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[ Oh, has he hit on something? There's a flush high in her cheeks, the only indication of something other than annoyance. ]

I do like a good payoff, though.

[ It's why he's willing to wait. Why his patience extends through most avenues of his life. Conning is an art, sometimes months in the making, but the joy of pulling it all off is what he enjoys. He gets a similar thrill from pushing himself to the end of his patience. Greed is best when indulged after a wait.

So he keeps taking his time, alternating between softer kisses, nips, teeth lightly scratching. He sucks a few marks, skin turning a bright pink-red on her neck and chest. Finally, he ventures to mouthing at her nipples through her bra, fabric going damp from the attention. Adjusting his position, he skates his other hand between her legs, thumb and forefinger tracing the crux of her thigh. ]

[She squirms time and again-- not so much that she breaks free, but just enough to register her impatience. But though he doesn't do what she wants, he at least tends to her, and each brush of his lips and nip of his teeth leaves her feeling more and more worked up. His mouth feels sinfully hot, even though the fabric; she jerks up again and again as his tongue slides over her.

She's worked up enough that she groans in relief when his hand skims down; her legs spread, and--]

For crissake, Eames.

[She hisses it out, her head tipping back as she slumps against the mattress.]

Touch me.

[ She's so annoyed that he can't help but laugh a bit, the sound soft where it gets pressed against her chest. It is gratifying though, to know she's worked up this much.

This time he obliges her, moving his hand the scant few inches to rub her pussy through her underwear. The heat and dampness sends a thrill right down his spine. He spends a few moments teasing her through the fabric, fingers sweeping up and down in alternating pressure.

Then he stops, letting her wrists go to pull her panties down and off. He lifts her hips, hands spanning her ass, and he glances up from between her legs. ]

Let me know if this gets too much, mm?

[ He means the stubble, mostly. Because then he's leaning in, sliding the flat of his tongue right across her cunt. ]

[She's sorry that he releases her wrists, but perhaps she'll get that later. For now, she laughs softly as he warns her, though that's accompanied by a thrill as his fingers dig into her ass. Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she watches him eagerly.]

I think I can handle you.

[Lazily said, and not a moment too soon-- because then he's on her, and oh, god, that feels good. Her legs spread wider, thighs burning a little from the strain. His tongue is hot, pointed, dragging over her; she rocks her hips up, her next exhale harsh.]

That's good . . .

[She pushes her fingers through his hair. She won't yank just yet, but it's coming soon.]

[ He's very certain she can handle most anything, quite frankly. Some people just have that vibe.

Which means he isn't so delicate, diving right into something more intense from the word "go". He laps at her insistently, adding pressure until she's responding positively with each swipe. There's no time wasted, either, since he pushes his tongue into her pussy, fucking her like that with enthusiasm (and years of practice).

His hands slide up to her hips, loosely holding her in place but otherwise letting her rock into it. ]

Fuck--

[She swears quietly, her head snapping back as his tongue fucks deep into her with no warning-- which is great, it's fantastic, but oh, she wasn't expecting that after the way he'd gone so slowly before. Her hips rock up, half-heartedly squirming just to feel him tighten his grip on her-- but even teasing isn't interesting right now, nothing is, save the way he's forcing his tongue so deep into her.]

Good-- that's good--

[Breathless praise, as she pulls at his hair, yanking him down, and grinding her hips up at the same time. It's not about domination, not really; it's a movement made purely for her own pleasure, with no thought for him and how he might find it.]

Harder--