May 14th
Prompt: sex turning into making love.
~~ RATED M ~~ IDK, nothing overly explicit but we all know I suck at ratings and would rather be safe, you know?
It's just an outlet.
Like a beer after work. Or a massage after a long, tense week.
Just a little something to de-stress, to unwind.
It's not complicated. Not if they follow the rules.
Hard, fast, rough.
No talking, no prolonged eye contact and definitely, under no circumstances is there to be any kissing.
Get in, get it done, get out. No lingering.
And most importantly: no emotion.
So long as they both follow these few simple rules they can continue to use each other like they have been for months now.
He's fucking her - because this isn't gentle sex and it definitely isn't lovemaking - hard against the wall, the adrenaline of yet another near death experience fuelling them.
His mouth is on her neck, sucking and biting and she knows he's going to leave a mark.
She doesn't care.
But it's different this time, she can feel it in the way she clings to him... as if he is her lifeline, as if letting go and creating any sort of distance between them might actually kill her.
He must feel it, too, because his thrusts slow down and suddenly his mouth at her neck is inching toward her jawline and making its way closer to her lips.
She can't help but turn toward it, to dangerously edge that line.
She's not a rule breaker, but she could be. Just this once...
His lips are on her cheek and she didn't realise how much she actually wanted this - his lips on hers - until he changed directions and the heaviness of disappointment settled in her chest.
He slows his movement until it's barely there, and buries his head in the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. His breath is warm as each sharp huff skates across her skin.
She closes her eyes and braces herself for the inevitable. She knew this moment would come: the moment when he couldn't do this anymore, the moment when he tells her they're done.
His gentle touch against her face brings her back to him and she looks him in the eye. Even in the dim lighting of her bedroom she can see that his eyes are glassy, glistening.
"Kate," he whispers as his gaze drops to her lips.
He closes his eyes and drops his forehead against hers.
"I was so scared I was going to lose you."
His emotion was too raw: too much, too quickly. She squeezes her eyes shut and swallows down the lump forming in her throat.
She was scared, too. For that brief moment when it seemed all hope was gone, for that brief moment when she couldn't see any way of getting out of there alive, she was so scared.
Today was a close call. Too close. They both realise that. That's why they're here, in each others arms. They need each other.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he continued, his voice shaking.
She isn't okay, though. She's far from okay, but she knew what he meant.
He thought she was dead.
She thought she would die.
But she didn't. She's here, she's alive, and all she wants is him.
A single teardrop disobeys her desperate attempt to stay in control, slipping from behind her closed eyelid and rolling down her cheek.
With it goes the rest of her resolve, crumbling before her.
A sob rips through her and her whole body shakes from the force. She sucks in air like it would be her last breath - rough, shaky, ineffective - and more tears fall free.
His hands smooth over her hair, brushing it back off of her face.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispers as he tries to soothe her. "I didn't mean to upset you."
She shakes her head, this isn't his fault. She wants to reassure him of that but the words just won't form. They remain stuck in her throat.
Her lips find his, claiming them. Her kiss is urgent, bruising, rebellious.
Her lips are salted by her tears but he kisses her back with an unparalleled warmth: slowing her, calming her.
He kisses her until the shakiness is gone from each breath.
He kisses her until the urgency fades.
He kisses her until their rules don't matter anymore.
With his arm around her waist, securing her against him, he moves them toward the bed and gently lowers her down onto the mattress.
He takes his time: each touch is soft, each forbidden kiss lingers. He remains cautious as to not cross a line, but does the things she usually would never allow, the things that she would usually claim were too intimate, felt too familiar.
Felt too much like love...
But it's different this time. She feels it. He feels it too.
Tonight they're making love. And when they're done, she falls asleep in his arms.