- Chapter Eighty-Six-

Close To Definition

[Warning: explicit content]

State of separation driving them both crazy, there were no secrets between them but what they were hiding in their hearts, cheesy as that might have sounded. Dark hazel islands capturing a memory of his baby girl for when this doomed affair came to its sure conclusion, Sam was achingly hard in his jeans. Practically able to feel how wet she was through all the damnable layers that were cruel enough to keep them apart, there was no way that she couldn't have known just how badly he needed her in that moment.

Thoroughly coated in his saliva, her breasts shined momentarily in the washed-out sherbet flicker that came from a passing street light. Suckling greedily at her puckered bud as if he couldn't get enough - alright, there was no 'as if' about it - the unattended surface area was left to cool in the stale, quasi-smoky cab air, only serving to make her that much more eager for him to make his move.

"Mm, come here baby girl." Boston accent carrying with it an addition level of huskiness, even if they hadn't been right at the cusp of intimacy it would have been more than enough to push the heiress that much closer to the brink.

Obeying in the hope that they would kick the action into a higher gear before she burst, Dells wound her fingers through the man's graying auburn locks with a hearty tug as he moved his lips back up her chest. Coming in hard and heavy like his mouth was the UFO and her throat the field, she was just about guaranteed to have a new necklace to show off tomorrow. Assuming that everything went right from this point on, she wouldn't be the only one wearing proof of this tryst.

Glad that her back was to their driver so that Sam was the only one that got to see her in such a tawdry state, the heiress revisited one of her favorite haunts just as they hit a shadowy stop sign and jerked to a sloppy halt. One, two, three... and...

Slammed together by the interrupted momentum of the errant vehicle so that their bodies were practically melded into one another, part A incorrectly slotted against part B and ground in for good measure. More biting the bullet than riding it, despite being confined the man's throbbing cock had just about impaled the young woman. It wouldn't have been the worst way to go.

Never minding what could have been a serious crash for all they knew, frankly the twosome lacked the scope of awareness to know if they were even being ferried to their destination or not at this point. Enraged and indignant, despite it being one of their jobs neither had been particularly careful when they left the party, both too riled up at the other to spare ten seconds to make sure they hadn't gotten into the car with any tigers. It was probably fine though.

Living dangerously the theme of the hour, right now the only thing that mattered was that they answer this all-consuming hunger burning through their very cores. There was no such thing as 'easy come, easy go', no alternative options... It had to be that irresistible drug that was slowly getting the better of them at the worst, most inconvenient times possible. Not exactly a revelation at this point, the problem was only just getting to the point that it was becoming more than needing a casual hit.

Wrist banging against Sam's chest due to the non-collision that normal obeyers of traffic laws regularly encountered, Dells pictured what was underneath the v-neck and plaid over-shirt combo. While her outfit had been considered with great care an actual literal week in advance, his had been selected at random from the dresser drawer the day of. More to the point, it was incredibly sexy and something she could hardly wait to rip off.

Brought back to their time in the shower, she could vividly recollect the tufts of course hair curling in her hands as she lathered the soap across his body. Trim and storied, on top of the faded bruises and the trio of bullet holes that had pierced all the way through, there was a myriad of other scars that were buried so far into the past you'd practically have to know they were there to see them. Muscles prominent enough to cast a silhouette in just about any top, he had fallen just behind enough on his workout regiment to say that he was only just starting to lose some of his edge to age. But damn if that man wasn't still drop-dead gorgeous (and she could honestly say that, having seen photos).

Frustration only mounting as he deliberately honed in on the beginning of the semi-hidden script riding the fine line between rib and underboob, the restless heiress actually groaned out. They were wasting so much time playing it slow like this - time that could have been better spent before they arrived back at the hotel for their things. At any other time this right here would have been her idea of heaven, but right now, when her core was burning brighter than captured lava and threatening to overflow, it wasn't nearly enough.

And...

Backing up just a hair as to not be misunderstood, being lavished was so much better than nice, but... BUT! Due to the way her few adult influences had spoken at her, the inexperienced teen had been under the impression that going slow basically equated to making love. Which was both incredibly misguided on her part and obviously something they'd never do. Not in a million years.

First off, for that to happen Daniella would actually have to admit that she harbored those sorts of feelings for Sam (whom she hardly knew by most standards). Secondly - and most importantly - he'd have to return them.

"I need it, now." To compensate for the near turtle pace (and to drop a hint that he really shouldn't have needed at this stage), Dells scraped her nails harmlessly against the man's shoulders. Only drawing cotton this time, there came a point where she had to be diligent in feeding her own rampant desires. "I need you." Affirming this point, darting across the horizon - in the sight of God and Man no less - there had been an undeniable flash of heart-pink, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the gritty remainder of the beach.

Swollen from all the gnashing and kissing, artificially flavored and shining ever so slightly, her lips were practically searing into his skin at this point. White-hot heat fresh from the deepest, most depraved parts of hell itself, it was worse when her maw actually touched him. More than willing to give his impatient little baby what she so craved, the adventurer lived up to his title, risking life and limb alike as he plunged his climbing hand into the top of her trousers to canvas the territory.

Teasing her just to get a glimpse of the delightful way she screwed up her face, his fingers crept between them with a purpose. Although he was careful to keep something between them at all times, the thick callouses that ordinarily protected his hands during the free climbing segments were rough against her covered mound. Methodical. Hips rotating to get him to trip up and fall off the outermost seam of her panties, Dells was only getting more and more rambunctious the longer it took him to penetrate the lacy membrane.

Succulent friction mounting as the aging adventurer made spectacular use of all his many years of accumulated knowledge, the eldest (and only, so far as she was concerned) Drake brother traced the shape of her flower. Imaging just the right shade as his index curved up along the seam of her labia, the young woman raked her nails against his left shoulder when he skimmed over her innermost pearl. Fighting a low moan from escaping, she busied herself with the right one - kissing it better, Dells went so far as to smooth out the light fabric before she got distracted.

"You should know..."

Acting as he spoke, Sam quickened the pattern he was drawing between her legs while she admired the beautiful sculpt of his biceps. First it was a rose done in reverse, the coils getting smaller the closer they got to home; once his pen had found a hidden inkwell, he decided to take a more abstract floral approach, doodling something that was closer to a lazy lily. Next he may go for a cherry blossom, just so that he could have an excuse to do something involving a sprig.

Warbled note hitting her throat when he changed tracts, the man nipped at the high tulips lost in glacial isolation, tugging them with his teeth to see what kind of reaction that would get. Not disappointing, the heiress dropped her hands to either side of his open collar, and did the great service of helping him out of one more layer that restricted his movement and generated way more heat than was necessary. Discarding the overshirt on the floor of the taxi in a forgotten heap, it only seemed appropriate that the second one follow.

Antsy to be touched every which way a girl could be, the heiress slowed down long enough to enjoy the sight of her man shedding the rest. Dedicating the image of him ripping off the v-neck to memory, she took a page from his book and traced the tattoo that was over his heart, albeit very clumsily, almost as if she were drunk. Lips pressing up against the very center of the old design, Daniella mapped out the space between this and the four birds that so enthralled her.

Tempted to spend the rest of the hour focusing on his chest alone, instead she hiked up her skirt for better visibility (and hopefully access). Not nearly enough time to spend like they would have liked, he didn't think twice before savagely tearing into the flimsy cotton leggings, exposing a thin periwinkle triangle that was just barely covering the best bits.

Mindful of the fact that there was still a long way to go before she was truly good and broken-in, the thief figured that he probably owed it to her to rub the outermost layer of her womanhood more, but... Between his own restraint reaching its breaking point and the way she was whimpering for more, that probably wasn't gonna happen. In some form of contrition, the self-proclaimed perfecter of the bad boy archetype left behind once last piece of graffiti to be remembered by.

Lashes on full display as she cast her eyes down to watch what she was doing with her own hands, a perverse little smirk lit up her features when she won the battle with his zipper. "I know."

Ravenous as his old friends Dismas and Gestas must have been in their final days, Sam didn't have anything preventing him from taking the young woman in his arms and laying a big wet one on her. Messy from a lack of planning and totally animal, the man unwittingly pressed everything he had into that kiss. Everything. Even the last tiny fragment of himself that he had been jealously guarding since... Honestly, he wasn't even sure how long it had been since he'd let anyone get this close, or if anyone had even come remotely close to treading where the girl now stood, ignorant of the beating heart that she was holding in her hands.

Pleased as punch that she was finally getting her way, the heiress picked up the slack and reached between them to pull her underwear aside. Damned if he thought he was going to get away with being the only one that got away with determining their route, she roughly pawed the slick slit to hastily get it ready for what was about to come. Happen? Cum. For better or for worse, something had been started in that backseat, and only a chemical reaction was going to stop it now.

Gaze glinting with a curious fascination as she watched him mimic her lead and get himself ready, Dells 'accidentally' slid her middle finger into her soaked folds. In and out, clearly having a good idea what he was doing, Sam even knew how high was too high to lift the girl when he released the mighty kraken from its prison, out and in.

And speaking of the fearsome king of the seven seas, because her attention was exclusively focused on the blinded cyclops springing to its full height, the heiress was startled when the ex-con caught her unexpectedly by the wrist. Gasping out loud as he pulled her hand away with a very wet squelch, her femininity tingled when the historian brought her dirtied digit to his lips and sucked it down. And here she'd been thinking that she was hot shit for everything that Jay had taught her.

Making masterful use of the distraction, he ran the length of his cock against her wanting cavern; twitching against him with each pass, his strokes had become faster and more reckless, her shivers less contained. Once, it was a cartographer's tool made to trace the lay of the land. Twice, he was so eager to deliver on what she asked for that he had nearly just barreled in. Three times, Dells had been so wet he had nearly bumbled his way through the walls to a broken wonderland without an express invitation. Three times, and then he was inside.

Choking back a strangled cry, to say that she had winced was an unfunny understatement - Daniella felt like she was being split open by a mountain, each ankle tied to a horse that was trying to jolt in the opposite direction. Apparently it didn't matter how badly she had needed him to complete that missing part of herself, or that he had taken a handful of precautions for her sake, because this was just not something she could have prepared for. Completely sober for a change and only so lubricated in their haste, it could have been worse, but it also could have been better...

Discomfort written plain across the young woman's marble-like countenance, the thief held as still as if he were waiting out the flood of the prison spotlights. Not nearly so heartless as to leave her to suffer, as she took as long as she needed to adjust to this new position he tried to help get her mind off the pain she was so obviously feeling. Maybe next time don't let your dick treat Sleeping Beauty like she was just any other woman? Just a thought.

Not entirely sure if she would get more comfort out of him doing absolutely nothing or if he should send her a prayer on his palm, Sam came up with what he thought to be a decent compromise. Moving his hands back up as far north as her waist, the historian gave the corner of her mouth a quick peck; testing to see where she stood, when he didn't get reprimanded Sam proceeded to give his baby girl a real kiss. Forehead pressing into hers, noses glancing one against another so that their lips had the clearest possible path to one another, for just a moment it was a sweet thing. Sweaty, sure, but sweet.

Then the kiss went on, hands just kinda hanging there uselessly due to a shared uncertainty that clouded the air like a miasma. Clinging to the lingering taste of his cigarette, Daniella opened her mouth a little wider when his tongue smoothed the top of her lips, licking away the chapstick she had gotten at the little market in town. Maybe this was better than she had initially given it credit for...

Held steady in his dependable grip, in the back of her mind she could almost hear the voice of every single person she had ever met casting doubt that he could be any such thing, that he was an incorrigible rogue. Technically speaking they weren't wrong on that last count, however that was only one side of Sam, the side that he chose to let show. Like the most precious of polished gems, the man had so many more aspects to his person that he hid; haunted by his own demons, the thief would probably never let any one person see even half of these, not even his little brother. Let alone some affable little twit he hadn't even known six months.

Yet all the same she knew. Sam Drake was so much more than people gave him credit for.

Strong, brave, sure of what it was he wanted in life as well as in the moment, the heiress had no lingering doubts that he would do everything in his power to protect her. Flawed as anyone in the position would have been, he'd been a great big brother, and just as good to her. Never daring to compare herself to his actual family, Daniella paid enough attention to the day-to-day interactions with his younger sibling to tell that he'd always been the one to play the role of protector. That he'd go the extra the mile for those that he loved. Strike that last. Cared for.

Dells had very little illusion (but maybe some bias) as to the kind of man that Sam was. Secretly kinder than he initially let on, the ex-con would do more than the next guy ever would to keep her safe. Safe and as close to content as she could get under the circumstances. How could she deny that when he'd gotten the car door for her even with the air between them being as tense as it was? Sure he might have been a treasure hunter by trade, but he wouldn't sell her up the river.

He...

Lying to herself, the heiress tried to pretend that she hadn't been on the verge of saying that he loved her. Of that, there hadn't been any definitive proof in the case, unless you counted the futile prayer of a foolish child that longed so desperately for it to be the truth. Sam's never going to feel that way about you, face it. Perspiration as transparently clear as tears, she hastily wiped the back of her hand against her eyes before he got the wrong idea. You're lucky you're getting this much.

Best make the most of it while you can.

Resolved to take her own advice for once, Daniella watched Sam until the worst of the pain began to ebb into something tolerable.

How was it that even when he wasn't doing at all she still found him to be a sin worth committing? Seriously?

All gentleman even as their desires burned through decorum and traipsed ever closer towards the cannibalistic, those dark hazel islands were locked in the storm, glued not on the obvious locale but on her. Afraid that maybe he would see too much one day, as she made the first move to continue, Dells wondered what was on his mind in that moment.

Tail.

Cottontail.

The thing about bunny rabbits was that they were notoriously skittish animals, prone to quaking even when they weren't consciously moving. Very much channeling that self-same habit, her movements began small; jerky at first as she found her footing, they then evolved into a hesitant hop. As she climbed her way up Darwin's ladder towards a confident bounce, it was Sam's turn to have his breath taken away.

"Fuck..." Drawing out the word longer than he'd intended to, when she'd responded with a coquettish head tilt and a subsequent lip bite, Sam couldn't help but make it sound salacious. "Baby girl, I ever tell you how good you look sitting on my lap?"

Doing her utmost to relax so that she could acclimate to her partner's girth and length, Dells swallowed before she started to move with some certainty, "Can't say that... that I... remember hearing that one." Breathing labored in spite of the fact that she was going far more slowly than the fire in her belly would have liked, the heiress wasn't entirely so foolish as to rip herself yet another new one. Musing very briefly if this was what the old saying was referring to, she tentatively began to work her hips with a brilliant flash of teeth. "But I wouldn't mind if it were to become a habit."

Comment earning a telling grin from the man, Sam studied the young woman as if she were the most important clue to solving a rather demanding mechanism. "That so?"

Hair mussed up from taking that dive into the sand, her locks had only become that much more wild from their combined actions. Well, mostly it had been him running his hands through that field of golden lies, fingers knotting through to the root as he tasted the salty sheen. Doing much the same to him, it was most definitely a good thing that the boat he'd rented had a fairly nice bathroom, complete with a mirror and a shower large enough for two.

Face flushing an even brighter shade of red, the girl was blushing as if she thought she'd said too much. "I mean... Oh, shush!"

Gaze becoming increasingly more intense as he studied her, the more information the adventurer collected it only made sense that there was no answer to this puzzle after all. The pieces all seemed to be there, and yet there was something about Dells... something that reminded him that she was more than an age-old riddle that was waiting to be solved.

Swept up in this line of thinking more than he probably should have been in the moment, the explorer dusted her golden surface, brushing a strand of spun bronze back behind her ear when it fell into her face. Hand traitorously lingering some place between where her ear met her jaw and those imploring sets of blue topaz, he recognized that the motion was more sentimental than a simple gesture of kindness. Effigy of erudite elegance leaning into the not-so-humble thief's arms when she began to experimentally stir her pelvis, he felt himself grow even more engorged within the confines of her walls.

"Easy does it, baby girl." Having long since discovered that showing a little concern was one of the best tactics to employ in the name of pursuing a potential suitor, it was almost second nature to drop such a line. But was it really just a line? With her, it was safe to say that it probably wasn't...

For as well as anyone could tell in that velvety blackness of night, it had been the twin islands that had trapped the storm for a change, the winds calming only once her brow had come to rest against his own in the dark. Hazel landmass shifting to reveal new features that the fog had not yet experienced, the princess from the far away land of untold riches was as good as in the palm of his hand. Treasure's right there. All I gotta do is reach out and take it.

Why does it feel like something just broke, inside?

Dells...

Sam...

Why do birds suddenly appear

Four coming to mind, Daniella could just about name them.

Every time you are near?

Always next to her, she really wouldn't have it any other way.

Just like me, they long to be

Oh, what bitter longing blackened her heart, what dead hope... Even now, as they sat near motionless in a moment that didn't have any right to exist, something pulled at the vulnerable heartstrings of the naked heiress.

Close to you.

Softened to a hitherto unknown degree, everything fell apart in a single stolen glance... Years upon years of painstakingly fortified defenses? All torn asunder down to the last splinter, every nut and bolt eviscerated, every brick blackened and burned in the time it took a pretty girl to smile. Cold and aloof smithies crafting the strongest armor known to encase an intentionally frozen heart, what good had it been in the end? Thawed in the golden pool of a reluctant saint, both the armor and the ice were gone, the rare resources melted down at the foot of the only alter she wanted to worship.

On the day that you were born the angels got together

Hell's angels, maybe.

And decided to create a dream come true

Rafe may not have seen it, but others sure as shit did.

So they sprinkled moondust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue.

Written well before her father's time even, the song definitely had captured this moment with almost eerie accuracy, from the drugstore dye-job down to the argent halo that stuck to her every small move. Really the only thing that was off about it was that it was such a sweet, romantic song, and this was...

Torrid on the surface, there was more to the little pauses, the attention that bordered on devotion. In fact, if the man didn't know any better...

"Call me by my name." A strange request when the young woman had never once voiced any distaste for his pet name for her, it didn't exactly strike the brunette as a bad thing. Acting from a scared place more than anything else, the heiress was rapidly losing what little self-control she had left.

Part of the ex-con jaded enough to question if this was her way of testing if he was there with her or not, even at his most cynical he supposed that it was a fair enough play. Meeting her gaze once more at the risk of getting knocked through yet another loop, he thought it best to answer her fears with a light embrace. Lips caressing the tip of her nose as well as the zenith of each cheekbone, he made a point to never once break eye contact with his baby girl.

"Daniella." Paying attention to everywhere but the young woman's bare breasts, Sam ended his tour on the inside of her wrists, gently misting them like he'd watched her doing with her perfume that afternoon. Not surprisingly, he could still smell slight traces of it, mingling with the generic hotel brand soap in the hot island air.

Christ, why did she have to smell so sinful? So... delicious?! Seriously, he was pretty sure that even a bitter, untouched, quite possibly asexual hard-head like Sister Katherine would be moved by Daniella. Anyone in their right mind could have found at least one small aspect of her to cherish.

Cherish?

Typically the historian found that fucking the other party senseless was the right way to handle these things, however, just now it didn't seem like the right answer. Engaging in little more than some very (overly) light foreplay, somehow being there in that backseat with Dells just sitting on his lap was... Well, it didn't feel wrong. Quite the opposite in fact, and honestly that scared him. Sam Drake, intimidated by sex, can you imagine?

Except... Somehow this didn't feel like it was anything close to what constituted as 'normal' for him...

Frightened not a word he'd ever much cared to use when describing himself, there had been times in his life when it was inescapable. Losing his parents in the crowd when he had only been three or four, spending those long nights tormenting himself over what would happen when his mother finally gave out, and then having to live the reality. Trying his hardest to fit in at Saint Francis', attempting to raise his little brother when it became clear that no one else was going to bother. Navigating the choppy waters of his teens there'd been even more added to his plate, between his little brother running the risk of ruining his own life like his big brother had and trying to find some way to prove to Nathan that it wasn't hopeless, it seemed like there was no good outcome. Not for either of them.

Okay, so maybe Samuel Morgan had had a lot to be afraid of, but when they'd donned their rightful name, it seemed like the perfect fresh start he'd needed to reforge himself into the person he was always meant to be. Mostly that had been a good thing, and it felt like he really had gotten braver somehow. Sullivan would have called it reckless abandon, but after almost falling into the trappings of a 'normal life', Sam called it freedom.

In not telling him about Logan, Crystal had probably done the best thing for him. Messed up as that girl had been, she just might have been one of the best relationships the thief had - which was a scary thought on a lot of levels.

Come to think of it, she might have been the last serious relationship Sam had. Not counting whatever twisted, toxic work thing he'd shared with Rafe, pretty much everything else had all been shallow surface encounters, meaningless sex in its purest form. Obviously the adventurer wouldn't trade any of it in for the world, however, having Dells around hadn't been all that bad...

Despite not being one to bother with the television that came standard in just about very room, there had been something to say about snuggling close with the young woman. Letting the TV ramble meaningless static in the background, he would not mind repeating a moment like when she'd asked him about getting a tattoo together when this was all over. Hell, he'd even come around some to watching her in the bathroom when she took ten hours too many to get dressed for breakfast.

I let her in... Fuck me.

Baby girl going crazy enough to not even think twice about screwing in public, when she found a position that was comfortable for her, all bets were off. Clutching tight to Sam as he kept her both anchored from floating away into the ceiling and from falling backwards into the plastic divide between them and their driver, her head rolled back as her partner matched her mad-dash pace. Driving deep into her body like there was actually no tomorrow, he stopped holding back not because he didn't care, but because he was psychically incapable of keeping himself from savoring her very essence.

Endorphins and dopamine and whatever else was released in the act of... intimacy... flooding out the more sappy thoughts, he grunted as she slammed down against his cock. Ride made all the rougher by the back tires hitting a gaping pothole, they were in it too far to look back now. Besides, Dells was starting to feel more pleasure than pain now. Maybe it has something to do with how gently he's been treating you? Keen to sabotage, her thoughts threatened to betray her even as her body was exalted, his lips never far from some part of her skin.

Spit paving a fresh path from the long v-curve of her neck to the edge of where her bra had bunched up to, the thief laved her sweet honey canvas with his tongue, claiming every last part he could reach. Paying extra close attention to her eyes when his travels lead him along the length of her clavicle, he silently asked for her permission before approaching the site of the Angelic drillings. Granting it after a short moment of consideration, Dells clearly thought it to be an ugly, private thing, a literal badge of weakness and defeat. Sam disagreed, showing his princess just how much he could appreciate the worst sides of her.

Arching her spine as the treasure hunter struck a vein in the mine, it was the heated way his lips plundered the site of her biggest humiliation and shame that made the heiress moan. Came what may in her life, she was fairly certain that she would never find anybody that would favor her injuries this way. She was just as sure that she didn't want to look. But you will have to, someday.

More than a little encouraged by her reaction, the brunette ghosted against the three little letters shaping her mouth, just barely skimming the angry pink surface. Purring aloud as the flat of his tongue flickered over the outermost rim (he had to be careful, or they'd need to wake up Rafael to come and patch up the potentially infected, raw indentation), Dells closed her eyes to just enjoy it.

Crying out for her very own personal Jesus, he answered her prayer with a single word, a holy word that meant the world. "Daniella." Spurring his baby girl on so that they could transcend to a place beyond thought and all the perilous implications that followed, Sam grazed the top of each breast for good measure.

"Sam..." Matching tit-for-tat, Dells sank her teeth into the same shoulder that her father had once shot.

One good turn deserving another, with half-lidded hazel eyes the man lightly smacked the false blonde's fit little backside. Not much there to jiggle and not in a position to watch the fair skin turn scarlet and white, it was more a test of his partner's limits than for his own benefit. Unclear how the abrupt action made her feel, it was something that they would have to try down the road, when there was both time and space to do so.

Given a shrug to communicate this, the adventurer made a mental note to return to this; he also jotted down that she was looking ahead. At the future. With him.

Taking further encouragement from this information, Sam gave her rear a hearty squeeze, tight enough for her fleshy cheeks to spill through the spaces in between his fingers. Building from cupping her ass in his hands, the thief lifted the heiress so that her shoulders were ramming into the roof, his cock plunging in and out all the way from the base to the tip. When he fell out of her, she amended the mistake almost straight away, tarrying just long enough to double-pump his shaft before reinserting him manually.

When she got too heavy to keep airborne, the historian returned the princess to her throne - thighs wrapping tighter around him, she allowed the shift, moaning into the curved bulge of his bicep.

Thrusts volatile in the best kind of way, the thief was filling his heiress up to the brim with each and every pass, delighting in the perverse way her body writhed over his own. Silhouette glistening silver and gold in the nebulous night, despite the fact that they were both beginning to sweat profusely, the mercurial light shining in her eyes couldn't have been more beautiful.

Authentic Jackson Pollock's and Andy Warhol's so common in her life that they may has well have been ten cent stock photographs, Daniella knew something about fine art. Damnable in some circles, she would happily trade all the canvases in the manor for just one pocket picture of Sam. Ideally it would have been from this moment right here, but she wasn't all that picky.

Friction sending the couple into a shared nirvana, between his cock stretching her insides to fit like a glove and her muscles tightening so much that it felt like she might snap his dick off altogether, they only had eyes for one another. Fingers intertwining of their own accord, as they could feel their respective highs fast approaching, both the heiress and the thief picked up the pace. Finding a balance between two extremes, she kissed Sam full on the lips as he tagged that oh-so-elusive sweet spot.

"Dells, keep going." Name too long and too tricky to be bothered with as she rode back for the stables, the historian reverted to the classics with an out-of-breath puff, "yeah, baby girl, just like that." I need you. Thought not a purely sexual one, the adventurer was determined not to say that last part aloud.

"Daniella." Correcting the man not because she needed to be right but because she had to zero in on something outside of the grizzled brunette, it didn't matter one whit when the big moment arrived.

Cup overflowing by design, it washed throughout her entire body from her fingertips down to her toes, as all encompassing as a casual dip in any body of water larger than a tub and as rapid as a feckless dive from the side of a cliff. Never really grasping the analogy of a flower in bloom until that moment, the majority of the unfurling pulse came from her core, from the point that connected man and woman.

On that note, Sam was not very far behind in his own orgasm.

Process helped along by the constant vibration of the vehicle as well as the other obstacles on the road, the thief's free hand tapped the side of her thigh to let her know that he was getting dangerously close to his limit. Not really expecting anything to come of the gesture, he reveled in the noises of their activities while he still could, finding that he especially enjoyed the breathy way she would whimper his name. Knuckles rapping the side of her leg with great aplomb, he was fairly certain that it was the slapping of skin on skin that set him over the edge. That, or it had been the look in her eyes when she most recently met his gaze.

Hard white candy on the menu, releasing inside the young woman yet again it was his turn to need a moment to stay in place. Over before it really began, as the man slowed everything to its natural conclusion he did so with a deliberate and deep rocking of his hips. Not really stopping to dwell on the consequences, pressing himself into her to milk himself of every last drop had been an instinctual act, a primal urge to hold his lover close and mark her as his own. Bottom lip worried between her teeth to the point that it was going ivory, when she shuddered against him it was enough to make him positively preen with pride.

"Daniella," gently brushing back the untamable hair that had fallen behind her ear again, the thief gave the side of her head a tender kiss, "I-"

Lost in that lusty sea as it ebbed away into the afterglow, Dells blurted out something incredibly... stupid. But it was okay, because it was (kinda, although not at all) during sex, so it didn't mean anything, right? Please tell me it doesn't have to mean something, she implored the ancestors above and below. Please tell me that he didn't hear. Please! Let it be something. ANYTHING.

The stunned look on Sam's face would say otherwise, that he indeed had heard and didn't know what to make of what had just been uttered between them.

Author's Note:

Ay, this chapter took so damn long to write! And there was a surge in viewership, which is randomly unexpected but totally great! Normally I wouldn't talk numbers, but it just ticked up outta nowhere! I'm shocked! And really happy! Hopefully whomever is reading this (or rereading, or its just a single person skimming through, is enjoying :)

"Close To You", by the Carpenters. Technically, I was listening to the version by Utada Hikaru, but eh, that's just me.