She rolls against him just right, just like she's been made to fit there, and Dean washes hot all over, toes curling in his boots. He hears the thunk of her own behind him, and knows instinctively that he'll never get that far. He wants her too much, too badly, but hell. Won't be the first time he's fucked with his boots on.
It's a filthy thought, but it seems to match everything about this day - the dank and dark of Rapture, the bodies they've left behind, all the unspeakable things he wants to do to the woman wrapped around his waist. He feels a sudden need to make up for it, make it good, but he thinks he'll settle for making her scream.
Peeling her hands from him, Dean wraps her fingers around the support rail of the bathysphere, drops her legs from his waist and then drops himself to his knees. Catching her waist in his hands, Dean nuzzles at the soft skin of her belly, deft fingers pulling those little shorts she wears open and down. "Definitely not stopping," he breathes hot against her, sealing his mouth over where she's already wet through her underwear.
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Date: 2011-08-23 02:29 am (UTC)It's a filthy thought, but it seems to match everything about this day - the dank and dark of Rapture, the bodies they've left behind, all the unspeakable things he wants to do to the woman wrapped around his waist. He feels a sudden need to make up for it, make it good, but he thinks he'll settle for making her scream.
Peeling her hands from him, Dean wraps her fingers around the support rail of the bathysphere, drops her legs from his waist and then drops himself to his knees. Catching her waist in his hands, Dean nuzzles at the soft skin of her belly, deft fingers pulling those little shorts she wears open and down. "Definitely not stopping," he breathes hot against her, sealing his mouth over where she's already wet through her underwear.