[location: John Everton's House]

[aesthetic_mojo]

[Note, this is closed and might get all adult and stuff. You have been warned! Also? I blame it on Cordy.]

Charlotte turned off her tablet and put her head down on the table in front of her. Between all those lovely questions at the party and Cordy repeatedly saying 'your guy,' Charlotte needed a drink. Or a nap. Or a drink and then a nap. And then another drink.

Instead, she made herself get up and go looking for John. There was so much from the last few days they hadn't talked about at all. Somehow they seemed to have fallen into a routine where they didn't talk about life outside the house much. It was as if they both worked high stress jobs they didn't want to bring home. It made for a pleasant life, but eventually those things they set aside needed discussing.

Not that she said a word to him when she found him. Her arms went around his waist, her head on his shoulder, and she sighed softly. Her guy.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

She wriggled even more, dragging nails down his back until they dug into his ass. "Then I will torment you the same way you are tormenting me, damn it." She used another invisible hand to grab his crotch. "Wicked man."

[lapsedsaint]

Her panties down, he started to rub against her, then urge her legs apart. "Keep it up and I'll stop..."

[aesthetic_mojo]

"You will not!" She turned to glare at him, even as she shifted to give him complete access. They'd been confused and closed off only a few minutes before and now she was begging him. Sort of. "You couldn't."

[lapsedsaint]

"I could, too." Not that he did that, at all. He pressed forward, instead, seating himself inside her. "Just... maybe later."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She made a noise that was a curious combination of amused snort and moan of deep pleasure. He could protest all he wanted so long as he didn't stop. Stopping might very well get him killed. She tightened around him, twisting her hips to get him deeper. "Love this."

[lapsedsaint]

He leaned back over her, lips on her back and at her ear. "I know you do. I do, too."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She kept grinding against him, that purr getting deeper and deeper until it was almost a growl. She was going to have him over every couch, on every table and in the back yard if it killed her. If it killed him. "So good. So very good."

[lapsedsaint]

One hand on her hip, one hand cupping a breast, he moved with her. He matched her thrust for thrust. She might have been planning ahead, but he was very much just in the moment.

[aesthetic_mojo]

It wasn't long before all she could do was whimper. His hand on her breast made her head swim a little. She liked the casualness of the touch at the same time it excited her. Domestic, intimate, firm. She reached back for his hip, pulling him harder against her.

[lapsedsaint]

His lips pressed to her ear and he growled softly. "Tell me what you want." As he moved, he let loose his control a little, curious to see if he could make any part of him cold and how she would react to it.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She tossed her head, bucking against him in surprise at his voice. Then she groaned. "Want all of you. Want to know you are getting what you need." Want to know this is more than us hiding together against the storm.

[lapsedsaint]

If he weren't so much in the habit of denial, he would have asked her to stop yelling in his head. Instead, he nodded and closed his eyes. After a moment he did start to get colder against and inside her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She half stood in a rush, turning to look at him when she felt the cold. Her eyes went wide with shock, then wider with pleasure. "How? Oh....Ohhh--" She gave up and leaned back against the couch, clutching around his cock to feel the contrast.

A moment later, when she thought she'd caught her breath. "That is...it's just..."

She gave up again.

[lapsedsaint]

There was this temptation to tease her, to ask her what she was talking about. But all of that would have to involve stopping, which was just not happening right now.

He moved faster, instead, pushing deeper inside her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

There was a distinct issue now of who was going to kill who and when. That he used his abilities always thrilled her. She loved to see that he was opening up, but for him to do it when they were joined was just amazing. Her thoughts dissolved to nothing more understandable than God, yes, more, please..

[lapsedsaint]

He started to move harder, faster against her, lengthening his strokes. She wanted more, he would give her more. Especially if it had her the more incoherent of the two of them.

[aesthetic_mojo]

It was completely and utterly unfair the way he could turn around her attempts to drive him insane within minutes. It was just wrong. She clawed at him, leaving marks on his back and thighs without moving her hands off the back of the couch.

Just as she reached the edge, certain she was going to fall any second, she reached between his legs and used invisible fingers to caress his balls. She could fight dirty, too.

[lapsedsaint]

The scratching he was getting used to, but the hand on him startled him and he lost what control he had. His climax came fast and hard, rocking him as he drove into her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Her cry of release, that came mere moments after his climax, had an unmistakable note of victory. She felt badly about that for a microsecond, then it was forgotten in favor of rocking with him, drawing out all the pleasure she could before she was forced to sink to the floor in a puddle. That moment would come very soon.

[lapsedsaint]

Before she could drop to the floor, he had sagged over her, pinning her to the couch. It was cheating, certainly, but it felt good to have her under him.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She let out a soft 'oof' when he pinned her, then let him do the work of holding them up. Even her urge to use her ability was gone. All gone and ready for a nap. She managed to reach back and ruffle his hair. "Love that."

She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then turned to kiss his cheek. "My legs are rubber."

[lapsedsaint]

"Can we go to the bed now?" There was a great deal of teasing in his voice, but he also very much wanted to lay down and bury himself in the warmth of her embrace.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"Oh, God, please?" She kissed him again, then became absolute dead weight beneath him, her chest digging into the couch. "Carry me? Drag me? Anything." She didn't need to hear the thought to know what he wanted. She wanted it too. It came with a nap, then waking up and possibly doing this all over again.

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned dramatically, then pulled off and out of her. After stepping out of his own pants, he got his arms around her and picked her up. Briefly considering a fireman's carry, he ended up with her cradled against his chest as he trudged to the bedroom.

[aesthetic_mojo]

They were of a height, so any time he lifted her she wanted to lighten herself for him. At this point she was just too tired. She wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life. As he walked, she whimpered against his neck. "So good. So wonderful."