A soft chiming sound.

Warm, heavy blankets engulfing her.

A body pressed against her own.

Sadie jerked awake. She blinked hard and struggled to focus her half-asleep thoughts. As her eyes adjusted to the light she immediately recognized the red hair on the pillow beside her. She was lying in bed with Lars—she could feel the heat where their bare skin was touching—she and Lars were in bed together and they were naked—

She became aware of a relaxed and pleasant energy throughout her body, then of an unfamiliar taste in her mouth. She rolled onto her side, propping herself partially upright with one arm. She saw Lars's phone glowing and chirping at them from nearby. A memory replayed of Lars setting the alarm, talking to her as he slid his arm around her back and pulled them closer together—more scenes tumbled over each other through her mind—

The surprising softness of his kiss, with movements so careful and slow they were almost hesitant, and the excitement shivering through her when he started pushing their lips together harder and she could tell how much he liked kissing her—

A door opening, a rush of light and warmth and Lars appearing in front of her with a smile so real she couldn't help smiling in return—

Her mouth on his stomach, scattering kisses all over his warm skin, drifting beyond his navel towards his pelvis till his whole body shivered with the realization of what she was going to do—and she held back a giggle as a thrill ran through her at his escalating whimpers—

Making him laugh as they played level after level together, glancing sideways at him as they talked, taking in his words and expression and posture - seeing and hearing him in ways she never had at work, this entirely new side of him that she'd barely gotten hints of before, and liking it immensely—

How he kissed her face as his fingers moved inside her, steadily building her up towards a climax, better than anything she'd ever been able to do by her own hand—how he pushed his face to her neck to breathe a moan against her skin as his body moved with hers, then kissed her cheek, then her mouth, then pressed his tongue to hers—

Sadie stared down at Lars.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

Realizing anew that they'd slept together was enough to freeze Sadie in place for almost a full minute. Her heart was beating so hard she could almost feel it.

And somehow none of it actually felt bad.

It shook her up wildly, but she felt completely okay. Better, she felt good. The sex had been good. It had been great.

She looked again at Lars, still completely passed out beside her. His phone had silenced itself after failing to wake him up. It was just like at work - when he managed to fall asleep, sometimes the loudest noises couldn't rouse him.

Sadie experimentally put an arm around him. His shoulder twitched at the disturbance. After a moment he let out a long sigh and shifted his body further into her embrace. Sadie hugged him a little tighter and buried her face in his hair, enamored with the feeling of holding him so close against herself. A few more tiny movements from him only served to press them together more. All the contact was gentle: his hair on her cheek, his skin radiating warmth, his stomach pushing against hers in rhythm with his breath against her shoulder.

It didn't feel weird at all. Waking up with him afterwards felt normal. She supposed it could've been suddenly awkward, or felt like everything between them had changed so that she couldn't even imagine how to talk to him anymore, but she didn't feel weird about Lars. It was just fine. It made sense.

She was so glad that it happened.

She kind of wanted to do it again.

It was easy to tell that Lars was a cuddler. Sadie kept her arm around his back, holding him while he slept, and the way their bodies aligned with each other—how his long limbs followed along her shorter body—the way he leaned into her like he was gravitating to he—rhe just seemed to fit, lying right up against her.

His alarm went off again. Sadie gently rolled her shoulder forward, nudging him. Warm air from his slow exhale washed over her throat and collarbones.

She waited but he didn't move. It almost made her laugh—this was so much like trying to wake him from a dead sleep when he passed out at work.

"Lars," she whispered, putting a hand on his arm and giving a tiny shake. "Hey, Lars."

He gave a small groan and turned his face against the pillow.

"Lars."

"Hmm?" He lifted his head suddenly, rubbing at his eyes.

"Your phone," Sadie explained with half a smile.

Lars looked over at his phone as though he hadn't noticed it was going off before reaching over and turning off the alarm. For a few seconds afterwards he didn't move, and then he faced Sadie again and stared at her. She looked back at him from where she was, lying flat down against the mattress.

It occurred to her that his reaction to remembering they'd had sex might be very different from hers. A stab of fear went through her and suddenly she was trying to figure out what in the world she could say or do to recover the situation if he thought it had been a mistake, or an embarrassment.

Her slight smile faded as the moments passed and his expression remained unreadable and his thoughts unknown. Was he trying to think of a kind way to tell her he wanted her to leave? Should she crack a smooth joke about the whole thing and casually suggest they end the night before he could say anything first, and save them both from any awkwardness?

He smiled at her then, and she was so relieve—dit was that same smile she'd seen over and over again that evening, the one that was so bright and unguarded and earnest, the one that had made her want to kiss him so badly that she finally had.

Lars had lay back down and Sadie hadn't made a move to get out of bed either. Everything was soft and still and time passed slowly, measured by their relaxed breathing.

"Your bed is really soft," Sadie whispered eventually. "I want these sheets."

"Mm," Lars hummed in agreement with his head down and his eyes closed. "You're warm," he mumbled contentedly.

"Thanks. So are you."

Lars smiled at that and blinked his eyes open to look at her, and when he saw her looking back at him he held her gaze before laughing and rolling onto his front. He pressed the side of his face against the mattress and brought a hand up to hide his growing smile.

Sadie laughed at him while blushing at his affectionate mood, and the passing brushes of their bodies, and seeing the intimate detail of the scattered freckles on his bared shoulders. She had no idea she could feel this comfortable around him—that he could be like this—that she could like him this much.

"Okay, f'real, I'm getting up." Lars's vow was muffled by the pillow.

"Okay," Sadie said.

"Okay," he repeated, and slowly pushed himself onto his back, and onto his side, and Sadie heard his feet hit the floor and felt the blankets dragging after him as he pulled himself out from under them.

She opened her eyes and turned her head in time to see him straightening the waistband of his boxers along his hips. He took a t-shirt at least three sizes too big for him out of a drawer and pulled it on. Sadie watched as he turned back towards her, rubbing his eyes with one hand and lifting the other overhead in a gradual stretch.

"Oh my gosh, Lars," Sadie laughed, sitting up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, like—"

"Huh?" Lars kept stretching, both arms up now, leaning his head back and making the bruises around the base of his neck even more visible.

"I totally—uh, I gave you some hickeys," Sadie informed him. "I didn't even notice, I swear, I would've like...asked, or something..."

Lars blinked and went to the mirror leaning in a corner, tugging the collar of his shirt away to examine his own neck.

"Oh, wow," he said when he found the bite marks, stroking them lightly with his fingers. He stared for a bit before turning back to Sadie with a grin. "Holy shit," he laughed.

Sadie smiled in return, glad he wasn't upset or anything. In the time since she'd met him, it hadn't taken long to find out that sometimes Lars got panicky over things like this that were unexpected and potentially embarrassing. But he was already turned back towards the mirror, hand tracing his throat, admiring the unmistakeable lovebites with a bit of pride.

"Jeez, I mean...thanks," he said. "That's kind of awesome."

Sadie blushed.

"I didn't do it on purpose," she promised. "I mean, I didn't know I was doing anything hard enough for that, you just...y'know...seemed to like it, so..."

Now was Lars's turn to blush.

"Yeah," he said, turning his focus to brushing his hair into place. "It was—it was good."

Sadie played with a blank sheet of paper in the kitchen, folding it into a airplane while Lars looked through the fridge.

"I dunno," he mumbled from behind the door. "You want a sandwich? I can make us sandwiches..."

"Anything you want is okay with me," she assured him. "I'm not even super hungry, I'll eat whatever."

"Hmm." Sadie heard him moving things around on the shelves. She carefully smoothed the folded sheet and examined her work.

"Look out, test flight," she said as he emerged from behind the fridge door, cradling various containers in his arm.

"Ah—" He froze where he was and waited as she aimed the paper airplane and gave it a gentle toss. It sailed smoothly across the room and skidded gently along the tile floor. "Nice," he said.

Sadie swung her legs from her perch on a stool while Lars sorted through ingredients.

"What do you like? We got like, this sliced chicken, I think it's pretty good on this bread and—" He glanced over when her laugh interrupted him.

"What?"

"It's just—you're in such a good mood that it's weird," she explained.

He gave a laugh.

"Well, obviously I'm in a good mood. See, there's this thing about gettin' laid, for a while afterwards it's really—"

"Shut up, I'm not talking about your freaking afterglow—" Sadie shook her head while he cracked up at himself. "I mean you've been in a good mood since I got here. I've never seen it before. Like, you're never happy for this long."

"Are you kidding?" Lars said over his shoulder as he went back to making their sandwiches. "That's cuz work fuckin' sucks. Of course I'm a billion times happier having a day off and hanging out and playing a new game. I fucking hate that place."

"Hmm. Really? You hate it?"

"Uhhh, yeah. It's like—" He looked back at her again and picked up on her raised eyebrows.

"C'mon, Sade..." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I would quit if you weren't there, seriously."

"Tch, yeah, cuz I pick up your slack," she said, looking down to hide her blush nonetheless.

"Well, yeah, you're like an actually really good worker and you're way too good for that shithole, and that's way better to work with than the people who don't ever even do shit, but like—it's so much easier to go to work every day if you know there's someone you actually wanna see, y'know?"

Sadie grinned into the hand propping up her chin.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I do."

"Honestly," he said, "I don't get how you're, like, never in a bad mood at that place..."

It was quiet while Lars took a knife and cut their sandwiches.

"What the hell—"

He picked up the paper airplane on the floor.

"Is this seriously how you fold these?" he asked.

"Well, yeah, that's—"

"Bullshit. Look, this is easy and like a thousand times better." He smoothed the sheet out on the countertop and carefully folded it in half, smoothing the crease with his fingers. "Okay, now—here, I'll do one half, you do the other—now you just take this part and fold it over like this. Do the other side."

Sadie laughed and reached over to copy him and didn't bother avoiding having their hands meet in the middle. He leaned further over the paper, towards her.

"Yeah, okay, now do it again, like this." He didn't stop his hand from touching hers again either. She looked at him and smiled and he did the same.

"Okay, then just fold it all in half and take this edge right to the other—" He pulled the airplane towards himself to focus on lining it up properly. Then he turned it on its other side and slid it back to her. "Alright, finish it off."

"Yeah, okay, that looks better," she said, holding their new plane up.

"Try it out." Lars hopped up to sit on the cabinet and grinned at her. She launched it again and this time it flew into the next room and hit the wall. Lars looked at her triumphantly.

"Yeah, nice," she said, and giggled when he burst out laughing.

While they ate, Sadie mentioned to Lars a trip she and her mom had recently taken, and then she went ahead and told him the whole story of it. She said she had pictures, and he hopped up to sit on the counter she was eating at, and they leaned over her phone as she talked and he tapped his fingers on his leg to the rhythm of her voice.

He answered her story with a brief one of his own, and then they were just talking, and they kept talking well after they'd finished their food. Just like with everything else, it felt new. They'd talked while playing the game, but it was more often than not interrupted when they had to focus on what they were doing, and mostly they laughed at themselves and teased each other as they fought their way through various levels. Now, they were just talking, trading stories, building off each other, with nothing to interrupt them—not the game, not work, not another person in the world. Keeping up a long conversation with Lars was easier than she'd ever thought it would be, and either it was also easier to make him laugh than she thought or else she just happened to be good at it. It was like she was meeting Lars for the first time, and like she'd known him all along.

Eventually she had to wonder if Lars was aware of a flirtatiousness between them, or if it was just her. But whether he was conscious of it or not, he was definitely keeping close to her, leaning in, smiling and laughing a lot and keeping his voice low and even. She'd glance over at him sometimes and see him looking at her intently and he'd shift his gaze with a blush and apologetic giggle, only to end up watching her again within the minute. Sadie was starting to suspect that how easily everything had happened between them hadn't just been due to mutual sleep deprivation.

He dropped his head and covered his face in his hands, stifling laughter. "You notice that? Oh god..."

"You do it all the time," Sadie giggled.

"Ugh, I know, it's just like...a nervous habit or whatever. Kinda do it without thinking, I guess."

"It's fine, it's fine, it's just kinda funny to see you like leave 'em behind everywhere sometimes."

He groaned and his smile flickered as he tried and failed to quell it.

This time, Lars started it. They were laughing and he just leaned over and planted a kiss on the side of her face, and she laughed and turned towards him and without any hesitation he kissed her mouth. It was quick, but as soon as he pulled back an inch he pressed their lips together again, then again. Sadie's hands found his arms and followed them up to his shoulders, squeezing them.

After a few seconds he pulled away and straightened up a little, breathing, looking at her. Sadie slid a hand over his shoulder to rub the side of his neck, and she burst into giggles, and he did too.

"C'mon," she laughed, softly tugging him towards her, and in the next moment he was in her arms, kissing her hard, running his hands along her back and sides. She kissed him just as energetically, and he gripped her and ran a hand through her hair and she hugged him closer to herself and their bodies pushed together.

They paused to breathe eventually, still only inches apart, still touching all over each other. They kept laughing, at themselves, at each other, all of it.

Lars was making small noises into her mouth. He pushed himself towards her as they kissed, pulled her closer, and she had a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist but it was getting increasingly difficult to keep her balance on the stool she was perched on. She pried Lars away and got down from it, immediately putting her hands on his waist, and he stepped back to follow her motion and, continuing the inertia, she pushed him up against the wall.

She heard him gasp as she kissed his stomach through his shirt, rose up on her toes to kiss his ribs. He slid his hands through her hair again, weaving strands through his fingers. She felt the pressure of his heavy breathing against her kisses, and it made her want to drag her mouth over every part of his body.

"Sade..." he whispered between gasps. She slid her fingers under his shirt to shove the fabric up out of the way, kissing and biting his bare skin, then brought a hand around him to hold on to the curve of his ass. He pushed back into her grip, pinning her hand to the wall, and let out a soft, breathy moan. She sucked on his skin and trailed her free hand up his thigh, then brought it up between his legs to cup him over his boxers. She gave a gentle squeeze and nipped his stomach and he gave a winded "oh" and sank against her palm.

After a few seconds of slow massaging to coax more sound out of him, he suddenly pushed her away by the shoulders and sank to his knees to meet her in an open-mouthed kiss. Following him, she kneeled down as well and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue sliding against hers and he must have liked it too because in the middle of the kiss, he climbed into her lap, straddling her legs and wrapping his arms around her back.

When a moan broke out of her, he immediately responded with one of his own, and pulled her to himself even more enthusiastically.

Sadie had been trying to run both her hands up under his shirt when they lost balance and Lars slid off her thighs, one leg still hooked around her hips, her hand still caught under her shirt. He laughed loudly and she dragged herself after him and they were both laughing when they ended up lying on the kitchen floor, entangling their legs, locking arms around each other's back to embrace as tightly as they could. Sadie kissed at his neck so that she could still hear him giggle.

They soon picked themselves up off the tiled floor and Lars led her into the next room, where a long, wide, slightly fraying couch sat near the wall. In a matter of seconds they were both up on it, kissing and grasping at each other.

Eventually Sadie shoved him over and he compliantly fell onto his back on the cushions. He drew his hands up by his head invitingly, looking up at her, panting, waiting to be touched.

Sadie got a jolt of arousal at the sight, and a shiver of excitement from knowing that Lars was enjoying this so much. She crawled over him and stared him in the eyes as she placed her hand on his lower stomach, slid it down over the small bump of his pelvis, between the join of his legs, and began petting him over the fabric of his boxers, slow and gentle strokes of her fingertips.

He gave a low moan and twisted against the couch, legs opening, back curving upwards, head pushing back. Sadie began rubbing him a bit more firmly, careful to still keep the contact tantalizingly light, and leaned in over him to bite and suck at his throat until she added a new bruise to his collection.

When she'd gotten him fairly worked up into a mess, she backed off.

"Round two?" she murmured as she pulled his shirt off over his head and arms, taking in the sight of his bared torso laid out beneath her. Lars laughed as he fought to catch his breath, hips rolling against hers to the rhythm of his inhales.

"Level two," he said with a grin. "Player two."

Sadie tried and failed to hold back giggles as he snorted with laughter. She placed both hands flat against the plane of his stomach, ran them up along the ridges of his ribs, then felt the slight softness of his chest, rubbing her palms in circles over it. Lars sighed in contentment, reaching up to hold on to her waist, squeezing and pulling her closer.

Lars eventually rolled them over so that Sadie was on her back and he nudged his face to her neck, kissing up and down along it. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the cushions, massaging his shoulders as he moved his mouth down to her shoulders and collarbones. He paused over the hem of her t-shirt, breathing against her skin, then kept moving his mouth over the cloth, kissing her breasts, and she was glad she'd left her bra on his bedroom floor, able to feel the warmth and softness of his lips through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Less than half a minute after he pulled off her top, Lars tugged her underwear off too, and kissed her stomach, kissed along her trail of hair, kissed over her clit, and—

Stopped.

Sadie opened her eyes, lifted her head slightly to look down at him. Lars was leaning down over her, red hair falling in his face, staring between her legs. His hands on her waist held her with a firmness that was different than before—it was tension.

"Hey," she said. "You okay?"

"Uh—yeah—I, uh..." He glanced up at the ceiling.

"You, ah...don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Sadie said quietly.

"I—" He blushed. "I want to, it's just..."

He trailed off, silent and unmoving. He looked up and saw her watching him and he gave a shaky laugh, dropping his head.

"God," he said, "It's just—ugh, you shouldn't've told me that was your first try eatin' somebody out, Sade...you really were so fuckin' good at it, now I'm—" He gave a short laugh again. "I've never gone down on anybody either and now I'm too...I'm—I'm nervous," he admitted.

"Oh, gosh, Lars..." Sadie almost laughed but caught herself at the last second, knowing he'd be embarrassed. "It was just luck. I sure don't have any requirements here or anything, I swear, there's no...there's no pressure."

"Yeah..." Lars bit his lip. There was a pause; Sadie saw him hesitating.

"Okay," she whispered, sitting up. She lifted Lars upright as well and kissed him a few times before looking at his face. He gave a quick smile and half a shrug, mouthing "sorry."

"Hey, it's fine, it's totally fine," she assured him, rubbing her hands up and down his arms. "You can be nervous. I mean, is this—is all of this your first time?"

Lars blushed again, looking down.

"Um...no, but...also, kind of?"

Sadie waited for him to laugh and then let hers out as well.

"Christ, I mean, you wanna hear about my crap first time in the middle of this?"

"Sure, tell me all about it," she murmured, leaning forward and kissing his jaw. "Go on."

Lars drew a long, slow breath as Sadie bit at his neck and gently worked it between her teeth.

"It's not even—not even interesting, it's just, like—it was a while ago, like, over a year before I even started work, and, like—"

He cut himself off with a low, quiet moan when Sadie pressed their hips together and gave a sharper bite to his shoulder. He put a hand on the back of her head, an arm around her, hugging her tightly.

"Uh-huh?" she prompted, kissing and licking the bite mark.

"O-okay so, there was...this guy in my grade, we—we had a few classes together, kinda knew each other, and, like, he was kinda cool, kinda nice, and it was like—it just kinda seemed like the sorta person you were supposed to wanna date, y'know? So like...I probably wouldn't've done anything but he kinda asked like, 'hey, if I asked you out, would you say yes,' and I was like 'I guess,' and then we were kinda dating, and—ah—no, no, keep going, that was good...we, um, went out for like a while and it was okay but he was kinda boring and he kissed weird and...after like a couple months I was over at his place, and we fucked, and—I wanted to do it, y'know, but it was l-like, he just—uh, just had me on his bed and then got his dick in me as soon as fuckin' possible, like—like...ah, fuck, Sadie, fuck...a-at least he had the goddamn sense to make sure it didn't hurt first or whatever or I woulda been real pissed, but the whole thing was over really fast and, like, it felt good, but I didn't even cum. Like, just this dude lying on top of me and fuckin' me and then rollin' off when he was done and like...god, it kinda sucked. And like I made sure he used a fuckin' condom and shit but I swear to god I was like, paranoid for the next two months. ...Oh, and then, after we broke up like a month later cuz he was boring and I was pretty sure I didn't actually like him, after that, I go and find out that he says he thinks he only wanted to go out with me cuz he thought it would be hot to fuck me cuz I'm trans. Like, he fuckin' said that. Ugh, Sadie, I didn't even cum!"

She laughed at his indignation and kissed his mouth.

"That is a really bad first time," she reaffirmed.

"It was!" he fumed. "Like, you know what, no, he didn't just suck, he was a fuckin' asshole. He sucked and was lame and he just wanted in my pants cuz I'm trans? Ugh, fuck that, he wasn't even a good lay. Fuck him."

Sadie pulled away to look at him, anger visible in his flushed face. But a moment later he glanced up at her and smiled.

"So, I'm gonna ignore that, and say that yeah, this is my first time."

They spent a while making out with intensity, letting their hands travel all over each other.

Sadie loved the heat of their bodies pressed together. She pushed forward to reach her arms around his back, pressing their chests and stomachs together, burying her face against the base of his neck. She leaned back up and pulled him along with her, dragging him back onto her lap, and nudged her hips up to push against his.

"Mm, Sadie..." There was a small tremor in his voice. Sadie craned her neck to bite at his ear and kiss his chin, taking hold of his hips to pull them harder against her. She'd been so turned on for so long that she was struggling to draw out the foreplay. She jerked her pelvis upwards again, trying to get as much contact with his as possible. Lars squeezed his legs around hers and whimpered.

"Here," she eventually said after a hard kiss. She guided him off of her and back onto the cushion. "Lean back a little..."

He obeyed and she knelt in front of him, swinging her right leg over his left. Slowly, carefully, steadying herself with one hand on the couch and one hand on his thigh, she lowered herself onto him, and immediately gave a shuddering exhale. With both of them keeping their legs slightly open, they could press together more, and the sensation shot through her, stirring up the arousal sitting low in her stomach, making her limbs shiver in excitement.

Lars had flattened himself out against the couch, he had a hand covering his face, she could see the blush through his fingers and his teeth working at his bottom lip. He tilted his hips upwards and let out another tiny whimper as they rubbed together.

"Come on," she whispered to him. "I like hearing you."

He gave a gasp at that and his legs twitched against her and he swore.

Sadie ground against him, hard, and sure enough he let out a loud moan and pulled his hand away from his face to grip the armrest by his head. She kept going without letting up till his voice broke out in every exhale, small, wordless cries of pleasure.

When she was having trouble holding herself up, Sadie sat back—Lars gave a groan of disappointment at the lessened contact—and in a few determined tugs, pulled Lars's boxers off. She gently prodded one of his legs to indicate that he should spread them again, then leaned back on her elbows, and nudged herself forward until her and Lars's labia were pushed flush together.

Lars quickly shifted to lie further on his side so that they could fit more comfortably together, and even that slight dragging motion was enough to make him give a shaky moan and grab hold of the pillow next to him. Sadie tried to steady her breathing some before giving a few light rocks of her hips, but almost immediately she was grinding hard against him, holding his legs so she could pull him against her better. She let herself sink into the cushions as they pushed and slid against each other and the aching energy inside her became overwhelming.

She could tell when she was right on the brink of her climax, it was filling her head, her body, burning through her and making her wish she could grind against Lars even harder and faster, and she could hear herself moaning and swearing and she squeezed her fingers into Lars's thighs and then—for just half of a second—she froze as her orgasm crashed over her, then immediately rocked against Lars for the duration of it.

It became quickly obvious that Lars hadn't also finished. He was still grinding lightly against her before she sat up and crawled over him to kiss him. He had his eyes squeezed shut, face shoved against the pillow that he held in clenched fists, panting into it, open-mouthed.

"Lars," she breathed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. She pushed his shoulder down to the couch so that he was lying on his back again. He looked up at her, bringing her hands to her sides.

Sadie glanced at the pillow and got a rush of encouragement—she hadn't made him cum yet, but the dark spot on the fabric let her know that she was fucking him well enough to make his mouth water.

They just kissed for a few minutes—Lars really liked to, Sadie could tell—and she would keep biting softly at him, tugging at his lip, biting his cheek, nipping his earlobe. Lars was shivering underneath her, murmuring her name, a hand rubbing her waist and stomach, the other massaging her breast.

She reached down, feeling him part his legs for her as soon as she did, and began to slowly stroke him again.

"Ah, god, Sadie, fuck, fuck me—"

"I will," she promised as she leaned in to kiss him. He moaned sharply and his whole body shuddered and he kissed her back harder.

She kept dragging her fingers along his folds until he was teased thoroughly wet and relaxed open. Then she stilled her hand right at his opening, ready to push a finger inside but holding momentarily back.

She listened to his high-pitched moans, watched his stomach heave with his breathing.

"Do you want me to?" she asked quietly.

"Sadie, please," he begged, hands flying up to cover his face again. She saw him bite his lip and she slid one finger into him with ease.

"Is that good? Do you like it?"

"F-fuck, yes—"

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, fuck, keep going, fuck, keep going—"

Sadie was pushing her finger as far into him as she could—hers were shorter than his. She moved it inside him and heard him give a long, quavering whine in response.

Within a minute, she added a second finger.

"How's that?" she asked as he shoved his hips down, pushing them further inside. He nodded vigorously, gasping for air, a hand in her hair, one in his own mouth, chewing on the side of it. "Do you want another?" He nodded again.

Sadie went a little bit slower than she could've, wanting to draw it out since Lars was getting so intensely aroused by what she was doing. He was hot and wet and squeezing her fingers. She bent over him, resting her free hand on one side of his chest to pet it, bringing her mouth to the other side, kissing and biting, dragging her tongue over his nipple. She gave it a gentle suck before bringing her mouth up to his ear.

"I wish I had a strap-on," she said, low and seductive. "I'd use one to fuck the shit out of you right now."

There was a pause of a few heartbeats before he responded all at once, hips jerking hard, back arching, teeth digging into his lip as he made noises she'd never heard from him before.

"C'mon," she coaxed, emboldened by how responsive he was to her voice. "I know you're close—" She kissed him even as he barely had the coordination to kiss back, moaning into her mouth. "I'm gonna do way better than that one guy did. You're gonna cum good enough to make up for that time."

Lars was a mess, writhing against the couch, voice cracking with the volume of his moans, grinding desperately and reaching down to rub at his own clit while Sadie fingered him. She was muttering nonstop in his ear, encouraging him, teasing him, telling him she wanted to fuck him until came so hard he passed out.

"Sadie," he panted, surprising her that he could still manage coherent words. "I'm—I'm close, I'm gonna—don't stop, Sade, please—fuck, Sadie—"

His whole body reacted as he came. He tensed all at once and then sank back into the cushions, limp, sweating, gasping for air, face stained pink. Sadie kept thrusting her fingers deep into him like he wanted, even as he was relaxing from his orgasm, finally slowing down and pulling out when it made his legs start twitching and he gave a low, rough groan. Her hand was slick from him, down to her palm. She wiped part of it off on her hip as she gently lay down on top of him, petting his cheek so he might turn his face towards her.

He did, opening his eyes, slipping his hands into her hair as soon as she began to smile at him.

"Sadie," he said hoarsely. He struggled to lift his head to kiss her. She lowered hers and met him halfway.

"Sadie," he whispered again, sliding both arms around her shoulders. She rested against him as he sank back against the cushions, exhausted.

"That was fun," she breathed. She could feel his laugh in his stomach.

He kissed her hair, squeezed his arms a bit tighter around her.

"Yeah."

They only extracted themselves from each other's arms when they felt cold and wanted to put clothes back on. They got the advantages of both when Lars carried in a blanket to warm up further and both he and Sadie ended up underneath it, feeling each other close, heating each other up with every breath they took.

Sadie liked the way he leaned against her. She liked their knees resting together, she liked the side of his hand against hers.

She liked him beside her. She liked him.

He asked her what she wanted to do next, and she told him that she wasn't sure yet but right now she liked just sitting under the shelter of the blanket, resting.

They were so quiet and still that Sadie wasn't entirely sure when Lars had dozed off again, but she definitely noticed when his head dropped against her shoulder. As slowly as she could, she leaned back until she was lying down, Lars still completely unconscious on top of her.

She looked up at the ceiling, listening to him breathing. She kind of wanted to just let him sleep like this for as long as he wanted, but she decided to wake him up again after a little while.

The night was still plenty young, and she wanted it to last as long as it could.