sundown | for cable (nathan)

[The gesture warms him so much, it's difficult to articulate. His arm tightens around her and he hums against her neck. Tentatively, he presses his lips to her skin and breathes against it.

His fingers skim against the waistband of her pants. Well. His pants. The only reason they're staying up is because the drawstring is pulled tight and the curve of her hips fills them, but they're sitting low on her. Tempting him.]

I missed you. [He says finally. It feels terribly vulnerable, but right to say. He's also aware that he's firming up against the curve of her ass, but she's so close to his body he wonders if that's what she wants. He remembers the sounds she made in her sleep, the same he's heard from her before. It's all very alluring.]

[ The moment, electrified, turns when he says that. She sets the bamboo spoon down and turns in the circle of his arms, vulnerable and hopeful.

Until this moment, they've been dancing. Her fingers slip across his arms, up to sit on his chest. She fists his shirt, her voice stained with months' worth of sadness. ]

I missed you, too.

[Although aware it wasn't a clean break between them, Nate can't help but be baffled by her. It's not like he can deny that he wasn't so utterly charmed by her that he's been insane since they kissed. But for her to be this caught up over him? He struggles to make himself believe it.

But it's hard to deny it when she looks at him like that. And he hears it in her voice. All the ache between them, the pain of letting her go again feels harder to bear than any scrutiny about their relationship.

His arms tighten around her when she turns against his chest. He cups her face, turning her chin upward so he can kiss her deeply. He hums into it like he's sinking into a hot bath, as if he can feel the relief washing over him. His fingers thread into her hair, kissing her like he doesn't care if they ever breathe again.]

[ She doesn't care either, but eventally her lungs burn, forcing her to pull back. Taking sips of air, her forehead resting against his. A small smile smooths over her lips, a knot of tension released.

She cannot voice what emotions claw at her chest when she thinks of him -- the burning obsession, the ache that she realizes has sat in her stomach until this moment -- but she tries to communicate it. Through her eyes, her fingers, her lips when she turns his hand over to drop kisses over his fingertips, his palm, his pulse. There are faded scars on his hands and arms, a life's story of them, callouses on his palms. She nuzzles like she's known no safer place.

Then, she flips: kittenish licks, sucking on his pulse point. ]

[Nate huffs out a confused sound, almost a chuckle. He's utterly baffled by the obsession but equally, completely drawn to her in the same way. Under her lips, his heart is racing, skin pulsing.

He draw his arms around her, lifting her and setting her on the counter behind them. He crowds in on her, kissing her neck with long, lingering presses of his lips.]

I haven't been with anyone. Since you. Couldn't stop thinking about you.

[His admissions are breathless. It's unusual for him to be so candid and vulnerable, but she just draws it out.]

And it fucking killed me-- knowing you were right there.

[ He picks her up with ease and she settles there on the countertop, one hand in the linen of his shirt, the other coiled in the dark web of his hair. Her head tipped back, submitting to the path of his mouth. It drives her crazy to hear of his abstinence, the words pulsing between her legs. ]

What did you think of?

[ She leans forward, tugging him upward to chase4 his mouth, just as breathless as he is. His sweatpants are slung low on her hips, they could easily be pulled off with a motion of his hands, and his shirt is too big, falling over one shoulder. ]

Show me?

I thought of making you stay after class.

[He murmurs, setting his hands on her waist and turning her gently. He bends her over the counter, grinding his hips against her.]

Bending you over my desk. Pushing your skirt up. Fucking you.

[This stuff is relatively easy to admit, though a little shameful. His hands slide under the draping fabric of his shirt, squeezing her breasts.]

Every time you wore something that showed off your figure-- something short, low-cut-- thought it was for me.

[He presses his erection firmly against her, deliberately grinding her so that her cunt rubs against the counter through his pants.]

Then I'd think about fucking your tight, little pussy again while I jerked myself off.

[ He pins her to the kitchen counter, pushes her half-down. Her breaths come short and shallow the more he speaks, the longer he grinds. ]

O-oh.

[ She bites her breath, hips rolling back. He's hard enough to fuck her already. She goes a little crazy realizing that, her cunt drooling. Shakily, her fingers dip to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over her shoulders and head, her nipples pointed and her stomach rippling with every intake of breath. ]

I thought about you, too. But I thought -- I thought you didn't want me. So I didn't ...

[Another pained, exasperated sound escapes him and he's not sure between the two of them which one is crazier here. He pinches a nipple, possessive of all the parts he's been wanting to touch.]

I want you-- I wanted better for you-- didn't want people to talk about you. But I want you.

[A hand releases one of her breasts, forcing itself down the waistband of his pants so much that they slip downward. He teases his fingers over her cunt, feeling so aroused by how wet she is that his breath shudders out of him. His fingers tease circles around her clit before he plunges two inside of her, pumping them slowly in her. He wants to ravish her, but he's convincing himself to be careful.]

Kept thinking I should've put a baby in you while I had the chance.

[ She shivers, too taken in by him to be annoyed at this particular moment by his way of thinking. Why he pushed her away, why he acted the way he did. It's all so ridiculous, so poorly communicated, but she's so wet she sees stars when he finally gets his fingers on her.

His pants pool around her knees, shaking unsteadily, his fingers forcing their way in her. She keens at the new company, finally, sounding distinctly like a cat in heat, doubling over until her stomach hits cold marble. ]

Oh god, Nathan--

[ She nearly comes right then and there, teetering dangerously, a sob pushed through clenched teeth as she shoves her ass into his hand. She's so worked up already, the dirty talk about getting knocked up by him is going to be her undoing. ]

[Her receptiveness to that comment, he suspects, is part of what drives his obsession. He puts something insane out there and it drives her wild. Maybe that's what relationships should be.

As she drops down, he leans over her. He's still rolling her nipple in his fingers while fucking her with his other hand. The wetness gives him immense satisfaction, which draws more lewd things out of him.]

You like that? Like it if I got you pregnant?

[There's a tease in his voice, starting to blur the line of how much he means this.]

Knock you up. Marry you. You drop out, raise our kids. Sounds nice.

[He hums against her shoulder. He was completely opposed to the idea of all of this until he met her, now it's all he wants (though not necessarily at the expense of her education).]

[ Her face turns to the side to lay her cheek against the stone, her eyes half drawn shut. The sound of his fingers spearing her cunt is obscene, so wet.

It's nearly as much his closeness, the scrape of outgrown stubble against her bare shoulder, as his words that have her tense, not unexpectedly, and crest with a sharp cry. A long climax, rolling her hips into the movement of his fingers, her body shuddering.

But it hasn't sated her, and she moans approvingly at the feeling of him stepping back, the rustle of him getting undressed. Her hand travels low, prying her wet folds open, prepared to take him. ]

[Nate bites lightly on her shoulder through her climax, mostly to stop himself from finishing without contact.

He pulls back to undress, making a sound of pure desperation when she spreads herself for him. He feels incredible luck, which is why he can't resist gripping her thighs and crouching so his tongue can lap at her folds. Every obscene thought he's had about her body is bubbling up, he could sit on his knees and eat her like dinner, but she wants his cock.

And he wants it in her too, desperate for the tight squeeze of her cunt around him. He rises again, resting his hands on her backside and dragging his thumbs in circles.]

Tastes good. I could lie you on the kitchen table and eat you for hours.

[He presses the swollen head of his cock into her hole, teasing it in and out of her before he starts to slide in. He doesn't have any banter for her, it sucks the air out of his lunges and makes his skin painfully flushed and hot. He starts to rock his hips at a slow, steady pace.]

[ She feels a little high when his body melds into hers, in no doubt partly because her body hasn't recovered fully from its round of infirmity, so it's probably for the best that he takes mercy on her and doesn't rail her against his kitchen counter. However much she would enjoy that, too.

Her forehead rests on her arm. She loses herself in the press of his hips into her, loses the dregs of any shyness as she voices the pleasure it gives her. Short gasps, louder moans fed to his ears. If he pauses to cup a hand under her and around a breast, she wiggles her ass, teasing him back into action, whining: ]

Don't stop!

[It is certainly a merciful fuck, and sweeter for it. It's not as animalistic as their first, but it's certainly primal the way he savours her. It occurs to him that he never asked if she started birth control and, when he thinks about releasing in her anyway to claim her, his cock twitches inside of her.

He feels every inch of her, pausing to wrap his arms around her and fondle her. He chuckles darkly against her shoulder, wanting to challenge the way she begs him. Unfortunately, he's so utterly besotted and horny that he simply complies. He starts to pump into her faster, just enough that their skin starts to slap together from the motion.]

Whose pussy is this? [His fingers wind gently into her hair, scritching her scalp.]

Tell me.

Yours.

[ Tender, almost unbearably so. She's gone docile again, as soon as he picked back up the roll of his hips. He quickens and she moves onto her tiptoes, relishing the long strokes of his cock, squeezing him deliberately. God, she had missed this. She's half-convinced she had been going crazy being deprived of his cock. Maybe that's why they had both been so completely miserable. ]

It belongs to you. No one else should touch it. And no one else has.

Jesus.

[It hisses out of Nate, who bucks his hips hard into her. He needs to grip the counter to stop himself from pounding into her, driven absolutely feral by that revelation. It had never occurred to him-- now he knows, he can't help feeling ownership. It makes him want to come inside her again and again.]

Good girl, my girl.

[He gathers her in his arms and buries his face into her neck. He kisses and sucks at the skin, creeping his fingers down her front so he can start to rub her clit.]

I can feel how much you needed my cock in you. You squeeze so tight-- makes me want to fill you. Own you. [He nips at her ear, licking over the shell.]

When you're rested up, I'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Claim you forever.

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[ He bucks and she yelps, biting her fist to stop from straight screaming. It feels so good, too good, she knows she'll come soon. Again. Likely more than once, if he has any say in it.

It's filth he's spilling into her ear -- and though he's fucking her, it washes over her that she's not interested in it being pure bedroom talk saved for when he wants to paint her cunt with release. That it's not just something that turns her on, but aches in her chest and throat with the crushing weight of longing. That she's spent the past few hours imagining that very thing.

Being his. For the rest of her life. Her breath shudders out of her.

Her fingers find his, interlacing and squeezing. There's steel under her sweet voice. ]

Then do it. With me. All of it. Everything.

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[Once again, there's a pained tinge to his groan. Once again, this is crossing right over the line of dirty talk. He knows deep down he is being absolutely ridiculous, but his dick is telling him that the best thing for both of them is for her to be carrying his child.

He breathes hard against her neck, almost sighing as he grazes his teeth over her skin. She sounds so sure and he's still deep in her, angling himself to hilt into her sensitive spots.]

I remember what happened the last time I came in you.

[He manages to reason that out.]

You keep gripping me like that and it's gonna happen again.

[And despite remembering what happened before, the ball is back in her court. Even though she's clearly a little vixen here to torture him with her pussy and she's going to ask for it.]

What if I want to marry you first?

[Breathless, stupid, absolutely brainless but somehow completely earnest. Maybe he'd be a fucking moron if he didn't lock her down now.]

[ Francesca laughs. It's a light, breathless giggle, her fingers draw his up to nestle against his knuckles. His thrusts are still unhurried; her squirming and mewls of pleasure continue, gripping him, trying to rile him up. ]

Oh. Well. I didn't take you to be so old-fashioned.

[ She reaches for his hair, lacing her fingers in it and drawing him close, his chin over her shoulder so that she may kiss him. Her nose playfully nudges his, gasping aloud, her lashes fluttering.

Compromising: ]

You can come in me and then marry me. In that order.

[The slower he takes it, the longer he lasts. And he wants to last forever, because he wants to feel her clenching and tensing around his cock forever.

He grumbles with appreciation when she brings him in closer and touches him so sweetly. Eagerly, he catches her lips and kisses her deeply. It all overwhelms him, makes his mind swim and his hips buck into her. Now he's starting to lose control of his pacing.

Incredible to him that seems so perfect would be equally interested in being impregnated by him and married to him. There's a catch, surely, but it's not something he's even contemplating. He's just thinking about how wet she is and how much he wants her body to belong to him.

He shifts more of his weight on her, pinning her as he fucks her harder, faster and urgently. He thrusts his tongue in her mouth as he comes in her, groaning in ecstasy. He fucks her though it, swirling his fingers over her clit.]

You drive me fucking insane. [He breathes it out against her mouth, meeting her eyes intensely.]

I love you.

[ Francesca enjoys this brutal usage of her body, without reservation. He comes inside her in his frenzy. She could cry for how sweet it all is: the pulse of his cock, the flood of him, the noise spilling into her mouth.

She trembles like a leaf in his arms, still keyed up, her cunt clenching over and over as he softens.

She meets his eyes with an impossible sureness. ]

I know.

[ Her mind has run back over the past few days, the weeks before it. The moments that seemed driven from enmity, some intrinsic dislike.

And the way he held her, and nursed her, and lost sleep over her.

Her eyes do well now, too wrung out to stop the tears. ]

I love you.

[Nate has never felt so impulsive, stupid and so painfully in love until this moment. Even with his dick in her, it's the searing earnestness in her eyes that feels so painfully intimate. He holds her gaze, looking a mix of confused, hopeful (hopeless) and adoring. Somehow it still has the blistering intensity of his glares.

But it softens when the tears start to build. He clasps at her face, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. His mouth moves like he wants to express concern, but instead he's kissing her. His arm wraps around her, holding her up against him and supporting her weight.

He withdraws, regrettably but with bigger things in mind. He turns her toward him.

Softly, and sincerely, he speaks while sliding his hands down to hold her finger tips and shifting to his knees.]

I want you to sit on my face.

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[ His embrace is a reprieve she didn't know before. It encapsulates all the love that she has been privy to her whole life, yet differently. Better. It's hard to comprehend. It's new. It's special. She knows it belongs solely to her. She knows she belongs here.

She understands her mother in a way she had not previously. All those stories about finding love where and when one least expects it.

She sniffles, shifting her weigh from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with the cool air on her pussy, all that seed sliding down her inner thighs. What a waste.

He gets to his knees before her like a supplicant. She cocks her head at him in such a way that questions what he's doing.

In the next moment, she lets him guide her, hands on the back of her knees. Obediently, her legs slip apart, one hooking over his shoulder. Her cunt is a wreck he's laid waste to -- her opening flares and clenches in a needy rhythm, spilling more of what was gifted. She reaches to find purchase in his hair, carding through it, all tenderness and anticipation. ]

[Getting on his knees in reverence to her seems perfectly appropriate to Nate, who is positive that she deserves some form of worship. She's obviously some sort of angel if she's got the patience to put up with him.

He watches intently as she lowers herself over him, eyes lingering on hers. The state of her cunt makes him extremely proud, knowing it has and will only know his cock. It means he's now careful to ensure she is satisfied by him and will never need to wonder what else is out there.

His tongue flicks diligently over the mess on her thighs, building up to the lips of her cunt. It starts methodical but unravels into hungry lapping at her hole and sucking at her clit. He makes determined, eager sounds and flicks his eyes up to her every so often. He looks adoringly at her, admiring the view of her from his position.]

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