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"Show off." It's a comment for not being able to miss the flat soles of her boots suddenly being replaced by the pressed flat, overused, overwalked, carpet that she's been walking over the last few days anytime she wasn't out in the city. Which really, all of that though, and the shoe, does nothing to really distract her from what had been distracting her from even thinking about shoes at all.

Which would be Gabriel without his shirt, and if there's was anything she pictured before that would never be admitted to, it was blistered away at this point. Shoes being gone, she can give or take, the ease or the figuring it out, but there's an absolutely inability not to get her hands on his skin, and maybe. Maybe there was a different thought, before her palms are flat on his skin and she pushes him further back toward the bed, instead.

"Less showing off, more preventing awkward hopping around and trying to get shoes off with pants at around knee level," he says with a grin as he lets her push him back until the backs of his knees hits the edge of the bed. Then his hands are drifting down to unbutton and unzip her jeans to push them down off her hips.

"God forbid you get inconvenienced for even two more minutes," Jo shook her head with something like part of a laugh for that making sense, as she stepped out of her pants, just pushing her underwear down with them, and almost truly making an effort not to take in a noticeably sized breath in. Thinking that really at this point, with all this, who knows, maybe it would have been better to agree at the beginning.

"I'm not sure falling over on each other is what you're going for," he teases. Since she's working on getting herself entirely stripped, aside from her socks, one of Gabriel's hands goes around behind her to undo the hooks to her bra to make it easy to remove.

"You saying that you have that problem?" Jo tossed him a smirk, as she was pulling her second foot free from her jeans. "Is this where you tell me that you're not smooth at this anymore than anything else you've ever done?"

Except for like how no part of hernreally believes that, even if she can toss it out there faultlessly and flawless. When she can pull at her socks, and drop her bra, not at all thinking about him being older than planet, and around on it, unlike most of his siblings, with a penchant for her mor hedonistic things life offer. When it's easier just to add to that, than let herself get anywhere near a crisis of conscience.

"That's the kind of thing a girl deserves a fair warning about."

"Not really prone to tripping over things, no," he says, getting to work on peeling off his own jeans, boxers going with them. Followed by his socks. Then he's letting himself fall back on the bed, tugging her after him.

"I'm not believing you," Jo shook her head, even knowing full well it would work a lot better, if he was not prone and naked on her bed, in front of her, pulling her down onto him. If the whole display was not almost a complete reverse of the words coming out of her mouth, it would work better.

But, honestly, fuck it. Words are overrated, when she's catching herself with one hand on his chest and one hand on the bed, and really, that's it. Because she has to lean up and kiss him, again.

Gabriel's perfectly willing to press into the kiss, one arm wrapping around her waist, his other hand going up to tangle itself into her hair as his tongue presses for entrance to her mouth.

Talking more can happen later. Right now, he has better things to do with his mouth.

He's warm and there's something insane about it still. Makes goosebumps crawl up her back and her spine when his arms curl around her, and makes her smile against his mouth, even when she just leans into it. The fingers in her hair and lips parting against her own, as much to let him in, as to kiss him harder, to lose everything against the taste of him.

Edited 2016-05-03 02:48 (UTC)

Gabriel's tongue explores her mouth as his arm tightens around her in preparation of rolling her over so he'd be on top, making sure to land so he's between her legs. He ends the kiss after a moment to give her a quick grin before shimmying down just enough to fasten his teeth on one of her nipples to worry at it. Time to get her all nice and revved up.

She's not sure she'd put anything entirely past him at this second, and maybe that's what makes her laugh when he grins that crazy, manic grin that is all mischief and all only his, after flipping her back to the bed, sending her hair around her, and back from her shoulders for the most part, before he's moving.

Before his mouth lands against her breast, warm and wet and sharp, and it forces a moan out of her mouth as she's arching into that feeling, and him, pressed along her body, solid and heavy with promise. Her own hand restless on the bed only a few seconds, before it's in his hair instead, across the back of his head.

He only lets his teeth work over that nipple for a couple of minutes before switching to the other one. No need to let that one feel left out. It too, only gets a couple of minutes of attention before he's moving back up to sink into her slowly, giving her time to get used to accommodating him.

There's a pause after he's fully in to give her a last bit of time to adjust before he's rolling his hips forwards. It starts out at a slow pace but doesn't take long to increase in pace and force as he makes sure to hit the best place inside every time.

Her fingers become a fist before she even knows it, but she's not trying to move him, not trying to make him go anywhere. Not when there isn't anywhere else she wants him to go. Only to loosen and slide down the muscles of his neck, across his shoulders. A riot of movement through her own body, back arch and hips tilted, with her thighs against the sides of his stomach or hips before he moves again.

Before he's pushing inside of her, causing her feet to dig into the mattress, so she pushed right up into him. More, faster, slippery slick skin and the stretch of it having been a while. The satisfying sunk feeling for the barely there second when he is fully in, filling her skin, making her shudder, before she wants to move, again, already. The muscles in her belly coiling up, even as he starts moving first.

A slow that before she knows it isn't. That becomes a slam of pressure, and pleasure, over and over. That has her wrapping her legs around his waist and one arms around his chest, even when they other stays as a sort of balance, while everything else in her just meets that. Thrusting up, around him, over and over.

He continues to build up the pace and force of his thrusts until his hips are snapping forwards to drive himself in deep and hard. For his part, it's been awhile since he's been with an actual person instead of a construct. Sure, the constructs are far more capable of keeping up with him than a human is but it's not quite the same.

So he drives himself into her repeatedly as he listens to her reactions on all levels; working on encouraging her to completion as he races to his own. It's always fun when he and his partner orgasms at the same time, even if he doesn't mind coming second.

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