Rainy weather, best spent together - River/John NSFW

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She arched her back, and wrapped her legs around his hips. He tasted like heat and smoke and was more intoxicating than the alcohol. She panted struggling for breath meeting the violence of his kiss with her own.This was where John always felt better. His hands were hard at work, getting her as naked as possible before dealing

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[everybodylives]

She leaned back to watch him finish stripping, hands covering her own breasts, fingers plucking at nipples that were damp from whiskey and tounge.

The edge of desperation was familiar, she often felt it as well with him, wished it was something else but knew neither of them capable of more than this heat and friendship and the desperate need to drown.

[whatdoesithurt]

John's mouth slid south, leaving small marks in places that would be covered by clothing later, as though leaving himself reminders of the places that made her wriggle. Then lower, to her belly where he could still taste some whiskey that had escaped his tongue, then lower, holding her thighs apart and sinking to his knees to bury his mouth between her legs.

[everybodylives]

She cried out, hand going tot he back of his head as she arched against his lips, body bowing over the counter. Chilled tile against her back, the heat of his tongue on her flesh.

[whatdoesithurt]

John moaned his approval into her, hands stroking over her thighs. She tasted wonderful and he lapped at her, pushing his tongue up eagerly.