Scene
*This is the sex scene that happens between Scarlet and James. So warning now, as this will get rather steamy, perhaps a lemon. Or two, or three*
James walked in to Scarlet's shower and their lips collided. He knew that that she had nothing on under his shirt, and he fought back the urge to put his hands on her bare skin. This would not be rushed, but he still struggled. They became boiling, and it wasn't from the hot water. Now she let out her moans, most were muffled by his mouth, but every sound that escaped her mouth almost made him groan. Instead of this being just for the hell of it, he really did care for her, and he would make sure she knew that, again and again.
His mouth moved down to her neck and she sighed gratefully, really needing him now, although his attentions was doing nothing to relieve the dull ache that had begun between her legs. Her leg gracefully slid around the back of his leg and she moved her upper body against the wall, so her hips molded with his. He hissed at her so she hissed back. His lips licked the water off her shoulder and cupped a clothed breast. Her nipples poked through the soaking fabric, and she felt a little self conscious, she wasn't biggest chested woman around, so they only moved the top up a little when the shirt was dry. She didn't know that frankly he didn't care. Breasts are breasts, yes some men like big ones, some like small, some like medium, to him, they were fine any size.
The hot water had made Scarlet very sensitive, so as soon as the shirt came off a shoulder and his mouth delved onto a nipple, her hands were scratching his shoulders and she whimpered. She stopped his attentions and got on her knees, licking, biting and caressing every muscle. He looked down, her lust filled eyes meeting his smirk and nasty, bad boy eyes. She cheekily pawed at his crotch before standing up and swiftly being picked up by an aroused Spaniard who clearly needed to take off his dripping wet fatigues and now. Cue Scarlet with and evil grin, and rubbing her hands together.
Her back was slammed against the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist. He had some trouble getting out of his cargo pants and she giggled but kissed him, stroking down to his crotch. His growling, stopped her and he lifted up his shirt, and took it off her body. His hands went on her breasts, and his mouth on her throat, making her move against him. Her hips rolled around on his and she bite her lip and smirked, and god that turned him on. She purred down his neck and her hands followed down his tattoos. She viciously bit his shoulder, earning a growl and him putting her down. She put her hands on the shower wall and stuck out her ass, earning an earnest nod of approval.
James' hand sloped down Scarlet's stomach, and the ache had gotten unbearable for both. His hand soon found her sweet spot and she couldn't stop the breathy moan from leaving her mouth. She put her hand behind her and stroked him, annoyed at him still having something on, and so ragged his boxers down and grasping him, so hard he had no chance of keeping quiet. She smirked but moaned, she was far too close and the room span with how much she needed this. Her sounds reached their peak and he swore after he heard her moan his name, putting himself between her legs.
He turned her around, putting his forehead against hers and pushed in, reveling in the sweet moan in response and her breath starting to hitch. He pushed all of himself in her, in one fast move and bit her earlobe, she screamed, and begged him to continue his intense pleasure. She had never felt anything this good before, it almost paralyzed her brain. She decided to start it off and rolled her hips, an addictive melody of pleasure leaving her throat and making him want more. He pounded up, a sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, but pulled out, leaving her a little perplexed. He picked her up again, threw her on her bed, put her thighs around his waist and drove back in, their moans and growls were now synchronized.
Neither could keep quiet, and neither wanted too. James would make her scream by upping the pace, then make her whimper as he slowed it down. She moved her hips up and howled, pushing back against him. Her voice became hoarse, as his name rolled off of her tongue over and over again. The angle was perfect, and it became clear that both needed this. James felt every one of her inner muscles at work, and was slightly confused at Scarlet's head drifting off to the side. Her sight had gone blurry due to not breathing properly, but that just heightened the sensitivity for both of them. She nodded that she was okay and was prompted bitten on her neck. She responded by biting him in the same spot. Her body tightened like a vice, and she managed a deep breathe, before almost milking him there and then, her muscles squeezing and making his vision blur.
Scarlet was flipped onto her hands and knees, her head buried in her pillow. Her howl was partially muffled as the marine's aching length was pistoned inside her again, inch by inch. She could not be bothered to muffle herself anymore, and lifted up her head, grabbing her ponytail and yanking it back, letting him know that she liked her hair being pulled. He grabbed her hair and pulled, making her arch against him, straight back, in perfect alignment with his hips. They clashed, almost violently, throwing any panic about the bed holding out to the wind.
James was too close that it became painful. He didn't want this to end, not without an eruption of pleasure melting them into a sated bliss. Scarlet's body bowed down to his and his explosion of hot seed pushed her over the precipice. His vision faded, blurring into a sea of pale skin that was now under him. Neither stopped moaning, as any movement, however slight, made their groins tingle again. Scarlet put her hand between her legs and James pulled out, laying beside her and watching her. Their breaths evened out and his sight returned to it's usual state. He watched her clean herself up with a towel, and throwing that on the floor. He went to kiss her but she stopped him, moving down and cleaning him up with her mouth, making him hum in contentment. Her hand slipped down in between her thighs again and she played with an already overly aroused nub. It didn't take her long to moan, albeit breathlessly.
She came back up and put her bedsheet over them. She yawned sleepily and looked at a satisfied James, who winked at her and put his arm around her. Both soon fell asleep, sated and not thinking about the looming battle with Reapers for once. Just two people, enjoying each other's company.