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Kim and Chase come upstairs after dinner. She grins as she opens the door. "Can you wait a moment? I'm going to go change into something more comfortable..."

She leaves him in the bedroom and slips into the bathroom to put on some skimpy lingerie the bar gave her earlier. On top of that, she throws on a cotton robe.

"You know, I'm not sure how much I feel like practicing tonight..." she says, looking down, trying to hide a smile.

[ooc: Smut warning]

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She slides her arms around him, holding onto him as she feels him gripping her tighter. And she's not afraid - this is a good closeness.

He's missed this so much, being able to wrap his arms around her and hold her against him, and he presses his lips against her neck, rocking gently into her. "Love you," he whispers.

She arches back a little, wanting more and then leans her head against his shoulder.

"Ditto," she whispers in return and lifts her head to kiss him.

He laughs softly, holds her tighter, rocks faster, and parts his lips beneath hers, kissing her deeply.

She feels the vibration of his laughter through her body and wraps her legs around him tighter.

He leans his forehead against hers, feeling her breath on his skin, and oh god she feels good...

She gasps and squirms a little because she wants more of him.

"Chase," she moans softly.

"Yes," he gasps, speeding up.

She leans forward to lick a drop of sweat off his jaw and presses her lips against his neck.

Her heart's racing and part of her wants to tell him to slow down they have all night and the other part, the part in control, wants more.

He keeps his pace steady, hands slipping a little bit on her skin, and he reaches behind him to hold onto the headboard.

She slides her hands back to his shoulders and holds on, opening her eyes to look into his.

He looks her in the eye and can't pull away, can't let go. She feels so good, everything about her; there isn't a single thing about any of this that he'd change...

He leans forward again to kiss her and doesn't want to pull back.

Kim has no intention of letting him pull back and she wraps one arm around his neck and holds onto his arm with her free hand.

He wraps his legs tighter around her, rocking with more force, faster, delving his tongue deeply into her mouth, and he brings his hand up to slide through her hair and down over her breast.

She gasps into his mouth, her nails digging into his skin and she grabs his hand and slides it down her stomach.

He pushes forward, tackling her back onto the mattress, hand slipping down between them to rub at her clit as he thrusts, biting at her lower lip and kissing her deeply enough that it's almost hard to breathe.

She's surprised for a moment and then wraps her arms and legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She feels her heart racing and she runs her hands down his back unable to keep herself from panting and pressure's building in her body, she can sense it, she can feel the approaching orgasm like the climb up a hill on a roller coaster and any minute now she'll be at the top.

He presses his mouth against her neck, his pace growing irregular. All desire to be dominated is gone for the moment; all he wants is her, in any way, every way, however they can have each other, and he's on the edge...

He loves making her pant like that and he knows how close she is, wants to make her come, and he puts on a last burst of speed.

She tilts back her neck, squirming almost and then she's *gone* and can't control the whimper-scream and the way her nails slide up down his back and some small part of her thinks about how that might leave a mark.

But there's the feel of his lips against her skin and his insistent fingers and she opens her eyes to watch him, knowing that he feels it too.

He's past caring about marks and scratches--not past feeling them; his senses are too heightened and he feels every little dig of her nails on his skin and loves it.

He can't contain it anymore, the feel of her orgasm around him is too much, that cry in his ear...he climaxes hard with a breathless half-shout and collapses against her, trembling, and it's good.

She runs her fingers through his damp hair and sniffs and blinks away sudden tears. She doesn't want to be the type of woman who cries after sex but she can't help the tears that slip down her face.

"Love you," she whispers and holds him, just holds him, because she hasn't been able to do this for so long and she feels content and safe in his arms.

He wraps his arms around her and lays his head on her shoulder. He doesn't mind if she cries, as long as they're happy tears...there's been too much scared and lonely and upset and miserable lately and just having her back is the best thing he could have dreamed of.

"Love you too," he whispers.

He's heavier than her and has a good few inches on her in terms of height but she doesn't want to move. However...

"Pillows are up that way," she whispers.

"I know." He laughs softly against her shoulder.

After a lazy moment, he sits up to crawl under the covers, taking her hand to pull her gently with him.

She laughs a little in return and gladly moves to almost wrap herself around him. She's not usually clingy but for some reason right now she needs to be held. She rests her head against his chest and closes her eyes.