Claire Bennet (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
infinite1ups) wrote2023-03-11 03:11 pm
infinite1ups) wrote2023-03-11 03:11 pm
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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?
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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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.
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"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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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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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.
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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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And was it ever sweet when she did. She writhed and gripped him and he just groaned appreciatively, kept licking her through the high, easing her down with gentle swipes until she slumped down again and even then, Steve stayed right where he was between her thighs. He liked it there.
There, he could just turn his head and press gentle kisses against her inner thighs, he could release his grip on her hips and slide his hands lightly over her waist and across her stomach. He could just keep touching her as he lifted his gaze to her again, unable to stop himself smiling as he took her in.
Flushed with ecstasy and panting, he could look at her like that forever.
“Good?” It was pretty clear the answer was yes, but he wanted her to say it. He wanted her to tell him everything she liked and everything she wanted. And he wanted to give it to her until not even their abilities could keep up anymore.
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"'Good' ain't gonna cut it," came her response, high and breathless, half a giggle. She was washed over with bliss, her breath finally returning to normal, though she remained a little shaky. Shaky in the best way.
Her head lifted from the pillow to glance down at him, eyes half glazed over with pleasure and adoration. "You're incredible, Steve. Perfect. Ten out of ten, no notes."
Claire had loosened her grip on his hair and arm in favor of resting her hands over his on her stomach. He looked pleased with himself, and deservedly so. It was a good look on him, too, making her chest tighten, her fondness for him only continuing to grow.
"Come kiss me?" She leaned up a little more, as if to shorten the distance he'd have to move in order to fulfil her request. Despite orgasming mere moments ago, she couldn't deny that she was almost ready to keep going.
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He obliged, but he took his time about it, sliding up her body with brushes of his lips against her soft skin the whole way. "No notes at all?" he teased as he moved. "I don't know if I believe that."
It felt good, though, to know he'd done that good a job of getting her off. To know that somehow in every scenario he'd imagined, he'd figured out all the right tricks.
Making his way to her lips, he kissed her slowly, his tongue sliding between her lips to tease hers. He wasn't a man known for his patience, but for Claire, he had all the time in the world.
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There was no fussing now, though, only obvious appreciation. Claire tilted her head up to meet his lips, parting them to allow the kiss to deepen. She brushed her tongue against his in turn, a hand lifting to cup his face.
No, she didn't mind the taste of herself on his lips, in fact it added to the arousal that lingered in her. Holding on gently, she slowly began to lie back, wanting to feel Steve's body over hers as they kissed. She liked that closeness and intimacy, the feeling of being small and secure in his arms.
Feeling safe might be a silly notion for someone like Claire, who was capable of withstanding so much. But she felt safe with Steve, and that meant a lot to her.
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He moved easily with her as she leaned back again, settling his weight against her, leaned on one elbow to keep from crushing her completely, not so much that she couldn't feel the press of him against her. That she wouldn't feel his renewed erection trapped between them.
Which he knew he should ignore, that he should do more with their night together than just keep living out his own fantasies. Knowing and doing were two very different things, though, and Steve couldn't have ignored his desire for her if he tried. He didn't want to.
She'd realize sooner or later that she could do better than him, and he was selfish enough to want to get every bit of her that he could before that.
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He obviously understood the dangers she faced, given that he faced many of them himself, and then some. But he also seemed just as careful with his feelings as she was with her own. They'd thought this over long and hard, and they'd talked it over together just as much. It wasn't something they were getting into lightly. They could trust each other.
Claire let her hands wander as his body leaned over hers, up his arms and shoulders, down his back. His erection was very obvious now, and she clearly didn't mind since she wasn't trying to push him away. Instead, she was kissing him with a renewed hunger, hips rolling up just a little to make her interest clear.
Sure, they could spend their first night together doing more than fucking like rabbits. But if it was so obviously what both of them wanted in the moment, why deny themselves? There was plenty more time for talking and all that other stuff when they were finally too worn out to do anything else.
She had to admit, it was fun seeing how long they could go. There weren't many who could keep up with her like this.
"I think we've got one more round in us, what do you say?" Claire nipped at his lip, fingertips tracing gently down his spine. She drew back just a little; eyes dark, smile warm.
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Not with this, anyway.
Especially not when she was pulling his lip between her teeth and smiling up at him like that, wiggling beneath him in that way that promised exactly what he wanted, what he craved every second they were together but all the more strongly tonight. All the more fiercely because she seemed to be as eager and anxious to push the limits of what they could give and take as he was.
“Oh yeah.” It was an easy agreement that came with an even easier smile before he sank in to kiss her again, slow and deep. The smile was still in place as he pulled back again, nose brushing against hers. “At least one more.”
Should dos hardly seemed important when what they both wanted felt so good.
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