Her back slammed against her bedroom door as his lips found hers.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, fuck -" Their shirts both landed on the floor, and she reached back to unhook her bra. Once she'd tossed it aside, his hands immediately rose to her breasts, and he bit down lightly on her neck. She moaned and threaded her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans to pull him closer.

Heat was starting to rush through her, and she slid her hands around to his belt. She heard him groan, and then she felt his teeth on her neck again. This time, he was less gentle.

Once his jeans were unzipped, she whispered, "Do you want me on my knees?"

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, yes." As soon as he felt her mouth around him, he let out another groan. "Oh my fucking fuck, yes."

He was not quiet. She enjoyed that.

"Vic, if you keep doing that, I'm going to - oh my fucking god -"

She finally pulled back and started to circle her tongue around his head. "Will you still be up for fucking me if you do?"

"Yes," he choked out. "Let's move to the bed, though."

He kicked his jeans and boxers aside as she slipped her skirt and leggings off. Then his mouth was on hers again, and they collapsed onto the bed. Her thoughts were getting very cloudy very quickly - being separated by one thin layer of fabric as she rocked against him was driving her up the wall.

"Do you want to come in my mouth before you fuck me?" she managed to get out when he moved down to her neck.

He drew back to look at her. "I mean, yes, if you want, but you really don't have to."

She slid down his body and ran her tongue up his length. "I do want to," she said. "I want to taste you."

"Oh, fuck -" he choked out when she bobbed her head back down.

The combination of his groans and every filthy thing he was managing to get out between them and how he felt in her mouth was quickly building up, and she slipped her free hand into her underwear.

"Oh my fucking god," he gasped as she moaned into him. "Take them off, I want to see you touch yourself - I want you to tell me how wet you are for me -"

She pulled back from him to yank them off and toss them on the floor. "Do you want to feel for yourself?" He reached out his hand, and she shook her head. "Not with your fingers." His breath was coming even faster now, and she threw one leg over his waist to straddle him.

"Fuck," he said loudly when she started to rock against him again, and his hands immediately went to her waist.

"Does that answer your question?"

She'd intended for her voice to sound seductive and in control. That had not been anything close to what she'd ended up sounding like, but the look on his face suggested that strained gasping wasn't ruining the effect. "Oh my fucking fuck, Vic, I need you -"

She slid back down his body. The expression on his face as he watched her bring her fingers back to her clit and wrap her other hand around him again was somehow almost as maddening as feeling him underneath her had been, and she moaned when she tasted herself on him.

She didn't stop when he warned her that he was about to come, and a bolt shot through her when he finished in her mouth.

"Oh my fucking god, you're good at that," he panted. "Kiss me." Her lips met his, and he rolled her onto her back. She felt his fingers trailing down her stomach, and she gasped into him when he reached her clit. "Should I -" he started to whisper into her ear.

"Yes, please yes, I'm so fucking close -"

When she felt his tongue, though, she realized both how close she was and that she wished that she was a little less close.

"Wait - tease me," she gasped. "Tease me, don't let me come yet, make me beg you -"

He glanced up at her, and his smile made a very pleasant shiver go down her spine. "I can do that," he said softly. "How close are you?"

"The-next-time-you-touch-me-I'm-probably-going-to-come close," she choked out.

He moved back up her body. His fingers found one of her nipples just as his lips brushed against her neck. "You really get off on having me in your mouth, don't you?" His voice was very soft. She whimpered and managed to nod, and he bite down lightly. "Well, you can have me whenever you want, Vic - as long as you let me do this afterward."

She was dimly aware of her hips starting to thrust against the air, desperate for the release. "Please," she choked as he moved down and started to swirl his tongue around her other nipple. "Please, please -"

He took it in his mouth, and he started to run his free thumb across the inside of her thigh. By the time he switched to the other side, she was practically in tears.

"Please, Gallagher, please, I need it, please -"

There was a small smile on his face. "What do you need?"

He'd started to trail kisses down her stomach. "I need you to let me come, please, please, please -"

Then she felt his tongue again, and after a moment, waves of pleasure shot through her.

"Oh my fucking god," she breathed after a minute. She opened her eyes to look at him; he had collapsed next to her and was looking very pleased with himself. "You - oh my fucking god." He bent over to brush his lips against hers. After they'd broken apart, she said, "I need you in me now."

He scrambled over to his jeans and yanked two condoms out of his pocket. He tossed one on her nightstand and tore the other one open. "How do you want me?"

"I - do you care?"

He swallowed. "Not from behind. Otherwise not picky right now."

She wasn't sure why that had inspired any hesitation, but she had more pressing things on her mind just then. "Can you get on top of me?"

"Fuck," he groaned as he slid into her, and she spread her legs wider - feeling him in her felt even better than she'd thought it would. "You feel so fucking good -"

She pulled his head down for a kiss. When they broke apart, she asked, "Why not from behind?"

He hesitated again, and she thought he might look even more flushed than he had a few moments before. "I just - I really want to see your face."

She felt a very broad smile making its way across her face of its own volition - she certainly didn't have any control over it. "That's - that's really sweet, Gallagher."

Her heart skipped a beat when she used his name, which felt vaguely ridiculous, given that she could still taste his come and he was currently inside her. The answering smile that had appeared on his face made her happy she had, though.

He gasped her name when he came this time, and his lips immediately found hers again. She felt a warmth go through her that she didn't think had anything to do with sex as his tongue touched hers and his fingers tangled in her hair.

When he pulled out of her, she was surprised by how empty it left her feeling, and she was glad when he pulled her blankets over them and put his arms around her. She squeezed his arm and nuzzled her head against his chest; her eyelids were starting to get very heavy. The next time she opened them, the light streaming through her curtains was gotten noticeably darker. When she glanced up at him, she found that that he was rubbing his eyes.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hey." She heard him swallow. "I think we fell asleep. I - should I get going? I just - I know it's kind of late now, and I don't want to impose -"

Her heart was suddenly racing again. "I mean, if you want to stay, you can - I mean, it's fine if you don't, I just - and Fred won't be back tonight -"

"Sure," he said quickly. "No, I just didn't want to be pushy and assume. If you want me to, fuck yes I want to." She smiled and pressed her lips against his chest, and he stiffened a little. She pulled back, but before she could say anything, he added, "No - that's not a bad reaction, it's a 'you're so fucking hot and that was fucking incredible, how did I even end up here' reaction."

"Oh. I - good."

He rolled onto his side, and his eyes swept down her body. "Okay, so now that you've thoroughly ensnared me -"

His tone made her break out into giggles, and he looked very pleased with himself.

" - what's the catch?"

"Ensnared?" she managed to get out.

He grinned, too. "I like to be ridiculous sometimes."

"I don't know. I'm kind of impatient and not always very sensible, I guess. What's your catch?"

"Other than being a huge dork who repeatedly tried to pick up his poll worker?" Her smile hadn't quite left her lips, and she felt it broaden again. "I don't know. I don't like online dating - I prefer to meet people the old fashioned way."

"Is that what you call it?"

He started to trail his fingers down her side, and she shuffled a little closer to him. "Well, what's more old fashioned than a deadly pandemic?"

She giggled and leaned in for another kiss, and his hand slid around to her back to pull her against him. "I like you," she said softly. "You're really funny."

She could feel his heart starting to speed up under the hand she had on his chest, and when she slid her other hand down to stroke him, he let out a groan. "I want to compliment your personality right now, too, but with you doing that, I'm having a hard time thinking."

"Are you?" She slipped her hand down a little further to start playing with his balls, and he gasped. "Good."


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