She'd worked him up far past gentle and she'd damn well known what she was doing when she'd started on it. And she'd started by curling cradled into his touch at four in the morning, so simply letting him possess her even as she'd denied him. It hadn't been the denying that had raked him hot coaled. She pushed back his advances often enough. It had been the softened innocence of her apology. The public show of affectionate appreciation later in the day. The grazing glances she'd been giving him that were bred evenly between wanting and claiming.
After Dulane something had been shifted off its foundation by an upturn of their footing.
And that something was in her eyes and suddenly very sure of their new formation.
It hadn't taken long for her to nudge him into lifting her off the couch, her fingers prying and pulling on him in a way that he may have fought before, but leaned into now. He'd thrown off a silent prayer of an apology to Lyla even as he'd dropped her against the other woman's desk, her skirt already driven up her hips and his fingers digging against her underwear.
"Leave them." Her hands were slapping against his again and he growled into it, catching on her fingers and lifting his head into the way she pressed forward even against the way he was trying to hold her still. "Now."
"Impatience, Althea." He told her sharply as she jerked her hands hard away from his gripping, her fingers already catching against his cut so that she could draw it tightly over his chest.
"Leave them on. This too." She nodded as her palms crested the leather before using it to jerk him closer, mouth rising hard against his.
Their hands stopped battling against each other in a silent agreement made by their tongues meeting and he was very quickly driving his length into wetness as her hands pulled against his ass, the denim of his jeans still scraping the backs of her hands and his fingers cramping the thin fabric of her underwear aside. He could inhale the victoriously pleased and whimpered moan she gave up, his other hand clamping against the back of her neck so that he could dig their mouths tighter. Another dizzied whimper came off her as he rode his hips into hers and while it tasted like a sample of perfection, it didn't give him the oxygen he needed. When he broke his mouth from hers she was already urging him into a faster pace, regardless of how cramped they were pried against each other.
"Too bold." He rushed against her temple, feeling his breathing rattle as his lips dragged her sweated skin. "And so wet."
Her response was a bruising kiss against his lips, hands clamped up against his head in moaning as she dug her teeth against his tongue and scraped as he used his free hand to jerk her hips hard to the edge of the desk by the pull of her bunched skirt. The sinking sound she broke against his teeth had him damn near coming before he roughed his mouth away from hers and stared her down. His palm flattened the desk as he leaned her at a forced angle on ragged thrusts, the other fingers jerking tighter on fabric as he jerked tighter into wet welcoming heat. She didn't back down from the way he watched her eyelashes flutter down before rising again, her jaw lifting in a fashion so contrary he smiled into it.
"Y'don't own me." He barely shook his head into the shivered assertion.
His eyes shadowed as she tightened around him intentionally, her hands so softly guarding against his cheeks, covering scars that he'd momentarily forgotten, "That's a damn lie too."
"I know." He nodded the whisper into her lips, letting her ride her knee up along his hip as she drew him tighter forward on an angle, hands clasped against his jaw as he came hard and uncontrolled.
She let his head down, loosening the hold on his face so that he could break his forehead into her banked back shoulder as he shuddered into her, an aching sound shivering from his lungs. The smell of his leather and sweat and sex sent her a little cloudy as she leaned her head into his, letting him stay where he was as both his hands finally closed around her. The curl of his arms against her waist closed them tighter and his hips jutted sharply in sensitive response to the shifting as she let cramped legs lax against the edge of the desk. Her head banked back on her shoulders tiredly as he turned his face into her throat, kissing softly.
"If you'd just come over I wouldn't still have to drive to fall asleep."
"I'll drive." He hushed along the break of her ear.
Ally shrugged slowly into uncaring acceptance. "Uhkay."
The laugh he breathed against her clavicle was a damp heat on cooling skin, "You owe Lyla an apology for this mess on her desk."
She was smugly smiling with her eyes closed and head back when he looked up, stretching his spine as he slid from inside her, the shifting causing a wince over her face that he matched then soothed with hands stroking her thighs.
"I'll get right on that." Her eyes were brim full of coquette when she finally drew her jaw down. "Once I can feel my ass again."
"Lemme know when you're ready." Filip smirked into a chaste kiss, tucking his pants back closed with a twinge in eyes. "I'll take you home."
"Yeah, you will." She shunted off as she stretched back against the scattered paperwork, the heel of her palm rubbing along her forehead. "You owe me."
Fingertips brushed along her thigh lightly, making her tense up on a caged breath, "I do."
He knew she wasn't asleep because he could feel the way she was watching him, her eyes lidded low but still glinting in passing streetlights. She'd dropped her heels off into the well of the seat before even drawling into the passenger side. Her body was curled up smaller than usual, knees drawn up into her chest and upper body sidelong to the back of the seat in a position so nearly innocently curling that he couldn't not reach to touch it. She caught his fingers on the reaching and drew his hand between her legs and torso, fingering his rings as she continued to watch his profile.
"Was it your idea?" she asked softly into the quiet of the car.
"Was what?" he squinted against the flare of oncoming lights.
"Carreira's procession."
He shook it off quickly, "Doesn't matter."
"Does." She argued succinctly. "Because if it was yours, I can see why. If it was Teller's, I have to question it."
"Y'don't." he argued softly. "Regardless."
"I do." Her eyes were closed when he cast a glance at her, ready to argue the point she was attempting to lay upon him before he looked back to the road.
"Althea?" he tightened against her fingers, feeling her tighten back in a sleep weakened movement.
She still made a hemmed noise of questioning in her throat even though she didn't open her eyes.
He let it drop into the way her fingers laxed loose in his. "Just go to sleep. It doesn't matter."
"Does." Even as she tipped to sleep she was pulling and pushing.
And he just shook his head, smiling ruefully into the way she kept clutching his hand close.