The hook of his nose skimmed along the prominence of her collarbone until he was fully nuzzling his face in the crook of Gwen's neck. A lick of satisfaction burned through his core as he felt the slight sheen of perfumed perspiration that had collected there wet his cheek, but it was immediately dampened by the groan his lips yawned against her skin.
Drawing in a few more ragged breaths, Gwen carded her fingers through his hair and lazily dragged her nails over his scalp. Kevin closed his eyes at the rich, soothing sensation and sighed against her, relishing in the release of stress he hadn't even realized had built up there. When her fingers met the finer fringe at the dampened nape of his neck, she raked her nails back to his crown, and all Kevin knew in that moment was bliss.
With her free hand, Gwen reached along the floor of his car in search of her cellphone, careful not to jostle her contented boyfriend with the motion.
As usual, the sharp ringtone that she had set specifically for Ben had interrupted their little romp. It was a shame, too, because she was starting to develop a distaste for Marina and the Diamonds' Primadonna with every interruption.
"Hey Ben," she finally greeted once she managed to bring it up the her ear.
"You and Kevin need to haul your butts to the plaza right now!" came the distinct tone of Chromastone.
Sighing, she sent of remorseful glance Kevin's way. The overworked, heroing mechanic had just started to doze on her shoulder. "On it."
Letting her phone slip back to the floor, an addition to the slight mess of Kevin's tools and worn jackets that were strewn across it, Gwen brought her hand down to cup Kevin's cheek. Her palm was met with a scratch of stubble and the tender corner of his downturned lips.
"Why'd you stop?"
"C'mon, Kevin." She gave his face a pat. "Get up."
Her chest was flush against his, the buttons of her blouse digging into him under his weight. After all the foreplay in the world earlier, he had finally managed to get her sweater over her head and a few buttons undone. Then she had unleashed that masseuse type magic he hadn't even know she'd possessed, and he was in heaven and she was an angel and now she was telling him to get up?
"Mmm," he hummed, burrowing deeper so his lips were back on her neck. For good measure, he threw his arm over and pressed her more snugly against him. "Nope."
"Ben needs us," she insisted. Gently rubbing her thumb over his cheek, she tried to convey all the understanding in the world. "Look, I know you're tired. I'll treat you to a massage after, okay?"
Curling his arm tighter, he gave her a brief squeeze before releasing her altogether. Once he was sliding out of the back seat with his keys jangling in his jeans pocket, she reached for her rumpled sweater and tried to smooth out a few conspicuous creases.
"Sure, babe," he called back to her from the drivers seat just as the engine revved. "Thanks."
Just a little something. After all this time, I'm honestly surprised to still be writing for these two (and a trolling Ben lol). I just can't help myself, I guess! A review is worth a thousand faves.