For as tired as his words and features and movements had proven him to be, his hands on her were awfully insistent and prying. The big picture problem was that she had absolutely no other problem with it. She blatantly enjoyed the fact that he pushed her into her own front door by the hips as she tried to unlock it, one of his palms against the surface of it and his face so buried into her hair and the back of her neck that the groaned noise he sounded off rattled on her spinal chord. She instantly gave up on trying at the lock any more and handed back the keys to his sure hand, palm catching on his jaw so that she could turn his head into kissing her. Letting his tongue lay along hers before he sucked against it lighter than expected. His other hand came off the door long enough to tangle up her hair and pull her lips off his, his eyes sparked up as he looked over her face in hazy humor.
"Jesus. Stay still, woman."
Like she'd planned on going anywhere. Sweet Jesus Christ.
"Would you just unlock the damn door?" she shook darkened eyes at him, hissing the words into the way he was rubbing his leather covered fingers against her scalp.
The smile he laid on her was fleetingly perfect in its damaged aching and she was unexplainably surprised when he just pushed his wrist forward, the door already unlatched.
"How'd you do that?" she rolled her eyes. "You're - "
"Trust me." His hand tightened up in her hair, "I don't have a problem finding my way past your door, Jarry."
"Obviously." She whispered as she let her glance lift over his face. "That's sorta terrifying. And… attractive."
"Y'do seem to have a weak spot for questionable men." He teased the words onto her cheek with brushing lips, scruff and beard already rushing her skin up red.
"You're really not gonna let the Dulane thing go, are you?" she turned tightly into his chest, fingers wrapping against leather as she stepped backwards, tugging him past the doorframe so that he could clip it closed with a shunting palm.
Chibs cocked off a quickly annoyed glance as she laid back into the front of him, his back pressing the door lazily as he dropped a hand to hit the lock. "Don't want to. Don't like 'im."
Ally looked over him cockily as she fingered against his beads. "Jealousy, threatening people, public displays… what the hell has changed, Telford?"
"Everything." He sadly sighed off as his hands lifted against her face, stepping her forcibly backwards while keeping her head up, lining his steps into hers to keep her balanced. "And it's all gone to shit."
The accented roughness of his words matched how hard he broke down over her, even the gloves he was still wearing twisting hard into her hair as he veered her flat into the hallway wall, her shoulders bracing into it just before he caught her head tight forward from bouncing against the dry wall. She moved to match him and the sudden jerk of leather on her wrists troubled up her lungs as he braced her hands back hard into the wall.
"Stop, Ally." He ground over her as he forcefully shunted her hands still, crowning a glance over her lifted jaw as he let his fingers scale down her forearms and against the ride of her belt. "Stop makin' everything a pissin' contest."
She angled her eyes down the way he sidled into one side of her, his left arm warmly brooking the wall so that his head was angled closer to hers, a hushing sound off his throat as he traced his lips against her cheek and dragged her pants open enough to slope his hand between her legs. She could feel him smile against her cheek as she dropped her head hard back into the wall in lusted resignation.
"Take the victory, Lieutenant." His nose was burying in her hair again. "Tonight, you win."
He hadn't taken the damn gloves off.
And the tight smooth warmth broke any strength she may have had to fight him.
"Bullshit." She breathlessly dropped one hand off the wall to catch him up tighter, digging him closer as her other hand curled into his closer shoulder, leaning into the rub of his fingers sliding wetness. "You're a son of a bitch."
"That's no way to be grateful," He took a kiss off her lips as he drove his thumb harder against her clit, fingers suddenly rougher against and inside her as he pinned her tightly into the wall and nipped on her bottom lip. "to the man who covered your pretty little ass today. Take the fucking win, Althea."
He waited out the widened glance she shot him, concern clouding the mingled colors of her eyes into a darkened surprise. Chibs shut his eyes against the swing of sympathetic appreciation that layered her features and dropped his head to the side of hers, leaning into her as he worked his fingers faster. He groaned into the sweetly softened kisses she pressed along his jaw, her hands gentling as her breathing ratcheted faster.
"What did you do, Filip?" her hands clenched again, spine arching as he drove a finger into her. "What - "
"It doesn't matter." The dragging whisper was rubbed into her temple. "It's done, love."
He hadn't realized that the simple slide of her arms against his shoulders as she laid a sighing moan against his jaw was really all he'd been looking for since he'd driven the bottle to the wall.
"It's gonna be quiet a bit. Gotta be."
"I know." She nodded her head back on his shoulder, laying comfortably back into the way they'd landed onto her living room couch, her pants still loose on her hips and her eyes suddenly stinging tired.
"Jackson's been edgy on everything. It's bleedin' onto this." Chibs traced her hair back, smirking into the way she leaned forward enough to tug the foot he'd landed on the cushions up, shoulders drawing heat away from him as she sat up enough to tug the boot off and drop it to the floor before relaxing back again. The other boot still left on the foot that was settled to the floor.
"Not on my furniture." She slapped against the inside of his knee before curling onto her side, leaning into the spread of his chest so that he had to tip his head.
"Y'hear me?" He sharpened over her as he hooked the other boot heel to the bottom frame of the couch and levered it off.
"I heard you, Filip." Ally lifted up, rubbing her shoulder farther down into his chest so that she could curl inward, tagging his arm down so that she could land her jaw along the tensed muscle. "What do you want me to say? This is how it works, right?"
He was silent in the echo of her blatant reality.
"Does he really understand how much you love him?" Her words hedged on a sort of petty jealousy that both prickled his spine cautious and flushed a little pride on his skin as he looked down. "Really?"
"He knows." He angled over her, lacing his words up straight and neat. "In his way."
He laid his head into her hair and the silence of her non response, knowing that the quiet was better than any further conversation on the matter.