Hanna frankly had several more questions about Hudson's... bulge... but she was almost immediately distracted by Hudson settling between her legs. There was a pleasant almost-tickle when his lips brushed her thigh. "Yes," Hanna said. She liked kissing him, and she'd liked his hand, so it stood to reason that she would like this, too — and finally her almost-clinical thoughts were driven out by the feeling of Hudson's tongue between her legs. Her back arched. She just barely had the presence of mind to be embarrassed by the sounds she was starting to make, and pressed one hand to her mouth to muffle them.

She seemed to be climbing towards something, and she squirmed on the bed as she got closer to it, finally arching her back and screaming her release into her palm.

  

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Satisfied he'd finally distracted Hanna from her questions, Dean didn't pull out all of the stops, but followed her cues to the crest of the wave before pulling back. He hadn't anticipated getting quite so far this first night, so he hadn't thought through what to do with himself after all was said and done, but he could figure it out. He ran his hand down his stubble, followed by the collar of his shirt swiftly before he settled himself back next to Hanna on the bed.

Dean was careful to lay face down, leaning on his elbows as he looked at her with bemused gratification, even if he was slightly uncomfortable. It would fade, or it would take care of it himself after she left. "Better than kissing?" He teased lightly, pleased with himself at the very least.

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"Definitely better than kissing," Hanna said, with a light laugh. Clearly there was more to learn about this than she'd originally anticipated — she was glad that she had lessons from Mr. Hudson to occupy her while she was in the mourning period for her sister.

  

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