A/N This is a short chapter. I don't know if I like it. Tell me if you do. Rated M.
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The Soldier suddenly felt more relaxed. His worries about tomorrow faded, as well as any thoughts about his identity. If he wasn't so used to the lack of control over his thoughts, perhaps this change would have concerned him more. But the new feelings he felt were good. Maybe he didn't understand them, but did he really need to? He tried to recall what they meant, what caused them, what to do about them. Smooth. He could imagine the skin of her stomach beneath her shirt. His hands reached where two mounds filled his palms. There was no bra. Fuck. He could feel his pants were getting tight. And, fuck, her nipples were tight.
He didn't know when his eyes had closed, but it made picturing these images easier. He looked down at her legs. It wasn't a shirt - it was a lacy, short nightgown. And her legs were bare. God, how was his brain coming up with such vivid ideas. His breathing was heavier. He opened his eyes and glanced over at his partner. Her back was turned to him, but she appeared to be asleep. She did look exhausted when they entered the hotel room, he recalled.
Perhaps he should try to push these images away, he thought. But immediately he was overwhelmed by his arousal again. A hand sneaking into his pants and rubbing him through his boxers. He wanted to buck his hips. Oh God. The restriction of his jeans was painful. His eyes were closed again when the girl kissed him. It felt so real. Her lips, so soft, so sensual, pulling gently at his. Her hand in his pants, her other hand in his hair. His hands rubbing up and down her bare sides and buttocks. He couldn't risk waking his partner. But he needed friction.
When his hand finally unzipped his jeans and landed on his underwear he nearly moaned. A low grunt came out instead. He didn't start rubbing himself, opening his eyes again and looked left. She was still sleeping.
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Sephyr felt accomplished when she finally heard him move to touch himself. Heaven knows he needed this. What she didn't think through though, was how she herself would be affected. She continued to sending images, but these images became less of just getting him off, and more of her imagining participating in the act. Everything she pictured, she could hear him copy on himself. She imagined rubbing him slowly though his boxers. He was big, she knew he had to be big. Her hand slipped in to his boxers pulling him free. She heard him grunt again as he began running his hand up and down shaft. Slowly. Torturously.
Sephyr had gotten herself off before, but she had never been in a situation where she could enjoy the pleasure another gave. There was no mission for her to focus on here, and she found that she rather liked the low sounds the man in the next bed was making. At least, her body was responding to them and the images she was pushing. It had been weeks since she had the opportunity to touch herself, but she couldn't do anything about it now.
Both were lost in the images and feelings they were experiencing. The Soldier turned himself around so the pillow muffled the noises he was making. Her lips were on his neck sucking. Then on his mouth. Her fingers wrapped around him. Up. Down. Up. Down. Fast, then slow. Then fast. Pulling him closer and closer to a precipice. Her breasts - God, they were perfect. He imagined kissing down her neck, her breath in his ear, down to her perk nipples. He loved breasts.
Sephyr knew he was approaching his climax. His movement became a bit sloppier and his grunts more frequent. She didn't realize how good the sounds he made could make her feel. She knew she was wet.
The Soldier imagined her nails dragging over his scalp, over his back, and that was it. His breaths calmed down and his hand slowed as he drew out the sensations that pulsed through him when he finished. Fuck, he made a mess. After a few moments of rest, he knew he needed clean up the evidence. He glanced towards the other bed again, relieved to her still asleep. How, he didn't know. To be honest, he felt too good to care.