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[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

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[ 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. ]

[In that case, he gets his hands on her hips so that he can help, not intending to roll her over, because he'd meant it when he said that he wanted her to ride him. Still, he'll also take fucking her over a blowjob, which means that he's happy to switch.]

I'm more than ready for you if you're ready for me.

[His voice is low and hoarse, already pushed to the edge, and he doesn't say it out loud, but he's just about ready to beg for it, if she were to tease him a little.]

[ She licks her lips again, unable to help the motion as she looks at Vasquez, raising herself to her knees and moving forward. She moves down for a moment, rolling her hips and just grinding against the length of his erection, eyes closing as pleasure shoots through her. ]

Oh, I'm ready.

[ She moans the words out, taking him in hand and teasing for a second longer before she sinks down onto him, body sagging forward a little when he's as deep as he can go, her hips moving in tiny little aborted rolls as she adjusts to him. She drops a hand to his chest, fingers digging in. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ It's been a while. ]

[When she moves like that, he hisses air through his teeth, the moan of pleasure hiding just behind his breath. He's working on impulses from there, getting his hands on her hips firmly, trying to pull her so that his dick goes deeper, so that he fills her up completely.

So that he gets all the warmth.

The only trouble with this is that he can't kiss her the way he wants, but he'll make sure he gets plenty of that after.]

Don't be afraid to cause pain. I can take it. Promise.

[ His hands just pull her closer, and Claire tips her head back with a loud breath, pleasure rippling down her spine in waves when she starts moving, using Vasquez for balance as she rocks back and forth, a flush rising up her chest.

When he talks, she looks back down, eyes only half-open as she grins. ]

You like that? Pain?

Not like, but I can take it.

[After all, he wouldn't want her to go gentle on him just because of him hissing at the wrong time. He licks his lip eagerly as he rocks his hips, trying to get a good rhythm going.]

Besides, it means that you're losing control and what man wouldn't like that?

[ Her mouth curves into a smile, a little mischievous, a little sexy. The rhythm makes her gasp, a moan rushing past her lips, unbidden, and Claire licks her lips, hooded eyes falling back to Vasquez, hands moving on his chest, palms curving along his sides. ]

You're way too coherent, right now. [ She pauses, moving a little faster, eyes closing as pleasure shoots through her. ] Must be doing something wrong.

[The shivers he feels over his skin makes him prickle with the joy of what they're doing, his brain and body catching up together because of everything they're doing (finally) and it's enough to make him feel grateful.]

Fix that, then.

[He is coherent, fairly so, but when she starts to move faster, he can feel it starting to erode. His breaths are sharper and shorter, the words on his lips, still, but not coming out.

All that eventually does is her name, moaned out, followed by a string of profanity.]

[ This is what she wants. Swear words, her name, English and Spanish mixing together on his tongue as she moves over him. She takes one of his hands and moves it up to her breast, her head tipped back, throat exposed, mouth open. The only sounds coming out of her mouth are barely anything either, just moans and his name, sometimes, tongue tripping over the end of it as pleasure builds in her stomach, shooting up along her spine, making her rhythm a little erratic.

This - yes - is all she can think. How she could keep him right here, for hours, and not get bored for a moment.

Man, she hopes he's a cuddler. She hasn't been held for a very long time. ]

[She won't have to worry about the cuddling. He's been touch-starved for so long that he's more of an octopus than anything else, glomming onto someone because he needs to hold on as tightly as possible. He works his thumb over her breast, over the nipple, but that hand is soon sliding higher to her neck to scrape his thumb and nail along the line of her neck, rocking into her.]

Come on, andale, let's go.

[He's talking to himself, prodding himself on like he would a horse, but that smirk on his face is a wicked thing as he reaches for her hand and guides it to meat of his ass that she can get at, encouraging her to grab or slap or touch.]

Claire.

[ Claire's hand is loosely wrapped around Vasquez's wrist as he moves his hand, her body arching, the to of them moving together, but not entirely in sync, making everything even better, something almost unpredictable about it. She has to let go of his wrist to hold herself on his chest again when he moves her other hand, and she's quick to grab, using the leverage to pull him deeper inside her, body jerking with his thrusts.

She opens her eyes, looking straight into Vasquez's, her noises and movements sure to tell him she's getting close, close, close. ]

[He digs his hand down into the bed, letting his back arch off the bed, a fairly lean and smooth line as he rocks his hips up, using the press of his hand to dig in and give leverage, surging up to sit up, holding her in his lap, but also where he can kiss her.

Because he's close, he can feel it, the bright heat of their bodies together, the feel of her around him. He presses kisses down her neck, eyes falling shut as he lets himself just enjoy.]

[ Claire moans - unbidden, unashamed, a little wanton because she is, she wants him closer and shows it, curling an arm around his shoulders and digging her nails in, potentially leaving a few marks there as she does, rocking on his lap faster and faster. She arches into Vasquez, holding on tight, growing louder by the second.

It’s like that, cursing and wanting and rocking that Claire comes, shuddering above Vasquez, his name and God’s mixing on her tongue as she does. ]

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