I don't own The Thundermans.
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She slept on the right side of the bed. Away from the biting air that crept in from the window to the far left. His steps were heavy. Her carpet was thicker. His descend to her bed had no such counterpart. She was fast to recognize but slow to react. The smirk on his face indicated victory. He removed his fingers from the back of her neck.
"Slacking much?"
It was her fifth successive defeat. She sighed tiredly. But looked at him with alert defiance.
"I still have you beat by two."
"I'll have double by the end of the week."
She scoffed. "Dreaming is not against the rules."
"Neither is denial."
She chuckled and stretched her limbs. It was suggestion for him to leave. He didn't take the hint. Her gaze turned wary... To shock when he scooted across the bed to kiss her. Motivated by reflex, she kissed him back. But he was gone before she could ask herself why.
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He expressed nothing to speculate about last night. She was partly glad. But would burn with embarassing anticipation whenever her back was turned... In the event that he'd sneak up from behind and smother her senseless. Their encounters were awkward. Her uncertains frowns yielded nothing from his inveterate nonchalance.
Day turned dark without event.
The lingering warmth coincided with retribution... Inspiring her to wear less. She was aware of his security system and thus navigated her way to his lair via the slide. He laid on his back, sound asleep. With excellent agility, she defied his senses and sat on his groin. He woke with a huff.
"Slacking much?"
He rubbed clarity into his eyes. "I'll let you have this one."
Her lips twitched. The beginnings of a grin.
"By any means?"
"Why not.." he urged knowingly.
She pressed their mouths together with obvious eagerness. His hands found her chest. She groaned at the merciless grip. He flung her over and tugged her bra away. She shuddered in delight when he ran his tongue along her cleavage down to the tiny crater of her belly button.
He made a depression at her navel and infiltrated her bicycle shorts. She bit her bottom lip to supress compromising vocals. He rose to his knees and pushed down his boxers. She did the same with her shorts. He embraced their pelvises without warning. A sharp cry swept through the lair. A placatory kiss reduced it to continuous whimpers. Fleeting pain and greeting pleasure produced encouraging whispers.
"This.." she sighed into his neck. "god this feels good."
His hips burrowed into her at relentless gallops.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, considered.." he grunted. " ..its my back on the line.."
"Take it as a man and stop complaining."
"I hate you."
"You love me."
He reached the pinnacle of his stamina. And burst into her with short uneven squirts. She clung to him with every part of her body available.
"My back is killing me. Please let me go."
She guided him on his front and laid lengthwise against his back.
".. You just made it worse."
"How about you do me from the bottom next time?"
"Next time?"
She hesitated. "..After we evaluate some of the rules.. What do you think?"
He made noise of approval. "That's not a bad idea."
She glided forward and kissed the nape of his neck to widen the gap of their respective scores. It was settled.