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[outta_texas]

from here.When they get to the doorway of the hut, Tyra turns around and steps in, her fingers pushing into Tim's hair, pulling his mouth against hers, perhaps a little hard. She misses her mom so badly, and she needs to take that away, and the easiest way is the press of Tim's teeth against her lip

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[texas_forever]

Somehow, the walk to their hut always seems a helluva lot longer when he knows he's about to get laid. Something about anticipation, maybe. But, Tim's hardly a patient guy.

They step into the hut and then her lips are on on his and he has both arms around her, returning it with everything in him, teeth scraping lightly.

"Yeah," he says, though he's not really sure what he's agreeing to. And the damn dog is still held in a deathgrip in one hand as he pushes her back further, toward their bed.

[outta_texas]

This backwards walk from the door to the bed is almost familiar now and she lets Tim push her backwards, one arm curled around his neck.

This is what she needs. This is so often what she needs.

"Yeah," she agrees. "Come on."

[texas_forever]

He almost smiles at that. Almost. Just a slight upturn of his lips.

But, hunger is beginning to overpower playful and he soon has her against the bed, clumsily pushing her onto it as he quickly throws the dog into the other room, paying no real attention to wherever it lands. Doesn't matter anyway.

[outta_texas]

It's easy enough to let him press her back onto the bed which, as always, surprises her by holding. She leans back on her elbows and looks up at him, lips parted slightly, knees spread around him.

Waiting.