She let him into quietness, the house blissfully still and mostly dark as he leaned past her into the hall. Her eyes followed angrily jerked movements as he ripped the glove from his right hand and tossed it onto her entry way table, already angling his way down the hall.
"Good evening, dear." She cast after him lazily as she leaned her weight onto the door handle, obviously laying cynical sarcasm into the way he'd shunted past her.
"Just," his hand lifted sharply at his side as he headed farther away from her. "five minutes."
"Christ, Telford." Ally's voice seethed after him, a sickened knowing grinding her stomach up as she watched his movements, "What did you do?"
"Just," his shoulders suddenly seemed bold and broad and larger than she remembered as he turned, a furious cast edging his features sharp as he kept his hand cradled up into his chest, knuckles grazed and battered bloody. "five fucking minutes, Althea."
She inhaled long and heavy through her nose as she slapped the door shut in response, turning to lock it without allowing him the look he was searching for, a sudden scattered apology paling his face. And she stayed turned until she heard his boots on her floor again, listening him head toward the kitchen in a silence that suddenly made the house seem awfully goddamn loud.
"Look at me."
There wasn't much argument to be had in her tone and he banked a look to the side as cool water crashed over scrapped up knuckles, his head cocked as he looked over the way she moved into him.
"How's the other side look?" she asked in an obviously jaded quietness, her fingers catching against his jaw to lift his head as he kept his hand banked under the running water.
He'd gotten a bloody nose and used his hand to shunt it to an end.
She could tell by the blood still crusted on his skin.
"Bit worse." He admitted quietly, keeping his tone keeled even as she winced into the bruising that fanned out on his jaw. "Still breathing, unfortunately."
"Really?" She hissed annoyance at his phrasing as she kept his head angled up toward her. "Can we keep the blatant homicide references to a minimum here?"
"Because we're both so darlin' innocent." He dragged his jaw roughly off her fingers and slapped the water off, grabbing at a towel so he could wipe them dry, cautious around the ragged edges on his knuckles.
"Because I'd like to be able to honestly claim negligence at my trial, regardless of how much I like it when you go down on me, all right?" she sharpened at him, snapping the towel from his fingers as she turned the water back on and doused a corner of it. "Head back."
She tried to ignore the way he was half smirking in affectionate amusement as he leaned into the counter and angled his head back, breathing still shaken up ragged and rushed as he tried to relax his eyes shut. Ally wiped against the blood that had stained onto his skin, her hips unconsciously laying into his. His uninjured hand curling on her hip drew her attention to the vulnerable lean of him as she angled a glance down the leather and to the way he was still tucking mangled knuckles up into his chest.
"Jesus, Filip." Her breathing rushed out hard, the towel cooling the flush on his jaw as she brushed a kiss onto his opposite scarred cheek. "You go too far."
"Way I was made." He turned his face into the way she was leaned onto him, using his banged up hand to pull down lightly on hers and the towel, edging his lips to hers side by side. "Y'can't fix me."
She kissed lightly onto his lips. "That's obvious."
"Y'do very much like it when I go down on you, Sheriff." He nodded cavalier humor into the seriousness of the conversation, searching to bring her back from a dangerous intensity.
She shook her head into a smile that she couldn't help wearing, "Agreed."
She let him drag her hips back tighter, cradling her into the way he was curled up against her spine with his thighs flush to the back of hers. She let him spread sweated skin into sweated skin as he finger wiped circles round and round on the flare of her pelvis, his groin flush into her as he let his breathing settle slower and calmer into the arch of her neck. His other arm was still angled up above her head and he twisted his wrist, using battered fingers to keep her hair from where he wanted to lay his lips.
Her eyes slid shut as she ached into the way he was running lips and tongue against the side of her neck, her breathing finally settling slow once again as she caught against his tickling fingers and tugged his arm up around her. He followed the movement easily, leaning fully into her back and laying his face into her neck as he curved his palm to settle between her breasts. His fingers pressed into her sternum, measuring the slow relaxation of her lungs and even the usual chill from the rings on his hand was a warming rub on tingled up skin.
"Sorry." He admitted softly before burying his face harder into her, his other hand dragging and digging into her hair as a tether.
"Don't you apologize for that." She stretched into the way he was curling on her, a smug smirk laced up on her lips. "That was more than acceptable. I think you just leveled up, Scotty."
His snort of laughter brushed heat on her skin. "Y'know what I meant, Ally."
She lifted her hand back onto his jaw, a hushing noise off her throat as she just wedged back tighter, forcing him to wrap closer on her. "I didn't ask you to apologize for who you are. Shut up and go to sleep."
The teasing growl he scraped against her throat matched the pinch he dropped against her hip and her laughter dug his fingers tighter into dark silkiness as he let his eyes close.