ret-con, interlude 3
Interlude Three:
He presses her against the wall just inside his room, covering her and giving her no room for escape. Their bodies align from hips to lips, and he can’t stop himself from shivering with anticipation. Their time together is growing shorter, and Jordan can feel his disappointment bleed out through rough fingertips and rougher grinding against her. She whimpers, and he presses her tight again, swallowing the sound in a kiss. It’s still too much, too close to when she’s leaving and he’ll be back on his own. He tried to tell himself he wasn’t attached to either of them, but it’s a little late to fight that feeling now.
Carmen is slinky as she strips off his clothes and they stumble to the bed, sharing breaths even as he presses her dress up around her hips. The urgency is there, in the too sharp press of her fingernails into the flesh of his shoulder and the way she rocks her hips down as he tips them both onto the bed. Her head is tossed back artfully, he imagines, mouth greedily sucking in air in gasps of his name.
He slips his fingers up the inside of her thigh, nails scraping lightly and sending trembles up and down her spine. Her abandon has him smirking, a sharp smile crossing his face even as he dips his fingers deeper, higher, spiking the pitch of her cries. Jordan is patient to revel in this, the play that stretches out in time measured solely by gasps and shivers. Bringing himself up so he can kiss at the soft underside of her jaw just cements this moment in his mind as perfect.
They can’t even bring themselves to strip each other thoroughly. They slide together slickly, the soft insides of her thighs rubbing rough against his zipper fly. Her dress curls and drapes over them, tantalizing his eye with mere hints at the action beneath it. Oh, but he can feel how soft, how satin smooth, how incandescent she is. Firecracker hot and sleek in his grip.
She doesn’t disappoint. Takes him halfway to the ceiling with her before they fly apart at the seams. And although they barely have the strength for it, they cannot stop themselves from slowly rocking back to a new crescendo.
And another.
He presses her against the wall just inside his room, covering her and giving her no room for escape. Their bodies align from hips to lips, and he can’t stop himself from shivering with anticipation. Their time together is growing shorter, and Jordan can feel his disappointment bleed out through rough fingertips and rougher grinding against her. She whimpers, and he presses her tight again, swallowing the sound in a kiss. It’s still too much, too close to when she’s leaving and he’ll be back on his own. He tried to tell himself he wasn’t attached to either of them, but it’s a little late to fight that feeling now.
Carmen is slinky as she strips off his clothes and they stumble to the bed, sharing breaths even as he presses her dress up around her hips. The urgency is there, in the too sharp press of her fingernails into the flesh of his shoulder and the way she rocks her hips down as he tips them both onto the bed. Her head is tossed back artfully, he imagines, mouth greedily sucking in air in gasps of his name.
He slips his fingers up the inside of her thigh, nails scraping lightly and sending trembles up and down her spine. Her abandon has him smirking, a sharp smile crossing his face even as he dips his fingers deeper, higher, spiking the pitch of her cries. Jordan is patient to revel in this, the play that stretches out in time measured solely by gasps and shivers. Bringing himself up so he can kiss at the soft underside of her jaw just cements this moment in his mind as perfect.
They can’t even bring themselves to strip each other thoroughly. They slide together slickly, the soft insides of her thighs rubbing rough against his zipper fly. Her dress curls and drapes over them, tantalizing his eye with mere hints at the action beneath it. Oh, but he can feel how soft, how satin smooth, how incandescent she is. Firecracker hot and sleek in his grip.
She doesn’t disappoint. Takes him halfway to the ceiling with her before they fly apart at the seams. And although they barely have the strength for it, they cannot stop themselves from slowly rocking back to a new crescendo.
And another.