pillowtalking | hey mister carter

[ It's a scouting practice gone wrong in the mountains in winter. Inside a lone cabin, they're already huddled next to each other. Coats and and any blankets found within the cabin are drawn about each other so that they can be classified as one giant bundle. That's basic survival 101 when the temperature is below freezing and they're losing heat fast. While good for the first twenty minutes or so for retaining warmth, it's proving difficult to fight off shivers and chattering teeth.

She looks to their fire-- the flames are pathetic, the last of the dry wood threatening to extinguish every second. Likewise, the looming sense that slowly their bodies will be overcome with frostbite continues. What can the do--? They must survive this, and for that they need more heat, and---

.... ]

H...hey... L-levi. [ There's one last resort. Surely he must know it, too. If they... if they just be adults about this, it'll all be fine. She'll give him a shake. ] Levi. [ Hopefully he hasn't started sleeping from hypothermia yet. ]

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Hell yeah it's fucking good.

[What was that about being professional about this? It's good sex, even Levi can admit that, especially with Zoe on his cock, grinding down onto him just right. Even with her long hair messier than usual, her sweating and dripping all over him in more ways than one, Levi finds it all hot. He'll want to wash up right after this, but during sex? It's more of a turn on than he'd ever admit.]

[Levi's talkative during sex, it comes with the territory alongside his usually dirty mouth, but right now it's mostly dissolving into low swears and grunts as he gets closer to climax, rutting his hips up into her with less finesse than he had at the beginning, his fingers digging harder into her hip as his other hand moves to the small of her back, gripping at sweaty skin, nails leaving harmless white scratches.]

[ They fit and move well together, she realizes in the back of her mind, but the thought is quick to perish with another thrust of his hips. She can feel all of him this way, moving in and out. The barest but necessary friction sliding past wet, compressing walls provides the base of the motivation to move more quickly and harder. She's breathing is labored, a soft guttural sound escaping her more often.

Then she jerks suddenly as he hits a certain spot-- good, yes, more-- each thrust accompanied with a short gasp, as if she can't quite find enough air to express what she's feeling. Then that moment comes, the moment when ecstasy wins out and it becomes difficult to focus on the motion of her body itself, simply letting the feeling guide her hips as thighs squeeze him, as her back arches and she slowly tilts her head back, and as her nails dig into his sides as she holds him.

Yet she won't let herself feel wonderful with him. Remain detached-- that's all she must do and what she has done throughout their escapade... except for a brief moment where she couldn't restrain her feelings during that climax. Cold has been the look in her eyes, insincere has been her expression and smiles until now, but for an instant it's replaced with something else-- something gentle and fond, perhaps-- as she looks down at him, continuing to press heavily down upon him until he finishes. That is, before she realizes what she's doing, why she's doing it, and just who she's with-- for then she glances away. ]

[He's not expecting that look, when she comes. He feels her clench up around him and spasm and he's happy he got her off, he is because that was the point of all his ministrations earlier and Levi can't help but feel a bit of pride. Sure, his dick is wet, but it just wouldn't be right if his partner was left without.]

[But he still isn't expecting that look from her, and when she looks away, so does he, throwing an arm over his eyes as he ruts harder up into her, letting go now that she's come and with a low, guttural fuck, he thrusts into her body deep as he orgasms. His mind goes blank and he floats, and he may have said her name (or someone else's?) so quietly under his breath, but it didn't matter now...]

[ She feels him experience that release within her, that familiar sensation of being filled adding just more to the aftereffects of pleasure. She's not sure why, but she wouldn't have minded that whisper being her name then. Best not to dwell on it. And....Now that the euphoria is over-- like all good things, over too quickly-- the weight of the situations is more obvious. She realizes that it probably wasn't necessary for them to go all the way. Well, that's a shameful thought, if only for the implications.

Out of that sweet, content feeling of exhaustion, she finds herself leaning forward onto him, pressing her chest to his, before finally moving off of him to be by his side. She keeps one leg linked with his, pulling the covers back towards them. Normally she would be out of here. She would have changed and left him alone. But that can't be done in this coldness. (Thankfully, it seems that whatever cold front outside isn't as bad as it was a few minutes ago. How convenient.) So she stays with him, if only for the fact they still should conserve heat. After some prolonged moments or so of catching her breath and waiting for him to do the same, she breaks the silence. ]

Aah, finally it's warmer now. [ What a forced smile that is in her voice. ] At least...aha. It feels that way, you know?

Tch. Yeah.

[Levi's much the same way, he'd rather be up and out of bed already to shower off, but it's warm in their little nest of blankets, she's still warm around his softening cock-- nngh, was, he grunts as she slips off of him and rolls onto her side.]

[He catches his breath and lays back fully, stretching a little. Her skin is hot against his, and he can't help but keep am arm around her while they lay there, to keep her warmth.]

We should still wait until morning, to head back.

[ It's not. Unpleasant, lying here with him. It's warm, and that's what counts most. Warmer than they started, and it seems the worst of the storm has passed, as well as that gripping coldness. ] Won't it be morning in a few hours anyway?

[ A smirk, a sigh. She speaks lazily, masking discomfort. ] I... believe it's safe enough to fall asleep. You can go ahead if you want; if it gets cold again I'll wake you. [ There's no way she can sleep right now. There's too much on her mind, plus there's that awkward, raw feeling seeping out from between her legs. ]

I can't fucking sleep on missions.

[It would make this more awkward, but he just can't. The paranoia of being in the Scouting Legion doesn't really allow it.]

It was all right though. This. All things considered.

Really? Neither can I. [ Huh. She doubts anyone could. ]

[ She bites her bottom lip. She's going to feel guilty if she doesn't say something. ] ...It probably didn't have to go that far. Extra warmth from the body-- just.... arousal is needed. That's all.

That's what I'm fucking saying. It didn't have to, but I didn't fucking mind it either.

[He looks away, just huffing out a sigh.]

O...oh.

[ Wow she can be dense with these things. ] I suppose, then... I didn't mind it either. [ Geez fuck why is she so red now. These kinds of situations, man, they throw her off. ] It was an innocuous result.

hey mister carter

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WOW THIS IS SO LATE

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