a football player and a countess kissing in a tree

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[ She’s not too far gone not to register his cock jerk inside her or the flash of warmth as he spills deep into her cunt, right against her womb. No, she knows it right away. If anything, that, the sounds he produces, his shudders, makes her orgasm all the more intense. Knowing he’s come inside her.

Her hindbrain loves it.

That part of her, less than sane, hopes it takes. She doesn’t voice this aloud, putting it down to the afterglow and primitive instinct.

His guilty observation is met with silence, but it isn’t angry. She’s too fucked out to be upset with him over a mistake. She reaches for his face, cupping it and urging him forward so she can kiss him. Total absolution. ]

Oh, I don’t mind, truly. It feels quite good, if I’m honest. And it was — it was nice. I wish I had seen your face when you — well. You know.

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[Jamie's hindbrain is going off too, but the cold dread that sinks over him is overshadowing it. He feels extremely stupid and guilty, but it fades when she cups his face and kisses him.

His eyes flutter shut and he melts over her and into the kiss. He feels comforted by her instantly, in a way so few people are capable of doing for him. He makes a soft sound, kissing her sweetly before her winds his arms around her and nearly collapses his face onto her breasts to peer up at her.]

If you need the morning after or anything-- I'll get it for you-- pop to the pharmacy. [It's the least he can do. At her wish, he laughs against her skin.]

Prob'ly something like this. [He rolls his eyes back in his head, forcing himself to shudder for dramatics and pulling a strained face. It fades away and he laughs, crinkling his nose at her.

He's still seated deep in her and his legs shift gently back and forth against the couch.]

I could clean you up with my mouth, if you like. [It's a dirty fucking thing to ask, but he really owes her big time.]

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[ Jamie makes her laugh with surprising ease, an ease that hasn't come for four years, her brown eyes twinkling fondly, hands moving to smooth the sweaty hair back from his brow. Her fingers caress the eyebrow slit. He is so cute. She's stupidly smitten by everything he says and does.

This is going to be A Problem. She did not expect this.

Jamie Tartt had come out of nowhere. Later, with hindsight, it will seem fitting.

An appealing offer. Her body responds readily enough to the thought, but after a moment's consideration, she shakes her head. ]

Can we do that later? I just want you to stay right here. [ Her voice, softer than its gentle timbre. She wriggles to press her face to the side of his face, wanting to breathe him in. ] Is that okay?