( a lot of things seem more manageable after an orgasm, funny how that works. he wasn't trying to use oral sex to make her forget how unnerving it is to be taking a leap of faith emotionally after both of them have spent far too long alone. no, the idea was more to make her forget the stress of the hotel for a little while, and he hopes that he was at least successful for as long as it takes for her to come down from her orgasm. stolen cuddles can't be that alarming, can they? they've done this (with a great deal more clothes) before, more or less... though there's a wonderful intimacy to it now that he's resting on top of her, the taste of her on his tongue, feeling as she slowly climbs down from the high.
it's long enough that he's less aching with arousal. no longer blindly painful. Emma really doesn't need to worry about both of them getting off — whether she touches him or not, there's no doubt he'll fix his own problem when he makes it to the shower. and with the delightful chorus of noises and the decadent display of skin he has to aide his imagination, she'll truly be there in spirit. he'd rather hold her than wheedle for more. if going down on her was greedy than surely asking she return the favor is out of the question. there's something very comforting about her warm and pliant underneath him, fingers in his hair. the fingers that still have the ability to ambulate trace idle patterns into the skin of her shoulder, and he doesn't move until he feels her shifting underneath him.
his head lolls onto her stomach rather lazily to catch her eye. he's not sure he's ever heard Emma Swan giggle before, but now that he has he'll try. the grin he parries back is half boyish, half cad. ) An extended kiss. ( better? no? he chuckles at his own phrasing, because the laughter is due, kissing her stomach a few more times because he suspects this is the part where he's going to get his orders to head to the shower.
that's not what he gets.
a brow lifts — the pirate and his eyebrows, they seem to constantly be exercised — and he watches her for a moment, as if he's waiting for a punchline that never comes. a better man might protest, wonder if this is the best idea, slow and steady wins the race. apparently he's not that good. he eases the bad arm out from under her with the slightest of winces, before rolling off her and shifting high enough that he can bury fingers in her hair and draw her down for an actual kiss. oh, he knows that isn't what she means, but he wants to kiss her anyway. she tastes quite good, and he's willing to share. )
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it's long enough that he's less aching with arousal. no longer blindly painful. Emma really doesn't need to worry about both of them getting off — whether she touches him or not, there's no doubt he'll fix his own problem when he makes it to the shower. and with the delightful chorus of noises and the decadent display of skin he has to aide his imagination, she'll truly be there in spirit. he'd rather hold her than wheedle for more. if going down on her was greedy than surely asking she return the favor is out of the question. there's something very comforting about her warm and pliant underneath him, fingers in his hair. the fingers that still have the ability to ambulate trace idle patterns into the skin of her shoulder, and he doesn't move until he feels her shifting underneath him.
his head lolls onto her stomach rather lazily to catch her eye. he's not sure he's ever heard Emma Swan giggle before, but now that he has he'll try. the grin he parries back is half boyish, half cad. ) An extended kiss. ( better? no? he chuckles at his own phrasing, because the laughter is due, kissing her stomach a few more times because he suspects this is the part where he's going to get his orders to head to the shower.
that's not what he gets.
a brow lifts — the pirate and his eyebrows, they seem to constantly be exercised — and he watches her for a moment, as if he's waiting for a punchline that never comes. a better man might protest, wonder if this is the best idea, slow and steady wins the race. apparently he's not that good. he eases the bad arm out from under her with the slightest of winces, before rolling off her and shifting high enough that he can bury fingers in her hair and draw her down for an actual kiss. oh, he knows that isn't what she means, but he wants to kiss her anyway. she tastes quite good, and he's willing to share. )