"Ned," Katie's called out from in the hallway.
He didn't hear footsteps that followed, only his girlfriend's voice.
"Yeah?" He answered, trying to keep his tone light as he ran his hands through his hair, frustratedly glaring at the blinking cursor which taunted him. He had only barely made it a quarter of the way through this report and it's needed to be finished before his morning patrol — no exceptions. He glanced down at his watch and sighed, leaning further back into the swiveling chair.
7:23pm
He'd promised her that he'd come to watch a movie by seven thirty, but he was nowhere near finished. Through his peripheral vision, he spotted Katie lean against the doorframe and he took a second glance at her, realizing she stood in only a pair of shorts and a tank top.
"I was thinking of taking a shower before the movie," she said, pulling her hair out from its messy bun. She arched her back a little as she shook her thick waves and his eyes glued themselves to her nipples that poked through the fabric of her tank top. "If you wanted to join me," she finished, seductively low.
"I want to," his grin grew as he spun to face her. "Believe me I do," he groaned as his resolve began to slip. "But I've got this report-"
He winced as she huffed out a deep breath. He knew that it was coming. They had only been living together for a month now — an adventure both of them excitedly took on — but it just so happened that they decided they were ready for this step around the busiest time of his work year. The holidays.
And with finals rapidly approaching, it's a miracle if Katie had time to spend with Ned either. They both rarely get four hours of sleep at night, let alone have time for anything else.
"Ned," she emphasized, and it's so hard to concentrate on anything when she crossed her arms, effectively pressing her breasts further out and causing the material of her shirt to ride up slightly, showing off the lower part of her belly.
He shifted as he felt himself beginning to grow hard inside of his sweats. "I know," he breathed, leaning his elbow against the chair arm and resting his head in his palm. "It'll get easier once the holidays pass, I promise. December is right around the corner and even closer than that is Thanksgiving, once that passed—"
"We're not having sex until Thanksgiving?" She asked, shock clear in her tone. The expression etched across her face was so amusing that he involuntarily laughed, causing her look to fade into one of irritation. "Fine, laugh," she muttered, turning away from the door with pink stained cheeks. "At least someone finds this amusing."
"Babe, wait, you know I wasn't laughing at you," he insisted, turning around and clicking the save button on his document quickly before standing up to follow her. She had barely gotten out of the doorway before he held her arm lightly in his grasp. "I'm sorry," he said to her back as she stood frozen in the direction of the hallway. "I know we haven't been able to spend a lot of time together and it's been just as hard on me, believe me—"
"You don't need to apologize for your work, Ned," she said quietly, just barely turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I wasn't trying to make you feel bad… I just miss you."
He sighed. He missed her too, so much.
"Come here," he said gently, holding his arms out and encasing them around her as she walked into his arms. "You don't need to miss me, I'm right here."
"I miss being with you," she admitted and he had to fight off the urge to laugh again. They were after all just together last night… but he understood what she meant. There was no spontaneity like there had been before when he'd come to see her in the city. It was just rushed moments in the darkness before bed or in the morning. It more out of habit than to make each other feel good.
Fuck, he missed her too.
Before she could say anything else, he moved his hand to cup her chin, pulling her head in the direction of his before pressing their lips together. Her body stiffened for a second before she obliged, deepening the kiss as her lips parted slightly.
His hands moved to rest on either side of her hips, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her skin and relishing in the goosebumps that peppered against his hands. She let out a small noise from the back of her throat, sending shocks of excitement immediately to his groin. Her leg brushed against his hardening dick lightly, causing just enough friction to make him buck forward for more before breaking free from her kiss.
"Katie," he chuckled as she wasted no time trailing her kisses down to her neck. She nipped and licked at his neck, where she knew he was to be particularly sensitive and he could feel her smile when he let out another shaky moan. "I think I can take a break…" He snuck a hand under her tank top to palm her breast, pinching her erect nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He tugged up on the material of her tank top and she immediately lifted her arms to help him rid it, flinging it across the room once it's over her head.
She pushed him back until he sat down his chair. She slipped down off his lap, positioning herself between his legs and pushed his shirt up just far enough to run her tongue beneath his navel, kissing the thin trail of hair leading down into his sweatpants.
"Fuck, Katie," he hissed, his head resting against the chair.
She continued to plant kisses along his stomach and up his chest as her hands ran themselves up and down his thighs. She gripped the elastic band of his sweatpants between her fingers and pulled it back slightly before allowing it to snap back against him.
He closed his laptop and she glanced up at him with a smirk. "So uh… you said something about a shower before the movie?"
Ned liked the look of Katie in bed next to him, even when they're literally doing nothing. After they had showered, they had agreed he could finish up his report as they watched the movie.
Every so often he gazed over the screen of his laptop and studied his girlfriend's face for a second, never long enough so she noticed, but plenty long enough to watch as her chew on her bottom lip as the main character in the movie slapped another character.
He found himself staring, his eyes traveling up the bridge of her nose as her eyebrows jumped in surprise. He went over the curve of her cheek as her tongue ran across her lips then and she smiled, her eyes meeting his then.
"What? Is there something on my face?" She asked.
He smiled and looked away, running over his report one last time before closing the laptop and stretching his arms high above his head.
Just then she pivoted off the bed and moved to stand.
Ned reached out and touched her bare shoulder before she even made it all the way up. "Where are you going?" He asked as she patted around the bed for the DVD remote. "We just started the movie."
"Just thought I'd get some tea. You weren't paying attention anyway," she snickered and stood up. She slid her robe around her, tying it shut around her waist. "Do you want something?"
She smiled at him as she grabbed his computer off the bed to bring it to his desk. "I'm fine. Why the tea?"
"My throat is a little sore, so some tea would be nice." She said softly.
He wanted to tell her he'd already heard the rasp in her voice, but he just shrugged instead. "I think there is a hockey game on," she said leaning across the bed to kiss him briefly. "The movie got boing."
She was walking away before he could say anything else.
"Where'd your remote go?" he called back.
"I think it fell behind the bed." She said.
"Ah," he chuckled.
She was tearing open a pack of Lady Grey to dangle in the mug in front of her when she heard a stifled snort and a sudden…was that buzzing? She peered around the corner back into the hallway that led straight to their bedroom, just in time to see Ned's face light up like a Christmas tree.
"Holy shit, Katie." He guffawed. "This is some heavy duty machinery you've got plugged in behind your side table."
Her cheeks burned crimson immediately. So that's where that goddamn vibrator went. She had used it a few days ago when she couldn't sleep and Ned was working late. She hadn't really missed it - sleeping with her boyfriend negated the need for a vibrator.
"Jesus, Ned, do you have to wave it around like you're Harry-fucking-Potter?" She cringed and rolled her eyes.
He smirked even wider than before and flipped the switch to turn it off. She watched as he used the bottom hem of his shirt to swipe over the length of the thing - was it dusty or something? Dear God, could she possibly be more mortified?
The kettle whistled angrily, reclaiming her attention and giving her a scant few moments to swim in her embarrassment. She probably shouldn't care as much as she did. Ned had been with her when she got it, as a joke, for god's sakes, but she tried hard to seem self-confident and assured around him: not like a horny teenager that kept toys stashed around the house for a quick get-off whenever the need arises.
She considered for a minute that she is still a fucking horny just-about-to-no-longer-be-a-teenager these days.
He seemed to have put the toy back where he'd found it when she came in with the tea mugs, but the shit-eating grin was still firmly affixed to his face. She not-so-subtly kicked him in the shin as she sat back down.
"I don't know what you're so embarrassed about. I'm aware that you get themselves off sometimes… without me." His eyes traced up and over her as he licked his lips. "It's…kinda hot."
"Shut up," she muttered, sipping her tea as she set it down on the side table. She slid her robe off and hung it up on the door where it always hung. "I'm embarrassed enough you found it."
They sat in a heady silence for a few moments, save for the sports announcements on the screen in front of them. Their mutual favorite hockey team has completely squandered a man-advantage and the program has gone to commercial when she felt his eyes move back on her.
She lifted her gaze his way in time to see him reach for her hand. Her hands found his readily when she saw the predatory glint in his eyes. Her tongue moistened her lips on impulse as he slid closer to her.
"Seeing that vibrator turned me on," he chuckled, his hands splaying over her arms.
"You don't…" she said, her words catching in her throat for a second. "You don't have to…you know…"
"What if I want to?" He asked. "What if I really, really want to use that thing on you and hear what you sound like when I do?"
His face was so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath against her top lip and smell the sandalwood-scented body soap he used. She could tilt her face just so and claim his lips if she wanted - and she wanted to- but something told her not to. She bit the inside of her cheek to suppressed a giddy squeal as she bobbed her head up and down in silent acquiescence of his request.
"Take off your clothes…all of them," he growled as he sat back against the headboard.
He leaned across the bed to grab the vibrator from where he'd put it back before placing it on the bed next to his right hip. She slid in front of him as soon as she's on her knees, effectively blocking his view of the television, which was back to playing the game. The way his eyes drank her in as she slowly looped her fingers under the hem of her camisole and pulled it up and over her head leave little doubt in her head that he could care less about the score. He shifted noticeably in his seat as he followed the descent of her shorts down her hips, her thighs, her knees, her shins before they finally are tossed to the ground.
He patted the tops of his thighs after a moment more of studying her naked form but shook his head quickly when she moved to straddle him. He reached out and tenderly touched her hips, pivoting her so her ass was in front of him and pulling her down against him. She leaned back against the expanse of his chest as he spread her legs wide. His fingertips ghosted over the tender skin of her inner thighs teasingly, making her want to snap her knees closed to stop the torment just before his fingertips dig into the flesh to keep them in place.
She arched her neck where it lolled against his shoulder and returned the hungry smile he shot at her. His right hand released her thigh to move higher against her center. His middle finger parted her folds, and his smile got even broader as it spread around a little bit of the moisture seeping from her entrance.
"Do you need more than that for this thing?" he asked seriously. She shook her head quickly and her eyes flutter closed when he slipped his hand away to palm the device. Just hearing the sound of the vibrator whirring back to life was enough to make her nipples pucker almost painfully. She felt her jaw fall slack as soon as he trailed the rotating head gingerly along the delicate skin of her inner thighs before pressing it to her center.
"Ohh…" she moaned when the toy made contact with her. Ned's wrist rotated the toy in tiny circles as though to sift the head between her lips to gain purchase on the sensitive bud hidden there. Her fingers circled his left wrist to coax that hand toward her core to assist. He used his two first fingers to spread her folds wide and slanted the toy upwards just an inch. The insistent buzzing against her core was almost too much too fast, and she could feel her back arch up and off his stomach as she cried out.
"Shhh…" he murmured hotly into her ear and nudged the toy down toward her entrance. The head rapidly collected the juices undulating out of her as he nudged his nose against hers and planted a sweet kiss to her cheekbone. Her eyes opened just long enough to see his face arching toward her, and when his lips slanted over hers, she breathed a contented sigh right into his mouth. The tip of her tongue tasted of the bitter black tea when it flicks against his.
Were it not for their mouths fused together as Ned ensured they were, lips sliding together greedily and tongues writhing between parted teeth, Katie would scream his name. She'd usually claw at her breasts with her fingernails and rock her hips against the toy, begging for the eventual release the device was oh-so-great at giving her.
Instead, the fingers of her right-hand twine in the silky strands of his curly hair, deepening their kiss as her left-hand hangs limply to her side. Her fingers curled into a tight fist as he teased her. She could feel his erection as it strained against his sweats and pressed into the curve of her ass, but his breathing was shockingly slow and deep against her cheek. The steadiness that Ned brought to everything - even when he's on the precipice of making her come - was undeniable.
His teeth nipped the bow of her top lip when she finally broke the kiss. His eyelashes brushed against her cheek when his eyes flutter open to meet her gaze, and his mouth quirked up in the corners.
"Ned, I'm gonna…!"
He responded by pressing the whirring head directly to her core with a firm hand. A moan bubbled up from her chest before spilling from her lips, long and loud and jubilant with the sweet relief of release. She rode the crest of the wave with a few whimpers and desperate gasps of his name when he didn't turn the toy off or pivot it away.
Over-sensitive in the best possible way, she fell over the edge before finally pushing his wrist aside so she could snap her knees together. He flicked the vibrator off before tossing it on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her close as she panted through her recovery, his lips nuzzling the crook of her neck, and the corner of the frame of his glasses digging gently into her ear.
"You sound amazing when you scream my name - even if I'm not inside you when you do." He chuckled.
It's her turn to smirk at him as she slid her fingers out of his hair and slipped it instead between their bodies and into his pants. She circled her fingers around his erection before laughing. "That part can easily be arranged, you know."
"Katie," he gasped as she stroked him.
He pushed her hands away abruptly, startling her, but then he had her laid out on the bed underneath him, his mouth finding every sweet spot on her neck and chest. A surprised gasp tumbled from her lips, and her back bowed off the bed as he sucked at her breasts, her thighs falling open around his waist. He alternated his attention to each breast, his fingers plucking and twisting whichever nipple his tongue wasn't bathing with his saliva. She raked her nails down his arms, keening and writhing under his hot mouth.
She couldn't bear it anymore, the ache at her core was an insatiable need. She needed him to fill it, to fill her, unlike before. She clawed at his back, bucking her hips to his. "Ned, please," she whimpered, and they both gasped when his erection brushed her wet center. He pulled his mouth away from her breasts to look at her.
"I don't have any condoms left," he groaned, his head dropping to suck at her neck.
Cutting him off with a kiss, she grasped him eased him between inside her slowly with one angled thrust of her hips. They usually used protection, just to be safe. But sometimes in the heat of the moment, it didn't matter. She just shook her head, struggling to forget any one of the safe sex lessons her parents had tried to drill into their daughters' heads.
"It's okay," she whispered, pushing up against him to take more of him in. "Just—pull out…before…" She didn't finish as he slid into her up to the hilt, a burning sensation stealing her breath, and she bit down on her lip.
He began to move again, his hips colliding with hers steadily, her arousal slickening him as he pushed, then pulled, then pushed in again, filling her. She was scratching at the back of his neck, pulling at the damp hair curling from his sweat. Ned kept his face buried against her neck, hot puffs of air warming than immediately cooling her moist skin.
Ned's hand traveled over her stomach to her hips, making her tense in anticipation. What was he going to do?
"Wanna turn around?" he murmured in her ear, parting her thighs, and she nodded her head, her back arching when his fingers slid through her wet folds as he pulled out of her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she rocked against his hand as he explored her lips, pumping his fingers inside her before withdrawing them again. When he finally connected with her core, she moaned and thrust back against him. "Does that feel good?" he asked lowly, rubbing the swollen nub slowly, and she nodded frantically, burying her face in the obscenely fluffy pillow. "I wanna hear you say it," he growled unexpectedly.
"Yes, it feels good, it feels so good," she gasped out, the pleasure uncurling between her thighs quickly as he rubbed faster, the sensation settling in her gut like molten liquid. She bucked against him harder in desperate need of her release as she rolled over, her ass thrusting against his erection. She felt him slide between her cheeks as he began to rub against her in return. "Ned," she mewled as he stroked her into oblivion, her abdomen tightening with her orgasm, the pleasure snapping through every limb. She muffled her pained moan in the comforter, going stiff until she melted bonelessly into the mattress.
He withdrew his hand after a moment, his slick fingers wrapping around her hips as he rocked against her in pleasure. "Katie, baby," he began urgently, and she was already nodding.
"I want you," she whimpered, eliciting a sharp inhale from him as he moved between her legs.
He slowly nudged himself inside her from behind, sliding inside her deeper with a gentle thrust. She groaned as he filled her once again. Ned thrust slowly, shallowly at first, allowing her to accommodate him, and when she finally released a breathy moan, he increased his pace, his hips jutting against hers with more earnestness and precision.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned behind her, and she dug her elbows into the mattress to prevent her body from slumping forward with the force of his thrusts. She felt his hands slipping down her back and over her ass, circling her hips and down her thighs, seeming intent on touching every inch of skin, and she dropped her forehead to the bed. Her breathing was heavy, as loud as the thwacking sound his hips made against her behind, and she released a pathetic moan every time the head of his erection inadvertently rubbed the deepest part inside her.
Ned leaned forward, losing the rhythm of his thrusts just slightly as he roughly grabbed for her breast. Her head jerked up when he began kneading the mound, his fingers clawing desperately at her puckered nipple.
"Ned," she gasped, rocking back to meet his hips; he was thrusting harder now, his erection amplifying the wet sounds of her as he pumped it into her. Slumping her torso down to the bed to hold herself up, she covered his hand with her own, encouraging him to massage her breast harder.
"Fuck, Katie," he grunted harshly, his hips whipping against her ass so forcefully, she nearly lost her balance, but he released her breast suddenly and hissed as he pulled out of her.
A split second later, she felt his sticky cock on her ass and then the spurts of come on her back as he came. He pulsed against her as he stroked himself until he had emptied everything, and then he groaned, settling back on his shins.
"I barely pulled out in time," he muttered as she tried to stretch out before him, and he made an effort to peel the comforter off the bed and wipe her back off. "Sorry."
"It's okay," she whispered breathlessly, unsure why he kept apologizing.
She curled up on her side again, and he spooned his body to hers, their faces pressed up against each other. They were silent for a few minutes, and she listened to his breathing as it evened out gradually. There was something near a smile teasing the corners of his mouth, and he dropped his face to hers, coaxing her into a tender kiss. After a moment, he pulled back, and she licked her lips, giving him a small smile.
They settled down on the bed, Ned now holding her from behind, and she pressed back into his warmth, her eyelids starting to droop. "I've missed nights like this," he whispered carefully.
"Me too. I don't want this night to end just yet," she said quietly. He responded by squeezing her tighter, his mouth curving into a smile against her shoulder.