Chapter 16: For your eyes only
"Ow!"
"If it's that bad, you should go with them and they'll-"
"No more stitches!" Ada winced and pulled away as another cotton wool bud came towards her face, "It's just the iodine! Enough iodine! I'm going to have a shower when I get home, I'll be fine."
The nurse attending her arched her brow and Ada just looked at her pleadingly.
"Scouts honour. Or…whatever I can promise, just don't prod me with that anymore."
Apparently, the nurse had also had enough and gave Ada the all clear to go. She immediately hopped off her bed and went over to the chair where Otto was currently having a band aid put on. They were both incredibly lucky to escape with only bruises and cuts, though Ada was advised that one nasty gash may need hospital attendance and stitches. But she adamantly stood her ground and told them she would be fine.
Convincing Otto was another story.
"You really should listen to them."
"I know my body," she folded her arms across her chest and looked down at him, "as long as I keep it clean, it will be fine."
"Ada-"
"Otto?" She interrupted and shook her head, "I'm not going anyway…I don't want to leave you."
She had lowered her voice at that point and luckily it appeared no one near overheard, even Norman who had chosen that moment to pop up.
"Well, I suppose I should congratulate the both of you," he had his hands in his pockets and appeared calm and collected, "you stopped perhaps one of the most notorious and dangerous killers this city has ever seen. And on top of that, I've been told you saved my son's life, so I owe you both a personal thanks."
There was something vulnerable that flashed in his eyes for a brief moment, but he cleared his throat, and it was gone.
"Sincerely," he adjusted his tie, keeping his professional appearance for the medics around them, "thank you. "
"How is he?"
"Bruised and they believe he has a minor concussion, so he'll be supervised for the next twenty-four hours. Other than that, he's his normal self. He also suggested some time off and I agreed."
"How long is he taking?" Otto was curious as he the nurse gave him the thumbs up and let him stand.
"Oh, he's going to be off for as long as the doctor's say," Norman pointed at Otto and then Ada, "you two take the week."
"Paid?" She queried and he arched his brow.
"Well, I can't exactly call you in to work since you don't have a lab. We'll get it cleaned up for you. You two go home and recuperate. And yes. Paid."
He turned away from them then and they gave one another a 'well, at least one good thing came out of this' look. But before they had a chance to say anything else, Peter Parker poked his head in and waved.
"Hi!" He evidently was on his way to see Harry because there was not a scratch on him, "Thought I'd check in on you guys. How do you feel?"
"Surprisingly fine," Otto approached the young man and looked at him curiously, "the question is, are you alright?"
"You disappeared after the first explosion!" Ada made her way to them and wanted to reach out to check Peter over herself, but he stepped away and looked a little uncomfortable, "What happened to you?"
"Well, I came around quicker than you guys and couldn't see anyone or anything and I uh," he seemed to be thinking on his feet, "slipped out. Ran down the stairs as soon as the guy came through the window."
"Funny…I didn't even see you go," she folded her arms and let the gears spin in her sore head.
Whilst the two males conversed, she observed Peter. He appeared to be a little nervous, but well-mannered and seemed to continuously move his hands from being in his pockets to gesturing to something over his shoulder.
His height was the same. Whilst he never wore tight fitting clothes, he also appeared to weigh the same. And his voice…that could easily be disguised. Could it be that Mild-mannered Peter Parker, who was known to be acquainted with Spiderman-
"Ada?"
"Hmm?" She startled and looked at Otto, realising she'd spaced out, "Sorry, I was far away."
"I'll leave you two to it," Peter made a hasty exit, waving as he went, "I'll give Harry your regards!"
"Maybe we should get the nurse back," Otto waved him off, but focused on Ada, "you seem a little-"
"Do not say 'off'. I'm just tired. And hungry," she rubbed at her first and sighed heavily, "Otto, can we just leave. Please."
"Of course," his hand came to her shoulder, appearing more professional than personal, "come on."
They got in the elevator and Ada let all thoughts of Peter Parker, Mantis, and everything else that had happened fly out of her head. All she wanted was to be alone with Otto, wash and eat some hot food.
As soon as the doors shut, her hand found his and squeezed tight.
"I'm exhausted."
"A shower and some food will do you the world of good. I can walk you to your apartment if you like?"
"Actually," she thought on her feet, not wanting to part from him after everything that happened, "I set off a bug bomb earlier. It's not supposed to be done for another couple of hours, so if I go back now, I risk poisoning myself."
"Well…you can shower at mine since I'm right across the way?"
She nodded. It wasn't really 'across the way', but she didn't mind the short walk.
"Although, I'd like to run in and grab some clothes before we do."
"I thought-"
One of his arms suddenly nudged him in the back and he realised what she was doing. He thought maybe it was better to just keep his mouth shut and hold her hand a little tighter. He was sure he could see her small smile.
'That's good.'
Xx Otto's Apartment xX
They'd stopped off at Ada's first, Otto waiting outside as she dashed in with her shirt pulled up to cover her nose and mouth. She'd grabbed a small bag, stuffed a change of clothes in it and…her emergency pack of condoms. She was on the pill, but he might ask. Maybe?
'Hopefully. God, I hope so.'
The walk to his had been comfortable, both holding hands and not caring who saw. But when they got into his apartment, she was surprised at how…un-Otto it was. It was warm and comforting and nothing like the building they'd come up to.
She'd expected an almost white, sterile apartment, with everything organised. But it was welcoming, and all the furniture was mahogany and there was large windows that let in lots of sunlight, with electrical blinds ready to close. It didn't look like a bachelor pad at all. It looked more like…well, there was someone missing from this scenario.
'Maybe he took inspiration from his late wife?'
"I like your apartment," was all she dared to muster, not wanting to prod him for details encase it was a sore point.
"Thank you. It's not much, but it's home," he shut the door behind her and led the way to the other end of the large living room, "bathroom is this way."
She watched him move about with ease, Moreso than he had ever done in the lab, his claws perfectly moving this way and that as he turned and came to a door.
He opened it for her, letting her in first and even this room surprised her. Small. Quant. Blue. A simple bathtub with a shower over it. Another touch of his late wife's taste, perhaps?
'I like it.'
"I'll get you some towels," he moved away from the door and without thinking, she dumped her bag on the floor and immediately began to undress. She at least wanted to see the damage to herself and make sure nothing had been missed. She was done to her undershirt and undies, looking at her shoulders and back of her thighs in his mirror when he returned.
He stopped and looked her up and down, a hungry, nervous look in his eyes.
"Sorry," he looked away from her and placed the towel on the sink, "here."
"Thanks," she said, but was already talking to thin air.
She left the door slightly ajar, encase he called for her and hopped into the bathtub. As soon as the water was warm enough, she stepped under it and scrubbed herself as gently but thoroughly as she could.
Whilst her wounds stung, she didn't really want to go the hospital and there was a smell in her hair she could only describe as 'singed'.
She must have used the soap and shampoo on herself at least twice before she was satisfied and hopped out, leaving plenty of hot water for Otto. She cleaned up, dressed, and towelled her hair until she was squeaky clean. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She did look exhausted; her make-up was all gone, and she was wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants. But she still felt those excited butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
When she opened the door, Otto was standing on the other side, his hand raised, evidently ready to knock and see if she was ok.
"All done."
Otto went to tell her to make herself at home, but a familiar waft reached his nose and he inhaled deeply. He forgot he bought that soap. He had been in the habit of buying himself one and of course, one for Rosie. He used it to wash his hands sometimes, but a lot of the time, he'd hold the slippery brick and just smell it.
"Are you alright?"
He opened his eyes, not realising he had shut them when he inhaled.
He just looked down at her curious gaze.
"Otto?"
She smelled fantastic. Her hair was still damp, but her skin had that healthy glow from a fresh scrub.
The back of her hand came to rest against his cheek.
"You look a little flushed."
He leaned down and quickly caught her lips in a hurried kiss. She wasn't Rosie. She was Ada and she was standing in front of him and had saved his life and…he loved her.
He wanted to deepen the kiss and wrap his arms around her, but he remembered the state he was in and pulled back.
"Sorry, I'm still a mess."
"It's fine. I've cleaned up."
They stood awkwardly in front of one another, unsure of what to say now.
"I'll shower," Otto moved away from the entrance to let her out, his claws coiling to give her space, "you make yourself at home, help yourself to anything you need."
She scuttled past, feeling hot all over at their close proximity, but she wanted him to at least shower before they did anything.
Moving back into the living room, she admired his large, very comfy looking couch and looked at the direction it was pointing to. He had no TV, but he did have a pulled down white screen and his own home projector. Beside it on the table was a small stack of movies he had yet to bring into the lab, some more current than black and white.
She decided to set one up so he could relax once he was outside of the shower and since he had a few of the takeout menus beside them, busied herself looking over them as well.
Meanwhile…
Otto shut his eyes as the hot water cascaded over his head, his mind all over the place.
The day hadn't exactly gone as planned and after the last few years, this had almost become another tragic day. If he had lost her…if he had lost another woman he loved and cared about, he would have shut down completely.
But she was safe. And he had been able to reach her in time, so his guilt was ebbing away. So now, his only major worry was why she was evidently with him in his apartment. At first, he thought it was because she didn't want to be alone after such another traumatic experience but the more he pondered, the more he wondered if her intentions towards him were honourable.
'God, I hope not.'
He hadn't been with any other woman since Rosie and he hated to sound like a young school boy, but he felt all sorts of nervous and giddy at the same time. And old. He felt old.
'Oh, Otto,' he rubbed his face under the hot water, 'you silly fool.'
Knowing he couldn't stay under the safety of the spray forever, he squared his shoulders and got out. He took his time drying and getting dressed and even prepped himself a little, brushing his teeth, flossing, making sure he'd shaved, but his claws stopped him from fussing over his hair for too long. He eventually calmed himself down enough to open the door and leave, being greeted by sounds of his projector whirring gently and the movie playing quietly through it.
'The Spy who loved me.'
"You know, I never understood what James sees in Anya," Rosie leaned her head on Otto's shoulder and wrapped her blanket around him, "Is it hate, is it love or is it just plain lust?"
"I thought all Bond's greatest conquests were lust?"
"Not necessarily. I mean, he married Tracy, so that was definitely love."
"True, though Dalton and Moore never really showed much remorse for her."
She lightly thumped his chest.
"Moore DEFINITELY showed remorse, he loved her!"
"Sorry, I forgot," he chuckled and pulled his wife closer, "you're Roger's number one fan."
"You know I only watch these movies for Moore."
Otto opened his eyes as gunshots sounded on the screen. He owned all the pre-Brosnan Bond movies and he and Rosie had watched them on repeat. Recently, he'd gotten into the habit of rewatching only Moore, though he never really showed a preference for those movies. He just liked remembering his wife's face when she was paying sole attention to the screen. The way her face lit up when Moore hammed it up in a romantic moment.
He shook himself of those thoughts again and looked over to the sofa, where Ada was looking quite comfy. She had sprawled a few of the takeout leaflets before her on the table, but her head was resting against her hand, propped up on her knee and had evidently dosed off. He couldn't blame her; it had been an exceptionally long and stressful day. But he could see she was beginning to tilt to one side and would awaken anyway.
"Ada?" He called quietly, but she did jolt a little, caught off guard.
"I was resting my eyes. Sorry."
"You don't have to apologise. It's been a day."
She stretched her arms and tried to fight a yawn.
"I put on a movie and was looking at takeout, but I didn't know what you wanted."
"Well, since I'm home, why don't I cook?"
"You cook?" She arched a delicate brow and he snorted.
"I don't live on takeout. How about…Paccheri al Forno?"
"I have no idea what that is."
"Pasta. And then," he looked at the ceiling as he thought for a bit about the perfect pairing, "Ice cream."
Almost on cue, Ada's stomach gave a quiet rumble of approval.
"That does sound good. Alright," she stood up, ready to help, "I'll-"
"Sit down and rest."
The claws immediately came out every one pointed straight at her, gesturing for her to take a seat. She didn't feel threatened one bit but threw her hands up in defeat.
"Ok, ok. I'll be a good girl and sit."
She slowly sit back down, trying not to laugh too hard when Otto looked back at her with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Can I at least-"
"No," he turned away from her and she pouted, but knew it was important that she got some rest. Besides, she quite liked the idea of him pampering her.
Still, she grabbed one of the small cushions on the sofa and lobbed it at his back as he retreated to the kitchen and as expected, one of the claws easily caught it and tossed it back.
"Weak throw."
She couldn't help but mutter.
"I'll give you a weak throw."
For one of the smartest people in her class, even she couldn't make sense of what that meant.
Xx Dinner and a movie later xX
Otto had cooked and given her a simple choice: dinner at the table or on the sofa to watch movies. He had switched meals like this a lot but found food and movies always reminded him growing up. When his mother was home, they would all sit at the kitchen table, but when she was out, he and his father would carry the plates to the forbidden spots in their living room and watch science fiction movies.
So sitting with Ada actually brought back a lot of fond memories as they talked and he snuck glances of her sucking on the tip of her fork after each mouthful.
He thoroughly enjoyed the small debate she started on whether or not the people in the movie industry actually worked for Stark industries previously (or after the movies came out), due to the weapons and technology featured in them.
"Honestly, the Wet Nellie I could see being inspired by something, but the stun gas cigarette?! I'm SURE Norman's security have one each."
"How do you know?"
"I'm sure I've seen them nearly pull out the wrong one during cigarette breaks," she stood up, confidently clutching her plate and announced, "and since the movie is finished AND you cooked, I say it's only fair I help do the dishes. And if you try to stop me, I'll think of something dastardly to do to you later."
Otto got up and followed her to his kitchen with his own plate, laughing at the thought she could do something wicked to him.
"I might actually try it, just to see what you would cook up," he stood next to her at the sink and reluctantly gave her his plate, "you don't have to help."
She eagerly began to scrub, soaping her hands using his ratty dishcloth to make his plate sparkle.
"I don't mind. I know you've got extra helpers, but I am your guest, and I did impose myself on you."
"You did not impose. It would have been inconvenient that you poisoned yourself. I would have lost my best assistant."
"You only want me for my filing skills."
"No. Not only that."
When she turned to look at him, she saw that familiar, flirtatious glimmer in his eye. He leaned slowly forward, and she met him halfway, their lips softly pressing against one another's.
She shut her eyes and let everything melt away, the day's events almost forgotten.
The cloth was suddenly tugged from her hands and then, a gentle pressure around her pulled her suddenly close to him.
She squealed delightfully at his firm, hard body suddenly against hers and stopped kissing him to laugh out loud.
"Otto!" She said breathlessly.
He looked a little sheepish, glancing over his shoulder.
"Sorry, I-I didn't realise what they were doing."
"It's ok. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. You know, you haven't shown me your whole apartment yet," she took a bold step and bit her lip in anticipation.
He arched his brow, genuinely confused until she gestured with her head.
"I've not seen the bedroom."
Otto hesitated for a moment.
To see the bedroom would mean…that she'd want to be with him? That she'd want to see him naked.
'Oh no.'
'I can't.'
'Need space.'
The extra appendages withdrew, and Otto took a nervous step away, avoiding eye contact.
"I need-I'll-I'll be back."
Otto walked quickly to his room and didn't even bother to turn on the light, nor shut the door. He was panicking and quickly sat down on the edge of his bed to calm himself. He looked up and unfortunately, he'd put the mirror into the very corner he was looking at. And it wasn't the most flattering angle. He could see himself perfectly.
Old. An old man. Not fat, but not fit. Not the ideal body he had twenty or even thirty years ago.
Not good enough for her.
He buried his face in his hands and groaned, wondering what on earth it was he was doing. But before he could spiral down the deep well of self-deprecation, a tentative knock alerted him to her presence.
He didn't look at her, but he also couldn't find it in his heart to tell her to leave.
Ada entered the dimly lit room, only the outside lights of New York flooding in to create a strange glow.
She walked straight to him, squatting down in front of him and placed her hands on his knees.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no. You said nothing wrong. I just remembered reality."
"Reality?"
"When we kiss, I forget myself. You make me feel like a young man again. Happy. Normal. But," he looked at his hands and sighed heavily, "I'm not that. I'm an old man. Who is…definitely not normal. And I'm not happy like I should be. I have bad days more than good, as you've witnessed."
He laughed drily, but Ada didn't look amused. Without taking her eyes from him, she stood up and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Could you lean back a bit, please?"
He did so and she carefully sat down on his lap. Her hand moved along his shoulder, caressing his neck and cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against one of his dimples.
"I'm not after some young male who looks like Tarzan and is excited like a puppy. I don't intend to leave now and find someone who you think would be 'better suited to my tastes'. My tastes right now…are focused on only one thing."
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, leaving the tender gentleness in the other room and instead, slipped her tongue against his lips.
'This is happening,' her body began to react before anything had really started, feeling butterflies flutter inside her.
She pulled back, her own breathing loud in the quiet room as she swallowed her fear.
"Otto…invite me to stay the night."
"…Ada, stay with me?"
"Yes."
His hands, that had moved to hold her back and waist, began to travel up and around as they kissed again. He gently cupped the back of her neck, whilst the other shakingly moved over her stomach, hesitating. It smoothed up and finally cupped her breast, a gasp coming out before she could stop it.
Otto was utterly mesmerized. He was exiting her and giving her pleasure and he didn't think he could do that for anyone anymore. He wanted more. He wanted to see more of her, just like this.
His lips pressed against her neck, dusting lightly over her collarbone and he could feel the vibrations of her moans as his hand moved over her breast, kneading gently.
Her hand at the back of his head curled into his hair. Not rough or hard. But something to hold onto. He felt her hardening nipple as his thumb briefly brushed over her. She shuddered suddenly.
"Are you cold?" He looked up at her and she looked down at him, her eyes clouded with passion.
"No."
She kissed him again, quickly, before standing up, the weight disappearing from his lap. She looked down at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as her fingers reached down and toyed with the bottom of her shirt.
He watched her, his breathing heavy as she lifted the shirt up and over her body, pulling her arms free.
Then, when she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats, he waited until she slipped them over her hips before reaching out and helped pull them down the rest of the way.
She blushed, knowing she hadn't chosen underwear specifically to seduce him, but by the look he was giving her, it didn't matter. A sensible pair of panties and a white undershirt seemed to be all he could handle. He wanted her.
His hands moved to her panties and she knew, if he touched her now, she would collapse on the floor from sheer excitement. She distracted herself by pulling off her shirt as he tugged at the fabric and she restrained herself from making a noise when she was standing naked before him.
When she stepped out of her panties, his fingers glided up the skin of her thigh, looking up into her face. Her eyes shut, her lips parted into an 'O' and her chest heaving up and down. Her nipples were hard and he longed to take one into his mouth and tenderly suck upon her, but first…the hands continued upward. One rested against the side of her hip and the other, continuing it's journey, brushed against the soft curls and then finally, against her most intimate part.
She gasped and opened her eyes, looking down at him as he rubbed the tip of his fingers against the little nub he found. One of her hands covered the one on his hip and the other…she slowly moved it over her stomach, heading towards her breast.
Suddenly, without warning, light suddenly flooded the room. It took a few seconds for either to react, but they both looked towards the door and saw one of the claws helpfully waggling back and away from the light switch.
When they looked back, Otto could finally see her deep blush and exactly how far down it went. He smiled but there was a new emotion in her eyes and she stepped back and quickly covered herself.
"I….I don't know if I want it on."
He wondered why she would hide, but realised her hands were not hiding her breasts and genitals, but desperately trying to cover her scars.
He slowly stood up and stepped back close to her, almost touching her but not quite.
"I'll turn it off if you want, but…I'd like to see you. And…well," he was lost for more words, his smugness fleeing for the time being.
He felt like an awkward teenager and seeing her still looking at him with uncertainty, he decided his actions spoke louder.
He unbuttoned and removed his shirt, his claws coming up and helping him undress in front of her. She watched, her lust returning as he showed more skin.
Her attention caused his hands to shake and despite wanting it, he felt the same uncertainty. That they both wanted one another, but body shyness was getting in the way.
"Sorry I-one moment," he stuttered and looked down, willing himself to unbutton and calm down.
She must have sensed his own discomfort because her hands appeared over his and took control.
"I'll help."
Together, they unbuttoned and took off his pants, pulling them down and then, with great tension tingling between them, took off his underwear as well.
Once he was naked, he felt the need to break the silence with a joke.
"I know I'm not….I'm not the most handsome man to look at. Still, could be worse?" He chuckled and finally got enough confidence back to look at her.
Her large eyes seemed disbelieving, her hands tentatively reaching out as she stroked his chest, shoulders and then his arms.
"I think you're incredibly handsome."
His hands moved over her again, tenderly cupping her breasts before one moved over the scar on her arm.
"And you're incredibly beautiful."
She blushed again and felt hot all over. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. She'd always gotten 'Hot' in the heat of the moment and 'Pretty' from first dates, but never beautiful.
He kissed her again as his hands moved over her, mapping her body and dipping his fingers into contours and wanting nothing more than to keep her safe.
"I don't want to hurt you," he leaned his forehead against hers.
"I'm not a virgin," she smirked and gave a short laugh.
"I didn't want to presume. If it helps, I'm not a virgin either."
"No? Scandalous," she bit her bottom lip as his hand settled over her hip, his thumb stroking the top of her thigh.
Both wondered just who was in control, but Otto was also thinking about her safety and comfort.
"Would you like me to wear protection?"
She blushed and shook her head.
"I'm on the pill. I did bring some just encase but…well, I've only had a couple of partners and I've made sure to get myself tested for…various things."
He smiled at her sensible thought.
"Rosie and I tested ourselves before our wedding. She said it was 'the intelligent fashion trend' and I had to agree with her. And…there was no one else after."
She quickly kissed him to soothe his worries and then, stepped back and around him.
"What are you-"
"Shh. I just want to try something."
Otto didn't move and the claws retracted and stayed out of her way as her fingers first found the place where the metal met his skin and feeling a renewed confidence, dipped her head low and pressed her lips against the edge.
"The first time I met you, I called them fascinating. But I realised, I was referring to you. Fascinating. Intelligent…a genius. And very handsome."
He let her explore a little more before turning around and pulling her close to him.
"If I push you…if you want to stop at any time, just say so."
She nodded and his hands moved up and down her hips.
"Lie back."
She sat down on the edge of his bed and slowly scooted herself up on his bed.
He sat down by her feet and slowly began to touch her, his hands moving over the skin of her leg, thigh and tenderly over her scar.
She laid back and shut her eyes, enjoying the sensation when he leaned over and pressed his lips against her flushed skin.
His palm smoothed over her legs, and he tried to shimmy up discreetly, but his stealth wasn't what it used to be in his older age. He felt a little ridiculous and heavy. Luckily, the claws braced either side of the bed on the floor and helped him. She didn't seem to notice the quick shift but did gasp when his hand slipped between them, and his finger flexed and moved over her.
Ada was lost for a moment, feeling the wetness between her legs begin to spread as he reached further down.
His lips dusted under her breasts and moved over her pebbled nipples. Her hand came to the back of his head again and her fingers tenderly massaged his scalp, urging him on.
She didn't know that was one of his weak spots and he moaned and praised her more, the reverberations from the noises he made, tickling her skin.
He moved up, kissing her scar, his mouth lingering on her arm as he felt her shudder. He turned his head briefly and saw her looking at him in wonder.
"No one's done that to me before," she whispered, and her chest heaved as she took a deep breath.
"I can do it again for you."
Instead of nodding or giving him permission, she guided him closer to her face, kissing him passionately and whilst she missed the attention, she shifted underneath him, his finger slipping away from her as his body pressed down against her own. Feeling bold, she wrapped a leg around his waist, her foot smoothing over his leg, eliciting a chuckle from him.
"Sorry," she pulled back reluctantly, "are you ticklish?"
There was a hint of mischief in her eyes and his hand skimmed over her hip, his fingertips skittering along.
"Are we going to try and play that game?"
Between heated, teasing kisses, they moved their hands over one another, trying to find the ticklish spots. His fingers were by her breast and her own by his ear when they gave up.
"I think I've run out of places on your front to check."
"I'll let you try on my back another time."
As he moved atop of her and she parted her other leg beneath him, he gasped when he brushed against her and finally knew that moment had come.
"Ada," he gasped, and she couldn't wait anymore. She could feel herself growing closer to orgasm, just by the way he was pressed against her.
"Here, let me," she reached down, and they moved to make space. He raised himself up and she opened her legs for him. Her hand grasped his pulsing erection and he moaned so wantonly, that her eyes were drawn back to his face. She massaged him and she could have watched him for hours, but a selfish part of her wanted him inside of her.
She aligned him and pressed against him by raising her hips just a fraction. Their eyes locked. She invited him to do the rest as her lips claimed his.
His hips tentatively rolled as her feet planted themselves on her bed and with familiar ease, he slid inside of her…and waited.
He made sure to keep his hips still as he kissed her and touched her, his hands moving over her to give her all the pleasure. She could sense that. She could also sense his want to move.
She rolled her hips carefully once and when she urged him the second time, he finally moved back. Their hips undulated against one another, first slow then built speed, like waves in the sea building during a steady storm.
But it wasn't the act itself that urged her on. Whilst feeling him inside of her was pleasurable, it was his kiss. His want. The eager grip on her skin.
When their lips finally parted, it was only for him to move and kiss the skin of her neck. He made a noise that was different from his moans, and she could only liken it to a guttural growl. It reverberated through her, and she moved her legs, wrapping them around him. Her feet pushed and encouraged him more.
"Otto. Don't stop."
Otto felt like crying. It was overwhelming to feel so wanted again in an intimate way. So, loved. She was holding onto him just as tightly and trusting him. And he could tell he was giving her pleasure that he thought he'd be too old for.
He raised himself above her and braced himself on one arm. She looked up at him and her hand smoothed over the muscles in his shoulders and arms.
His free one tenderly cupped her cheek and in the heat of the moment, his thumb brushed against her lip, and she caught the pad of his skin in her teeth. He watched her with an amused glint in his eye as she breathlessly chuckled and tasted him on the tip of her tongue.
He watched her as her eyes shut tight and her gasps became breathy moans. She was close.
He wanted to hold her again and kiss her more than anything, but he also wanted to watch her.
He can feel himself sweating. It's been a long time, but he pushed himself, even though he could feel exhaustion coming to claim him. He knew it'd be worth it.
Finally, Ada cried out beneath him and in a brilliant burst of ecstasy, her hips stuttered against his. He was still moving, urging it to last longer and she began to shudder.
Finally, catching her breath and gathering her wits, she was able to look back up at him and offered him a shaky smile.
"Otto."
Her hands came to his neck and shoulder and guided him back down. She allowed him to lay atop of her and held him as he moved just how he wanted. She still received her own source of pleasure, having him in her arms as he moved and stroked her sensitive flesh and his moans becoming more frequent.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she heard him growing closer. Remembering one piece of advice from a stupid book 'street smart anatomy parts', she turned her head and caught his ear in her teeth. She playfully suckled on his lobe and expectantly, his own hips stuttered against hers as he cried out one last time. He rolled himself to completion, his hands grasping desperately at her shoulders.
He panted and shook in her embrace, and she wondered if he was alright.
"Otto?"
He managed to pull himself off her but kissed her with just as much passion as when they had started. She was secretly pleased he'd 'still got it' since that had been a worry.
Carefully, slowly, he moved over her and rolled to the side, but he seemed hesitant to let her go.
She turned and went willingly again into his arms, her head tucking under his chin.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes. Are you?" Otto's breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to be calming back down.
"I'm feeling wonderful," she answered honestly.
"Good. Do you still want to stay the night?"
"Of course...don't let me go for a while?"
"Of course."
They continued hugging and sharing sweet kisses until Otto fell asleep first. She watched him and when she was sure he was deep asleep, she stroked his strong brow and jawline and spoke the words she dared not say out loud, just yet.
"I love you."