[ he doesn't seem to know what to say for a moment. Saying it back is a commitment he is not quite ready for. Too much expectations that are tied to those words ]
Good on you.[ kissing her back with a cheeky grin spread across his face. ]
[ it starts when eames presses up against the small of her back. his weight against hers, trapping her against the kitchen counter top. he's recently woken, the smell of sleep flushed against his skin. lips that are mildly damp ghost over her brazenly exposed neck, fitting into the open space that cynthia melds for him.
he's in between consciousness and the desire to buck back and given into cotton sheets. he tries to rouse himself, a method far sweeter than a trail of caffeine down his throat. he's hard in the morning and the sight of her does nothing to aid him. the tenting in his pants is evident and he'll make perfectly known to cynthia what he's thinking of.
he takes ample advantage of the fact she's cooking and it's too early to say no. distracting her as she distracts him. he's always been an opportunist.
a hand slinks down to slip inside black lace panties, rubbing the bold stripe of her cunt eagerly. ]
[She didn't want to make a sound. It would mean that she'd give in to his little request and she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to. Mornings in the apartment were timed to the dot and the last thing she needed was for Arthur to come home and find out breakfast wasn't ready yet.]
Are we really...doing this now?
[She bit her lip, he really did know how to push her buttons, and at 6 in the morning or all times.]
[ eames takes it as a personal challenge. a mission to make cynthia skip out on routine and break the rigidity she's constructed around her schedule. make her come undone. So he makes a convincing argument, circles his thumb against her clit. movements are an after effect of wanton recklessness. ]
Let it. [ there's a hint of a growl to his voice because there's something aesthetically appealing to cynthia biting those firm lips down and he would much rather have those lips serve a more useful purpose. ]
[Long shaky breaths. She didn't really know how to respond to his question. If anything, she'd make noise the moment she opens her mouth and she knew he'd go further if he heard those noises.]
Arthur will be home soon...We can't...
[A sharp gasp and she drops the wooden spoon, her hands gripping the edge of the marble counter. She knew when he was in a mood, there was no stopping him. But it just felt so...wrong. Not now, not when she wasn't done with the morning routine.
She opened her mouth to try and stop him, but a moan escaped instead she knew she had already lost the battle.]
[ hints of mocking in his voice, mischief spread against his smile as he feels his hand dampen using it as a cue to thumb her clit harder, moving in circular motions as his breathes catch against her skin. ]
We'll be quick if it eases you up.
[ better the devil you know than the devil you don't. ]
[That was a stupid question. With her waltzing around in her underwear, she should have expected this to happen to her sooner. But arceus why did it have to happen now? Why couldn't he have waited till AFTER the fucking oatmeal finished cooking, it was just a few minutes after all.
Her eyes locked on to the counter. She really didn't want him to see that she was partly enjoying this.]
deep breaths Cynthia, you can do this, you still have control
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Date: 2013-01-10 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-13 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-13 06:10 am (UTC)because that's what good girlfriends do, love their boyfriend unconditionally and junk]
Don't worry honey, I still love you
YOLO
Date: 2013-01-13 06:16 am (UTC)Good on you.[ kissing her back with a cheeky grin spread across his face. ]
LOYALTY AT ITS FINEST
Date: 2013-01-13 06:33 am (UTC)Right...yeah.
[one more kiss, get her mind off what he just said because...damn]
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Date: 2013-01-15 04:15 am (UTC)he's in between consciousness and the desire to buck back and given into cotton sheets. he tries to rouse himself, a method far sweeter than a trail of caffeine down his throat. he's hard in the morning and the sight of her does nothing to aid him. the tenting in his pants is evident and he'll make perfectly known to cynthia what he's thinking of.
he takes ample advantage of the fact she's cooking and it's too early to say no. distracting her as she distracts him. he's always been an opportunist.
a hand slinks down to slip inside black lace panties, rubbing the bold stripe of her cunt eagerly. ]
MORNING WOOD WHOOPS
Date: 2013-01-15 04:27 am (UTC)Are we really...doing this now?
[She bit her lip, he really did know how to push her buttons, and at 6 in the morning or all times.]
E-Eames the oatmeal might burn.
Re: MORNING WOOD WHOOPS
Date: 2013-01-15 04:33 am (UTC)Let it. [ there's a hint of a growl to his voice because there's something aesthetically appealing to cynthia biting those firm lips down and he would much rather have those lips serve a more useful purpose. ]
Objection, darling?
Re: MORNING WOOD WHOOPS
Date: 2013-01-15 04:47 am (UTC)Arthur will be home soon...We can't...
[A sharp gasp and she drops the wooden spoon, her hands gripping the edge of the marble counter. She knew when he was in a mood, there was no stopping him. But it just felt so...wrong. Not now, not when she wasn't done with the morning routine.
She opened her mouth to try and stop him, but a moan escaped instead she knew she had already lost the battle.]
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Date: 2013-01-15 04:52 am (UTC)[ hints of mocking in his voice, mischief spread against his smile as he feels his hand dampen using it as a cue to thumb her clit harder, moving in circular motions as his breathes catch against her skin. ]
We'll be quick if it eases you up.
[ better the devil you know than the devil you don't. ]
It's your fault partly, you bloody tease.
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Date: 2013-01-15 05:01 am (UTC)[That was a stupid question. With her waltzing around in her underwear, she should have expected this to happen to her sooner. But arceus why did it have to happen now? Why couldn't he have waited till AFTER the fucking oatmeal finished cooking, it was just a few minutes after all.
Her eyes locked on to the counter. She really didn't want him to see that she was partly enjoying this.]
deep breaths Cynthia, you can do this, you still have control