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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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[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. ]

[If he weren't so determined to have it like this, he'd roll them over so that he could thrust deeper into her, but he likes this too, this part where she rides him like he's a stallion, ready to be tamed. Part of him is even grateful for the fact that he's had a chance to stem the worst of his touch-starved condition before her, because he'd hate to disappoint Claire by shooting off too quickly.

When she comes, though, when she moans his name, he buries his face in her neck, grateful and reverent, breathing her in with slow kisses.]

CLaire, hermosa, a little more...

[He keeps his hands on her, refusing to let go, because he doesn't want to, not yet. He's not quite there, he just needs a little more.]

[ At his words, pleading and soft, Claire forces herself to keep moving, body still wracked with shudders as she feels the drag of his cock inside her, bound to make her feel over stimulated at some point soon. She feels the skin of his back break under her fingernails when she racks them down along his spine, holding on for dear life as she rocks, lips closing for a second around his earlobe before she lets go, panting against his ear. ]

Come for me -

[ She whispers the words in Spanish, voice raw and needy as she rocks against Vasquez, hard and fast, letting all of her feelings out into the way she moves against him, any inhibitions gone entirely. ]

[He buries his face into her neck, to hide the expression on his face, to muffle his sounds and words, but he can't do much more than this. Even then, she'll feel the way he inhales so sharply against her skin, along with the ragged cry that escapes him as he does come, prompted and easily tumbling over the edge for her.

Fuck, he'd known that it would be good, but maybe he hadn't expected how good.

Letting out a small, keening whimper, he wraps his arms around her waist, not wanting to let go.]

You have one more in you?

[It's a hoarse, low question, but he feels like it needs to be asked, because otherwise, he's going to pull her down under the covers and burrow in.]

[ His coming inside her makes Claire shiver, rocking her hips to take as much of him as she can, lips parted, breathing harsh and loud in the quiet of her bedroom. But it’s his words that make her moan, put her forehead down against his shoulder as her thighs give another jerk, muscles working involuntarily. ]

Yes, [ she replies, breathlessly, right against his skin, because she does. She wants it, her body singing, yearning for more, for his touch and anything else he’s willing to give her, right now. She feels loose, pliant, wanting. ]

Yeah, I do. What do you want to do?

You stay there.

[He eases her off of him, as gently as he can, grumbling when he has to figure out what to do with the condom, but he manages to tie it off enough to throw it towards something that looks like a trash before he uses the leverage of her hips to get her body on the bed, working his way down so that he can nudge her thighs apart.]

What do you think, this is fine?

[It's teasing, because he really can't see how she'll disagree.]

[ And there she stays until he moves her, laying her down on the bed with a goal she can already see, making her relax against the sheets, stretch her arms above her head, eyes unfocused on the ceiling. Her thighs spread easily when his hands part them, and she knows she’s still wet and hot, wondering if that is exactly what he’s after.

She sighs out a content chuckle, nodding, more to herself than him. ]

Oh, this is more than fine.

[ She hasn’t realized how much she wanted to feel his mouth on her until this very moment, but it makes her suddenly impatient. ]

[He cocks his head to the side, like he's so self-satisfied with his decision that even though no one's going to see it, he feels intent on bragging about it, even silently. Once, a long time ago, a whore had told him that the best way to please a woman was to say a Hail Mary down there.

Vasquez doesn't exactly recite that, but he works his tongue like he's praising Claire, his fingers pressing hard against her hips so that she'll have proof, tomorrow, of what they did here today.]

[ At the first touch of his tongue, Claire gasps, sensitive and reactive. She relaxes into the sheets further, pressing her hips down closer to his mouth, exhaling in long, drawn-out, pleased moans of contentment. The way his fingers hold on to her hard enough to bruise feel like a good retaliation to the scratches she’s dug on his back, but it doesn’t stop her from rocking her hips a little anyway.

She reaches up, toying with one of her nipples with one hand, the other burying itself in Vasquez’s hair as she moans louder, arching her back in an attempt to get more, more, more. ]

[It's been a very long time since he had a woman like this. In his outlaw days, there'd been no one, and before that had mostly been whores or men that he could have a tumble with, but never anyone that he wanted to impress so much.

Every once in a while, he lets his gaze flick up to her chest, watching as she touches herself. Still, even that isn't something he can think about, because when her fingers sink into his hair, he finds his eyelids fluttering, losing a little control himself as he works his tongue faster.]

[ She’d like to say she doesn’t want, or need to be impressed, but she knows it’d be a lie. She wants him to be good, to make her come, multiple times. She wants to come back to him time and again, because she likes Vasquez and she doesn’t want to be disappointed.

And so far, she’s got to say, she really isn’t. Her fingers massage his scalp more than anything else, tiny presses this way and that, suggestion than guiding him, because he’s got her on the ropes already, panting, arching, hips rocking up and down and moving against his mouth. She’s loud about it, too, uncaring now if any of her neighbors hear them. ]

Oh yeah you - I’m - [ She bites her lip, groaning as the tension builds. ]

[Every time her fingers dig deeper into his scalp, touch his hair a little more, he's moved to moaning, which in turn only helps what he's doing (and where he is), and it's more than a little bit of an aphrodisiac, driving his tongue and working it a little harder, a little more enthusiastically, and maybe just with a little less control.

He's always been jealous of women for this, because while she's ready to come again, he's nowhere near able to, but he wants to bring her off as best as he can and he's not going to take failure for an answer.]

[ There is no way this would result in failure. She's completely lost in the sensations, the heat, the way his tongue moves against her, the way he moans, just making it all stronger, vibrating just right against her clit. She rocks and writhes and moans, herself, pressing against his mouth, asking without words for him to fuck her with his tongue, just like that, just - ]

Just like that!

[ Claire shudders, hairs raised all over her body as she arches, getting close enough she can taste it, now. ]

[Now that she's moving like this, making demands known like that, Vasquez can't stop. He might not even unless she asked him very firmly, but right now, there's nothing more that he wants than to really fuck her with his tongue, determined as he works her, his every stroke and curl and lick a deliberate, hard thing, sliding his hand down so he can have a little help, just a little.

Might as well make sure he's paying her all the attention he can, otherwise she might not be satisfied.]

[ With the help of his fingers, with the hard work of his tongue, it isn't much longer until Claire is shaking apart again, her whole body jerking as she comes, her fingers tight in his hair now, pulling to the point she spares a thought about how she might be hurting him.

She's loud, too, his name and God's on her tongue, her voice broken, cracking on the words. ]

[When he eases back a little, the tug on his hair is even harder than before, but it only makes him smirk a little wider, a little more wicked for what he's been doing. When she's finished and he's cleaned her a little, he eases back and sprawls at her feet, absently tweaking her toes teasingly.]

If you give me a minute to get myself together, I'll get a cloth, then we can decide never to move again for the night.

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