They were frenzied like horny eighteen year olds. Lana and Archer were falling on each other, desperately yanking off each others clothes, and trying to kiss every part of each other as quickly as possible. She moaned into him softly, tongue swiping against hers smoothly and passionately. His grip loosened for a moment to untie the band that held her hair up, letting it cascade over her shoulders in a waterfall of chocolate and coconut scented conditioner.
He sighed, closing his eyes and breathing in the familiar and comforting smell of her. He felt safe, but he also felt this tightening feeling in his chest, and as much as it scared him he found that for the first time in his life he didn't care enough to fight it. Any other time he'd make an excuse to jet off to the bathroom and disappear through a window, but all he wanted now was to disappear in her. He could drown in her tonight and die happy.
She wasn't sure if the reason she enjoyed kissing him so much was because she had missed him or because of the nostalgia it gave her. She did very much treasure those years, despite all the pain that'd come with them. All of the good and bad was never even, but he somehow maintained his place as her best friend. And the best sex she'd ever had. They rolled around on that bed for Lord knows how long before taking a moment to breathe.
He was kissing her neck, working his way down to her collarbone and between her breasts, stopping to taste both of her nipples thoroughly. She couldn't help the way her body reacted to his touch. Her heart was pounding, her breath coming in heavy and erratic, and her lower extremeties were throbbing with the flow of arousal. She had to admit to herself that he knew her body better than any other lover she'd had before. What he lacked in common generosity towards most people, most of the time, he made up for in bed every time. At least he did with her.
She heard him chuckle to himself, his sigh hot on her belly, and the all too familiar intake of breath when he was getting ready to say something snarky. She threaded her fingers through his hair and yanked his head up enough so that she could cover his mouth.
"No talking," she demanded, "hush." He was doing too well, it'd be a shame if his mouth got him in trouble when it's only been doing him favors up until this point. And if he started speaking there was a large chance that things weren't going to go ideally.
"Jeez," he huffed, hooking his fingers through her underwear. "You'd have me think I'm gonna say something stupid." She laughed.
"Yeah, well, you usually do. Don't ruin this for me," she said firmly, but flirtaciously. He grinned up at her with an intentional blue gaze, thick black lashes batting. She was helpless at the sight of it, begrudingly so. In her belly were thousands of butterflies batting their wings, relentless for escape.
"Are you now?" he teased, sliding her panties down and gently exploring her with his fingers. She was surpised at the care he was taking. Archer was never rougher with her than she had wanted him to be, but he wasn't usually this gentle either. He seemed more considerate than she was used to, more determined to please, and less determined to simply dive right in.
"Oh," she sighed, closing her eyes and tightening her fingers in his hair, taking in all the new sensations he was implementing on her. She thrust her hips up to meet his lips involuntarily, warmth rising up through her body.
He continued on pleasuring her, using his strong hands to hold her legs in place, to stimulate her, to make her feel as good as she deserved. He wanted Lana to know how much she really meant to him, and this was the best way he could explain it. It sounded to him like she was getting the message.
Slick and rubbery she was against his tongue, and in no time he was drunk on her intoxicatingly sweet taste. After some time she began to shudder under his touch, and her moans of pleasure sounded off the walls like melting gold.
"Go on, you know you want to," he encouraged, knowing that she had no way of resisting the orgasm that was too close to deny.
"Don't fucking stop," she moaned, eyes closed tight and hair falling over her chest, heaving with the effort of her breath. He noticed a few delicate droplets of moisture forming on the underside of her breasts and her belly, the muscles of her body clenching and unclenching with sensation.
His cock leaked with pre-come, desperate for attention. He ignored it while he saw her peak through, her cries vibrating through his body. He kept his mouth on her until she couldn't stand his touch, her body shaking and legs weak.
Stretching his back out and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he grinned at her.
"Bet you missed that, huh?" he says as he runs his hands throug his hair, brushing away the beads of sweat forming on his face from his effort. "Right?" he says when she didn't respond after three seconds. "Come on, tell me you missed me."
She groaned, "yes, Archer, I missed you. Don't make me regret it." He snorted at that, unaffected.
"I knew it." He laid down next to her, catching his breath while also giving her a moment to do the same.
A few moments of silence pass by when Archer reaches a slow hand over and twines his fingers with Lana's, almost unsurely. She looks at him questioningly.
He smiles at her awkwardly- albiet warmly- for a moment before breaking away and shifting his gaze to something else, something obscure. He felt particularly vulnerable in this moment and he wasn't sure why.
"What's wrong?" she asked. He recognized her tone as the comforting one, not the irritated one. He had never felt like he was being judged while he was in her bed.
"I...missed you too," he said quietly, avoiding eye contact. "Like, a lot."
She rolled onto her side and rubbed his arm soothingly, saying nothing but tucking her hair behind her hear and waiting.
"I don't know why this is so freaky for me," he said, eyes trained on their fingers as they absentmindedly stroked each other. "It's not like I haven't had you a million times."
Lana rolled her eyes, taking her hand away so she could turn and reach for the glass of water Sterling had kept by the bedside.
"Does it feel different to you too?" he asks, taking the water she offered.
"It feels better," she says, gently climbing into his lap when he set the drink down, her hands running down his body. "It feels a lot better."
Their bodies were warm, hot even. She was somehow softer than he remembered, and he felt bigger than ever when he finally slid into her warmth, both of them moaning hard at first contact.
"Holy shit," Archer said, "even after having a baby you still-" Lana managed to lodge part of his wadded up shirt into his mouth before he could continue speaking.
"Hush," she reminded him. "No talking about my vagina." She sighed when she started to move a bit, hand still clapped over his shirt filled mouth. "Or anything else."
He started mumbling around the cloth, reaching up to try to move her hand away. She held on tighter and started riding him faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot. "No," she panted.
Without warning he flipped them both over and removed the shirt from his mouth, tossing it to the ground and kissing her hard. Determinedly he pounded into her, not saying anything but buring his face in her neck and hitching her legs high around his waist. She cried out, nails scraping down his back in an unmistakable gesture of pleasure.
She took his earlobe between her teeth and sucked slightly before giving up, unable to stop the sounds of pleasure that came from her with every move, every harsh breath that brought her closer to the precipice of bliss.
He kissed her, holding her face in his hands, feeling himself nearing that edge. He looked at her, into her beautiful hazelnut eyes, and smiled. He moaned and buried his face in her neck when he came, holding her so tightly he thought there was a chance she might be bruised in the morning. The thought made him come harder.
"What was-" Archer said sometime when they've finally separated.
"Doesn't matter right now." The two of them lie next to each other, spent and happy. "Let's try not to overthink it...this seems too good to lose."
Archer agreed, for once sighing in resignation and opting to say nothing.
Except-
"Cowabonga!"
"God damnit Archer!"