whoops this turned out to be one of my favorites~


Eva noticed what was missing first.

The little ball of anxiety that had taken up semi-permanent residence in her sternum had disappeared. There were no racing thoughts about what she had to do to be ready for the coming week. Another line.

Also, her sheets were gone.

Yawning, she rubbed at her closed eyes and then blinked them open. Her outstretched arm collided with a body, and that's when she turned her head to take the rest of her bed in.

It wasn't a body she'd bumped. It was a sheet cocoon.

"Neil?" she said softly. She rolled over toward him and started pulling gently at the sheets, stifling the urge to giggle.

"Morning, dumplin.'" A soft laugh came from the entanglement, and arms moved underneath, eventually revealing Neil's head.

"Good morning. Give me back my sheets, please."

"Since you asked so nicely."

The contortions needed to properly retrieve her sheets ended up with Neil on top of her, their legs entwined. Eva just smiled and impulsively put her hands into his hair, and smiled wider when he didn't pull away; he dropped a kiss on her shoulder instead.

"Who are you and what did you do with Eva?" he said, tracing patterns on her neck.

That did make her giggle. "Who are you and what did you do with Neil?"

"Fair enough." He just smiled. It went right to his still-uncovered eyes. "Maybe this is us, now."

"Yeah." She closed her eyes and turned into his touch, but that's when his hand moved away.

His other hand joined it, and one button came undone on her pajama top.

"What are you thinking?" she asked lazily, knowing full well; she just wanted to hear him say it.

He undid two more buttons. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

That was not what she'd expected. She didn't know how to answer, so she didn't.

"I have… stuff to work through. Stuff I need to be honest with you about. And I'll try. I'll fuck up. You know me, right?" A half smile. "But. But I love you, Eva. I'm glad you pushed me to admit it last night. I guess maybe I'm a little impatient now."

All her buttons were undone. Eva did a half-crunch to shrug it off fully, stealing a kiss from Neil while she was at it. As soon as she lay flat again his lips and tongue were on her, skating over her breasts and ribs and farther down.

She hadn't put underwear back on last night.

"Neil."

He propped his chin on her stomach and looked at her.

"What are you doing?" A ball of very-much-not anxiety fluttered in her chest.

"Something I've wanted to for a long time. But I'll stop whenever you want me to."

She watched as he traveled downward, her breath quickening as he took her in. Was he the kind of guy who didn't like hair down there? Was he—

He covered her with his mouth, tongue sweeping.

"Ohmigod." She arched against him one hand, digging into the sheets. "Oh."

He wanted to taste all of her, it seemed, mouth and tongue moving everywhere. She had to remember to breathe, it was already so much and he hadn't even focused on—

She gasped brokenly at the kiss he laid to her clit. "Neil, oh fuck…"

Moaning, she rolled into his face as he began stroking her clit with his tongue; long sweeps, teasing patterns, more pressure in one spot. Wetness seeped into the bedsheets, and she sighed blissfully, settling into a mindless, needy rhythm.

It was comforting, almost, the way her pleasure gently climbed.

But then, eventually, suddenly, it stopped. She shuddered, hips twitching, and forced herself not to chase his mouth.

"Too much?" he asked, a little shakily.

"No, god, no!" But she realized retroactively she'd been getting pretty loud. "Neil, please don't stop, I might die… C-Can you?"

"Oh, I could do this for hours, probably," (and her eyes snapped to the way his hips were moving against the sheets), "just wanted to check in."

He wasn't smiling. So he wasn't being a complete ass.

"Thank you." She inhaled, let it out, and reached a shaking hand out to his head. "You're doing really good."

His eyes darkened in a flash at her hand in his hair, and she grunted at how sharply her muscles clenched seeing that. Then his mouth was on her again, doing just what he'd been doing, and she went back to riding his face and not caring about how loud she was.

Pleasure climbed and climbed and climbed until she needed just a push.

"Fuck, Neil!" she cried as he sucked on her clit, and he did it again and again, and her hand clenched in his hair as her orgasm exploded and reverberated through her whole body. "Oh, god, oh god…!"

Somehow she kept her eyes open though her body seized up, and the sight of him rutting into the sheets, his mouth still on her, sent another last wave through her.

Her hand released him and he immediately pulled away. He was breathing just a bit faster, licking his lips, pupils wide.

"Come up here, come on."

Neil slid up her body and kissed her insistently, and he moaned when she opened her mouth for his tongue. He was shaking against her, so lightly, but still shaking.

"I want you inside me," she said, nipping at his lips. "Wanna feel how hot that got you."

"Not gonna take long," he said with a breathless laugh. It dissolved into a moan as he eased into her.

Eva wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down against her chest, shutting her eyes to really feel the way he moved slowly inside her. "I saw you," she whimpered out, "fucking the bed while you were eating me out. God, Neil, you have no idea how sexy that was."

"Told you I've wanted to do that forever." In between tiny noises, he peppered her skin with sloppy kisses. "Wasn't—wasn't sure if I could make you come, but, but fuck…"

"You did so good. Felt so good. Let me hear you, please." Some distant part of her burned with mortification over what she was saying, but Neil moved a little faster in her, and his body weight was bliss, and that part of her was silenced.

"Eva." He moaned against her chest, stroked hard into her, moaned again. "Oh, Eva." And then he moved, until his face was against her neck, and a few more long thrusts later he was coming, gasping into her neck all the while.

She sighed, idly running her hands down his back. "No, stay," she said, when she felt him preparing to pull out of her. "Just a few minutes."

He sighed too, and moved his hands into her hair.

"You know something?" she whispered, tilting her head so she could rest her cheek against his head.

"Many things. But do tell." His voice was satisfyingly rough.

"This is better than pancakes." She chuckled.

And then she laughed, because Neil was laughing, and his breath tickled her skin. She laughed and couldn't stop because neither could he, and she was so full of happiness she had no choice.