There would be fingerprint bruises on her hips by the end of this, she knew, but Merlin's Beard were they worth it. The change of position caused Fallon to see stars, an incoherent mess of moans and obscenities spewing from her lips. His fingers felt great, his mouth even better, but this — this was her favorite by far.

She was bent nearly in half, her hips cramping at the new angle but not enough for her to push for a change in position. The muffled groan from him undid her, a heavy wave of pleasure crashing over her like a tsunami. Her nails curled into his skin, her legs locked with tension against his bare chest.

  

Jesse was pretty sure he'd never tire is hearing what came out of her mouth when things really got going. The fact that Miss Skovgaard might be home crossed his mind for a millisecond, but there was nothing to be done about it now. It would be over soon anyway.

Speaking of— he felt her body hit that indescribable high, muscles tightening, nails digging into his skin, the release he knew he was nearing himself. His hands slid up her thighs, locking her against him as the rush to the end overcame him. The sprint to the finish saw one last increase in pace, a desperate race to reach that same high as he too felt the satisfaction of the climax.

Limbs loose and heavy now, he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped, though his mouth was dry. He ran his hands over her body once more, ending with his hands on her legs as he looked down at her with a bit of a smirk. Gently he pulled her legs from his shoulders and backed away, guiding her gently to her side so she could relax for a minute. "Enjoy yourself, did you?" He teased lightly as he moved to get something to clean up with it if his bag.

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Fallon laid in a sprawled heap on her bed as she attempted to catch her breath. Her throat was dry from the rush of activities, her limbs woobly like jelly. Despite knowing she probably looked as wrecked as she felt, Fallon made no moves to stand or hide her body from him. Moving required thinking, and, as she had hoped for going into it, her brain was liquified.

Jess walked away, likely to dress again, and she ran a hand over her wild locks. "Smug bastard," she called back just as teasingly. He had every right to be smug, but arrogance was never a good look for anyone. "I didn't hear you complaining."

  

Tugging on his pajama bottoms, he let them hang loosely on his hips as he took a moment to survey her on the bed. Jess decided he definitely liked what he saw and the smug smile only grew when she called him on it. "Zero complaints," He assured her as he moved to flop on the bed beside her once more. The exertion and subsequent fall from all of the activity were sitting heavily in his limbs and he could go for both a drink and a solid night's sleep.

"Quite enjoyed myself." He added with a deep, contented sigh. Not to mention this time hadn't been an emotionally fueled uncertainty. That was a nice plus. "Would I get in trouble if I went searching for a drink?" He chuckled, thinking anything would do, but the last thing he wanted was for any awkward run-ins with Miss Skovgaard at this time of night, in this state of dress, after such wild activities.

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