[ It's slow and lazy when they finally come together, and she hadn't even been able to finish dressing from her shower by the time she'd glanced up to see Kurt standing there, sweatpants a size or two too big and sinking down the slender angles of his hipbones; her still-damp hair spans out across the pillow beneath her head and the hem of Frank's borrowed flannel is rucked up over her waist now, panties long since discarded over the side of the bed as she lazily rocks her hips against the slide of Kurt's tongue and breathes a sigh.
She can smell the faint hint of coffee brewing fresh downstairs and wonders if Frank will start to notice that they've taken their sweet time in coming downstairs, wonders if she'll hear the creak of heavy footfalls on the old stairs leading back up to the bedroom, the quiet slurp of lips against the rim of his favorite mug as he nudges open the door to find them both still in here, Kurt gently situated between the spread of her legs and licking at her until she whimpers.
But her attention isn't torn between two points; instead, she's only dimly considering that possibility of his return as her gaze drifts down the length of her own body to find Kurt's half-lidded gaze glinting up at her, and her teeth snag a brief hold in her bottom lip, trying and failing to curb her grin. ]
Gotta work around those, huh? [ She's talking about the fangs, those gentle pinpricks against her skin which honestly only do more for her as her hips lightly twitch into the slow circling of his thumb over her. ]
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She can smell the faint hint of coffee brewing fresh downstairs and wonders if Frank will start to notice that they've taken their sweet time in coming downstairs, wonders if she'll hear the creak of heavy footfalls on the old stairs leading back up to the bedroom, the quiet slurp of lips against the rim of his favorite mug as he nudges open the door to find them both still in here, Kurt gently situated between the spread of her legs and licking at her until she whimpers.
But her attention isn't torn between two points; instead, she's only dimly considering that possibility of his return as her gaze drifts down the length of her own body to find Kurt's half-lidded gaze glinting up at her, and her teeth snag a brief hold in her bottom lip, trying and failing to curb her grin. ]
Gotta work around those, huh? [ She's talking about the fangs, those gentle pinpricks against her skin which honestly only do more for her as her hips lightly twitch into the slow circling of his thumb over her. ]