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Dinner (@americanass)

It was a good thing Claire didn't have any work to do that was terribly important, because she'd spent most of the day distracted thinking about the night before. Confessing her feelings for Steve had been on her mind for weeks, and she could never figure out the right time to go there. Maybe it had been her vulnerability after the nightmare, maybe not, but last night apparently was the time. Whether it was the right time, she still wasn't sure.

Neither could she gauge how Steve seemed to feel about the whole thing, as she hadn't had much opportunity to see him, much less talk to him. They both seemed to be busy, though she hadn't forgotten his offer of dinner that night. Just dinner, no mention of a date, not that she'd really expected that. They both needed time to sort this out, maybe sitting down to talk over dinner would help, especially after each took their time to think it over privately that day. She imagined he was thinking it over now, even if he hadn't considered it before.

As the afternoon inched closer to evening, she considered dinner plans. Claire knew her impulsive nature was influencing her now, but she couldn't help wanting to do something nice. Not a date. She wasn't going to go all out, just prepare a little something for the two of them. It was easy enough see him in passing, to request that he meet her in the dining room around six. And then she got to work.

Claire held herself to some semblance of playing it cool, of not trying to prepare anything too extravagant or that might give the impression that it was a date. No, it was just dinner. A simple pasta dish, a salad. No wine, that would... imply things, and it wouldn't do either of them much good anyway. At least, she thought she recalled that Steve's alcohol tolerance was on a level with hers.

Once the table was set, all she had left do was, well. Wait. He'd probably be on time, she guessed, but she was growing too nervous to check the time. Of course he'd show up, right?

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Claire sighed as he pulled her in closer, head resting on his chest again. All of the sex and fooling around was nice, but this... the closeness and intimacy of lying intertwined, skin on skin, it was easily just as good.

Going down on Steve had been an incredible turn-on, though she had been content to ignore her own rising need in favor of focusing on him. The promise of more, however, was enough to send a new rush of heat swirling through her core. She was trying not to let it show too much. Like him, she wasn't doing any of this purely for a trade.

"Only if you really want to," she returned, a note of shyness lingering in her tone. Maybe it was still a little hard to believe that he really wanted her. Even after the way the night had gone so far. She wasn't usually so insecure, but then she also didn't usually feel this deeply for someone. Steve was very much the exception.

Claire glanced up, then added, "You holding me is pretty damn good, for the record." Maybe he knew; she had to say it anyway.

It was nice that she wasn’t putting any pressure on him, for anything, but it was that that made him want to give to her all the more. For as much as Steve tried not to push for more than she was willing to give, he needed her to give the same in kind. He wasn't exactly drowning in experience with this sort of thing.

And maybe it seemed like he might, but he was sure the bulk of it was instinct and the desire to please her. He could keep her with him one day longer with good sex, and even if that wasn't a conscious intention it was something that lingered in the back of his mind, whispering to him even in the comfort and closeness.

"It is pretty good, isn't it?" He had to agree with the sentiment. As much as he wanted to fulfill every fantasy he'd ever had of her and then create a few more, he could easily be content with just the moments that came between. "But I'm sorry to tell you, I'm absolutely determined here."

His fingers traced down her side, a light touch, a teasing brush, and a playfully teasing smile turned toward her. Steve did like the moments in between, but there was no reason why he keep touching her in them.

"Don't be sorry," Claire purred, shivering under his touch. Even the lightest tease was enough to get a reaction from her. She idly wondered if that would always be the case, or if she'd get used to it somehow. Part of her hoped she didn't. She hoped that Steve would always be able to make her shiver and sigh with just a brush of his fingers.

In their late night talks, he had shared some of his past with her, and even then it was easy to forget that he wasn't so experienced. Not that she had a ton of experience either - she'd dated some, for sure. But, Steve was usually so confident and collected that it felt only natural that he'd know exactly what he was doing. It didn't really occur to her that he might not.

He certainly wasn't giving her any doubts that he could please her now.

Claire's head ducked down again, nuzzling affectionately into his shoulder. She kept her arm draped lightly over his stomach, utterly content to cuddle in close. Perhaps more than the sexual fantasies, she'd imagined him holding her just like this. Sometimes the thought helped her sleep.

"I know better than to stop you when you're determined to do something," she teased. "And trust me, I don't want to stop you now."

“Sure about that?” The teasing was still in his voice, and he shifted slightly to simply haul Claire on top of him with an easy smile. She was small and she was light; he could move her around without so much as a flex of muscle. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure you’re going to get sick of how much I want you pretty quick.”

Because if Steve had his way, he’d be all over her every moment until the rush of being able to wore off. And he didn’t know that that would ever happen.

It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if it never did except for how he’d quickly find himself unable to find the desire to get out of bed, or to be anywhere that wasn’t wrapped around or inside her. Both were quickly becoming his favorite things, each in its own way.

Because he liked holding her just as much as he liked everything else with her. Of course he did. It felt good to just lounge around, protect her and care for her. But right that second he was aiming for a little more than that.

"Positive." Her tone was just as light, just as amused. She made a surprised, but pleased little sound as he lifted her on top of him. It was indeed rather easy - and comfortable - to lay right there, her body draped over his almost like a blanket.

But Claire had to scoff at the mere notion that she could get sick of him, however teasing it might have been. She needed Steve to know beyond doubt exactly how much she wanted him. He was the only one she wanted, and had been ever since they'd met.

"Are you kidding? I promise I want you just as much," she assured him, lips then brushing against his, "and I like knowing that you want me." Even if it still felt kind of like a dream. The longer they spent together, tangled up in each other, the more real it became.

Her head pulled up, unable to suppress a smirk. "So you can keep showing me how much you want me."

“Is that right?” There was a clear playfulness in Steve’s voice and in his smile. That lightness he felt alone in her company that he didn’t have anywhere else. He felt good with her in a way he’d never experienced with anyone, and so of course he was looking to continue that.

Steve wasn’t often selfish, but in this, absolutely.

In this he could let himself have something just for him.

With a grin, his hands slipped up to tangle in her hair again, pulling her right back down to kiss her all over again. The softness of it was gone now, replaced with a growing hunger. She’d invited him to keep showing her what he wanted, and he was going to do just that. For as long as she let him. For as long as she still wanted him to do it.

Besides, he had a very particular goal still in mind.

The smile on his face made Claire melt almost as much as the kiss did. Maybe even more. She wouldn't ever get tired of seeing Steve so at ease and happy, there was no doubt about that.

His lips were on hers before she could reply, but she wasn't about to complain. Instead she groaned softly against his mouth, heat rising in her once again. Though she'd set aside her need to please him, it was growing harder to ignore now. And maybe, that was exactly what he was going for.

Claire was eager to show him she meant it when she said she wanted him just as much.

Her weight settled more firmly over his, a hand pressed against the mattress to steady herself as she returned the kiss with a matching hunger. The other hand rested against the side of Steve's face, just to touch him. Wherever he intended to go with this, she wasn't about to rush things, no matter how needy she felt. It was nice just to lie there, trading kisses, tangled up in one another.

He definitely hadn't forgotten that she'd put her own needs aside to worry about him, and now that he'd had a second to recover from just how good a job she'd done with focusing on him, he was definitely going for ramping things back up and taking care of her in turn.

His hands slid slowly from her hair and down her back, over her hips, rounding her ass to give an encouraging squeeze, his mouth not breaking from hers. She might not be rushing things, but Steve's intentions were a little different.

And not because it was only fair. Not because he wanted to give back what she'd given him. Steve just genuinely wanted her. He wanted to touch and to give her pleasure, to see it on her face and hear the way she cried out for him. He wanted to play out every fantasy he'd ever indulged in and he wasn't what anyone would call a patient man.

But maybe there was a part of him, one he didn't even recognize, that was in a hurry to get it all in before she changed her mind about him.

She shivered as his hands ran down her body, his touch warm and luxurious. The squeeze to her ass made her hips rock forward, another soft, muffled sound escaping. Now she broke the kiss, catching her breath, head ducked down against Steve's neck.

"I love your hands on me," Claire purred, pressing a kiss to his jaw. And it was true; she wanted him to touch her everywhere. More than touch, but she was still taking her time, despite her slowly rising impatience.

There was no way she'd rush him now, not when she was so thoroughly enjoying the way he explored her. And she thought it was fair, she'd taken her time with him, at first.

Her head pulled back again, so she could smile down at Steve. It was going to be hard to leave this bed for a while, Claire thought, not when it was so easy to brush her lips against his, just because she could. She hoped the outside world could wait a while, so neither of them had to leave this perfect little bubble.

Steve was more than just hopeful the world could wait; he was counting on it. There was no part of him looking to get up and leave any time soon. There was a small part of him that whispered they never needed to leave that bed or stop touching each other. That bit, Steve would ignore, but the rest? The parts that just wanted to enjoy the moment while they had it, spend his time learning the ins and outs of what made Claire feel good? Those he’d follow.

“Is that all you like on you?” he teased softly, arching up to catch another kiss before she could pull away too far. He followed it with a smile that matched the tone and dipped his head to press his mouth to her jaw in turn, trailing light kisses down the side of her neck.

It was slow and deliberate attention, gently sucking her skin as he made his path, urging her to move with little nudges so that he could keep seeking. He never put enough force in it that he’d have left a mark, however short lived on her, just enough to stoke the flames of desire.

Steve wanted her to push a little. Or rather, he wanted her to want so badly that she couldn’t help herself. He might have no idea where that line was, but he was definitely enjoying creeping his way toward it.

“Or maybe you’re interested in my mouth being somewhere more useful.”

"I like all of you on me," she countered easily. But whatever else she had to say was quickly lost when Steve's lips started drifting down her jaw and neck. That gentle pressure was more than enough to have her whimpering quietly.

Even if he were trying, any mark left on her would simply have faded away immediately. That wasn't to say it didn't still feel good for her. It felt amazing.

Claire's hips pressed down again, almost unconsciously seeking friction. The mere thought of his mouth traveling lower made her wet. No doubt he'd be able to tell.

"I can think of at least a few places I'd like your mouth," Claire finally added, having caught her breath again. She leaned up just enough so that her breasts were exposed again, tantalizingly close if he wanted to lean down and explore some more.

But she had a thought, more or a question. "Should I roll over, or do you want me to stay on top?" He'd pulled her up there, after all. She wondered if there was a reason.

With a pleased hum, Steve’s attention dipped to her breasts when she moved, lips dragging around the swell of one, then moving down the other to tongue her nipple. Just that little bit set him on fire, the thrill of getting his mouth on her after so long trying to tell himself he didn’t want it and imagining doing just that exciting him as much as anything else.

He was loath to ask her to move, to break contact at all, or to lose the feeling of her hot and wet pressed against him, but it would probably be more comfortable for her if he was a little less selfish.

So reluctantly, and with a light brush of his teeth, he urged her to sit up properly, making no effort to move her from his lap in the process. “Better lie back for now. I’ll sit you on my face another time.”

After he learned exactly what she liked and how best to give it to her. Steve was determined to try everything he could think of and then some with her, but he was also determined to do it well.

She closed her eyes as she focused on just how wonderful his mouth felt on her breasts. So gentle; Steve was a deliberate man, and it thrilled her to learn how that carried over in situations like this. As he moved them upright, her eyes opened again, heavy-lidded and full of want. Hearing him talk about sitting her on his face, suddenly she wanted that very much.

But Claire also saw the sense in his suggestion without him even having to explain, so she stole another kiss before carefully moving off of his lap. Which, she thought, was something else she wanted to explore some more later, sitting on his lap just like that...

"I'm holding you to that," Claire teased, rolling on her back and grinning over at him. Her usual innocence was gone for the moment, replaced with an impishness that still managed to be adorable. It had already been a fantasy of hers, but maybe it was getting pushed a little higher on her list.

She stretched out almost luxuriously, arms above her head, legs long despite her petite stature. Usually she was pretty humble about her looks, even though she was comfortable with her appearance. Now, she wasn't sure she'd ever actually felt this sexy. Knowing Steve wanted her as much as she wanted him made her feel practically unstoppable.

There was a spark of amusement that flashed through Steve’s eyes as he moved with her, turning so he was once again between her thighs and hovering above her, taking in her body stretched out for him. “I hope that’s not all you’re holding me to.”

Simply put, and then he was darting in, his mouth returning to her breasts. He gave firm swipes of his tongue to her nipple, his hand lifting to tease the other with his fingers, rolling it between them in time with the flicks of his tongue. It was very much a questing sort of attention, searching out what got the best reaction.

Steve was in every hurry to finally taste her, to find out if she tasted as good as he’d imagined she would and if the heat and softness he’d felt on his cock was as good beneath his mouth, but he was all too easily sidetracked by the rest of her on his way. He wouldn’t go so far as to call her perfection, wasn’t the sort of guy who gave empty praise like that anyway, but she was unmistakably beautiful, alluring, and in that moment she was completely his.

To explore and please and take his own pleasure from as he wanted.

And at least for a little more, what he wanted was to kiss and suck and fondle her breasts and get her squirming for more.

"Don't you worry, I'll be holding you to plenty." Her gentle ribbing only lasted until his mouth was on her breasts again. She sucked in a sharp breath, shivering. A hand moved to the back of his head, gently cradling and holding him close. Steve was pretty good at getting what he wanted, as he had her moving beneath him, chest arcing up for more.

Even though Claire did want him to move lower, she wasn't in a much of a hurry. He felt too good to rush, so she was content to let him take his time to explore, the way he'd allowed her to do the same. She had most definitely enjoyed working her way down his body and spoiling him with attention. How could she deny him the same? Or herself, for that matter.

It was certainly better than she'd imagined so far, and she had imagined something like this many times. Her mind wandered the most when she was alone, though a time or two she'd caught herself fantasizing in the middle of a conversation or while she was trying to concentrate on her work.

Claire considered it a miracle that Steve hadn't noticed her feelings for him, because she would have fully expected him to catch on to her lingering glances. She couldn't have been as subtle as she thought she was.

All of that was far from her mind now, however. With the way his tongue moved over her nipple, it was impossible to think of much else. Except maybe the thought of how that tongue might feel elsewhere. She still wasn't going to rush things, though, no matter how needy she felt.

He smiled against her skin, her reaction serving to make him want to pull more and more of them out of her. Steve could be happy spending all night, a few days even, just pulling those little noises and the arches of her body out of her. But the weight of her hand on the back of his head, even if it wasn’t pressing, had him aching to do more.

It was with a scrape of his teeth between her breasts that Steve started to kiss his way down her body. Slow and deliberate, letting himself be pushed without any actual pushing being done, he pressed his lips against her, dragged them teasingly down her stomach, his tongue circling her belly button. With gentle hands, he urged her legs to part around him, easing them over his broad shoulders.

He teased first, though, kissing her inner thighs gently, moving up to trace his tongue against her pelvic bone. Not giving her what they both wanted just yet, and it was a sweet sort of torture for him too.

She caught that smile. Mostly because she couldn't tear her gaze away from his face as he made his way down her body. Steve was gorgeous no matter what, but there was a particular appeal in watching him please her. And to think he was barely getting started. It was a good thing she was laying down or else her knees might have gotten weak.

Claire's fingers moved gently through his hair, brushing back a few strands off his forehead. Her teeth tugged at her lower lip as she smiled, shivering in anticipation of where his mouth would be going next. The teasing was damn near torturous, but she loved every second, every brush of his lips and tongue over her skin.

Still, she gasped when his tongue traced up, barely able to keep her hips from rocking. "Steve," she moaned, the muscles in her thighs twitching. If he was trying to wear at her patience, he was succeeding. "Please..."

Trying a lot of things was exactly what Steve was doing and planned on continuing. But teasing suddenly became a lot more difficult to do when she was moaning and pleasing with him, and he wanted to give in far too much to resist that.

“I like when you say my name like that,” he noted lowly, cast another look up her body, taking her in. Spread out before him, wanting him, and she was a better sight than every one he’d imagined. His own mind had never done her justice.

Probably for good reason. It was easier to keep fantasies to just that if he wasn’t looking too hard at the details or painting her too realistically.

His arms looped beneath her, holding her steady as he gave in to desires and lowered his mouth to her cunt. Light brushes of his tongue began exploring her, taking the sensation of having her there in. It was impossible to stifle the hum of satisfaction that escaped him.

It wasn't about to be the first time he'd hear it, Claire guessed. Steve had a way of bringing it out of her. He had her wrapped around his finger already. Maybe she should be scared of that, but she's not. Quite the opposite, actually. She hasn't felt so at ease in a long time.

Nor has she felt so good, especially when his tongue finally made contact right where she was craving it most. She moaned quietly as he explored, a hand tangling in the bedding. The other was still resting gently on his head, fingers soft in his hair.

A smile lingered on her face as she watched him, propped up on one elbow. "And I like the way you look down there," Claire murmured flirtatiously. It was even better than she'd imagined, too.

Wrapped around every single part of him was exactly where Steve wanted her. More intensely with every moment that this was real. Weeks on months of wanting, relegating that feeling to the recesses of his mind and the dark, made it hard to believe it was actually happening. That this was all real and not just some intense dream that would have him avoiding Claire come morning until he got himself under control again.

Her fingers in his hair was grounding, though. For some reason, his imagination had always made her touch desperate and rough, not the gentle hold she really had. It was just one Toby, insignificant thing, but it reminded him that she was really there and it was really happening. That it was going to keep happening and every fantasy he’d had would come true.

In one night might be pushing it but between the two of them they could make a good dent. It really was a good thing neither of them slept much.

Steve’s eyes lifted to her at her comment, amusement warring with the heat in his gaze. He could only give a little hum of encouragement without pulling away, something he was not willing to do in that moment, his careful exploration zeroing in on her clit. He lavished that spot with slow, firm swipes of his tongue, watching her carefully for response.

Funny enough, Claire's hand on his head was grounding for her, too. Not only that, but the look in Steve's eyes as he glanced up at her. That was real. Not a single fantasy could have captured that look; the wanting, the faint amusement. His eyes had her shivering as much as his tongue.

She gasped when his attention focused on her clit, just the way she liked. Her grip tightened, but only a little. Not so rough and desperate just yet, no doubt he'd get her there in time.

"Steve," Claire breathed his name, satisfaction and pleading somehow mingled in her eyes. It was all she wanted and yet she needed more. Would she always need more? Never had she been with someone and had this feeling that she might never get enough of them. All of their fantasies and then some, she wanted it, needed it.

A soft moan spilled from her lips, body shifting in his grasp. For now she managed to keep her hips still, determined to let him work at his own pace to please her. He certainly knew what he was doing so far. "'S good," she mumbled, any more coherent words failing her in the moment. Steve would probably appreciate the praise all the same.

He didn’t need more coherent to like hearing her encouragements. He seemed confident, sure, but it was all show. Steve genuinely had all but no idea what he was doing with a girl, generally just let them take the lead the few times he’d taken someone to bed, and hoped for the best. He didn’t want that with Claire. He wanted things to be equal between them.

And her responses let him know what she liked. He wanted to know that, too. Even more than he wanted to take his own pleasure from her.

He answered with a little hum, acknowledgment without words, and his gaze lowered from hers again, his eyes closing as he allowed himself to savor the taste and the feel of her on his tongue, to concentrate on learning every swipe and flick that made her respond, every breath and moan that told him to do more.

His eyes dropped with a seemingly renewed focus on her pleasure, and she felt herself go weak. She leaned back a little more, head finally resting against the pillow. This way she was missing the view, but was already turning her into a whimpering mess; holding her head up wasn't happening just now.

"Fuck," Claire whispered, eyes fluttering closed. A warm shiver rolled through her, starting right there under his tongue. Her hand rested on the back of his head a little more firmly. Still not forceful, but more than enough to convey the fact that she had him right where she wanted him. "Like that."

Words were hard, but she very much wanted to make sure he knew what she liked. And what she liked was, well. Everything he was doing right now. She let out another moan, hips twitching upward ever so slightly. "Just like that. Getting me close..."

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Every encouragement, every sign to let him know what she liked, meant a lot to Steve. He appreciated hearing it all, no matter how quiet or how much a jumble the thoughts became. If anything, he liked that all the more. It was like she couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of her mouth.

And that felt good in its own way. That was like telling him whatever he was doing felt so good she couldn't control herself, and that was exactly what Steve was looking for. He didn't want her to control herself; not with him.

His hands flexed on her skin, half holding her to him, half encouraging that tiny movement. In this, he’d follow her cues. If she wanted to move beneath his touch, he wanted her to move; she said just like that, and Steve was going to keep doing just that. He was mindful not to vary the rhythm or pressure of his tongue on her.

He might not know much, but if he knew anything it was not to add variation when a woman was telling him she was close.

She was very much getting to that state of jumbled thoughts, murmuring barely-intelligible praise and encouragement as Steve kept working her. It was harder to control herself in general; her hips twitched upward again, fingers tightening in his hair. And her moans grew louder, more desperate, each stroke of his tongue adding to her pleasure.

However long she lingered on the edge of orgasm, Claire really couldn't say. Time had essentially lost all meaning as soon as they'd shut themselves up in Steve's bedroom. Now? When he had her quivering and breathless with near-bliss? Time wasn't real.

As much as she might have liked to hold out, to make this last as long as possible, her body had other plans. She came with a strangled cry, her free hand reaching to grip Steve's arm as she rode out wave after wave of overwhelming sensation. Her back arched, moaning and whimpering, until she started to settle, sinking back down against the mattress.

If Steve was trying to get her to come absolutely undone, he'd succeeded. She closes her eyes, panting to catch her breath, shaky in the afterglow. "Fuck..."

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