes of arousal down her chest, low in her stomach. She presses her thighs together as she reaches down into the nightstand for a condom, opening it with no hesitation and moving over to straddle his legs, naked and wanting and a little impatient, now. ]

Ever worn a condom before, cowboy?

[He makes a face, because it's not like he'd heard of them much before he got here, but Buffy had been very good at explaining all this to him, even if he doesn't like it at all. At the same time, he understands that it's not right to go around making women pregnant, now that there's something to stop it.]

Yes, yes, fine.

[He makes a grabbing motion with his hand, not exactly wanting to delay anymore, especially not when they're so close right now. Groaning low in his throat, he takes a long look at her, thinking that he's crazy for not wanting to have all this sooner.]

Does that mean no more blowjob?

[ Claire can't help the way she holds her shoulders back a little, letting him look at her as she rolls the condom down on him, hands quick and precise. She shuffles forwards with a tiny smirk on her face. ]

Well, I could continue with the blow job, but if I don't have you inside me in the next few seconds, I am going to lose it.

[ Which is not a lie - she feels like she's been waiting forever, she's turned on beyond belief, fingers digging into his hips as she holds herself up. ]

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