[ it's easy to tell when she's done talking and honestly, he's done too. there have been apologies and atonement, whispers of love and affection but they're wasting time with words when he knows soon enough that he's going to have to leave. not permanently but he still doesn't know what tomorrow holds. but, there's nothing he can do about that now so he puts it aside. he closes that door in his head and focuses just on her.
when he needs to take a breath, he pulls his mouth from hers and presses it against her neck, moving down once again but deciding he wasn't going to just stop and start talking like the last time he'd gotten started this way.
this time, he actually gets down to her chest and presses his ear against her heart for the briefest of moments before kissing the spot and going lower still. ]
[ he pulls away and, for the briefest of moments, daisy has to fight the urge to keep him in place, to keep his face close to hers so she can feel his breath against her face, to keep her hands cupping around his jaw to feel his heartbeat against her fingertips. but she lets him slide down, her hands sliding through his hair and then lifting to bury themselves in the pillows above her, her eyes falling shut as she feels without seeing him slide down to her belly.
it doesn't seem fair, somehow, that he's been so focused on her when all she wants is to be close to him, but if he's going to make things happen... well, she can't exactly complain.
better to let her body do the talking, then. better to let her body move by instinct and muscle memory alone, back arching up to greet him as his mouth skims from her chest to her sternum and then lower still, ever closer to the band of her shorts and where she wants him the most. ]
[ from the way she's moving and the sounds she's making, he knows it has to be but marcos wants to check anyway. maybe he's forgotten how to read her in the time they've been apart. maybe she wants him to do something else. maybe there's a lot of things going on and while he doesn't want to talk and get them on a tangent, he has to ask even as he hooks his fingers into the waist of her shorts and smiles up at her. ]
Can I? [ please? ] Or do you want to do something else?
[ anything. just let him stay the night and the morning and forever. ]
[ his fingers hook into her shorts and he stops and the combination of wanting and sudden denial hit her like a train full of bricks. it's really only how sincere and pleading his smile is that softens daisy's irritation; instead of hissing out a demand, she exhales, pushing herself up on her elbows in order to look down at him without craning her neck. ]
Yes, Marcos. [ yes to this, yes to all of it. informed, exceedingly enthusiastic consent. ] Please.
[ hands in her pants, mouth on hers, or just curled up next to each other watching reruns. it doesn't matter to her as long as it's with him. if this isn't what he wants — not that she thinks he doesn't, but just in case — they don't have to.
but she hopes he wants to, because she does. badly. ]
[ then, he was going to touch her. he was going to touch her until she came apart and could only lay there and smile at him he was going to touch her until the sun came up and then hopefully even beyond that
once he divests her of her shorts and he's got her blissfully naked, he starts kissing a line up one of her legs until he gets to her thigh. he noses against the soft skin there, breathing her in and then licks until his mouth's on her inner thigh and move himself between her legs, peering up at her s he does. ]
I'll touch you, then. [ he bends his head and does just that, slowly licking at exactly where she wants him to be. ]
God, you're such a tease, [ groaned out as her body goes flat against the bed again, head rolling back to expose the column of her throat to the air above. it's not a complaint, not even slightly, but just the truth of the matter. when she's begging him to touch her, his mouth gently teasing the softest sensations is not the immediate satisfaction she's begging for.
this is not bad, though. it's — well. marcos has always been incredible, as if his superpower was knowing exactly what and how and when to touch in order to pull exactly the kind of reactions he wanted from her, and this is no exception. with each pass of his tongue, daisy's breaths grow shallower, exhales harder out her mouth as she strains not to wriggle under his light touch, her hands splaying out over the sheets to grab at them every so often in an attempt to avoid reaching down and tugging at his head.
she wants more, but she doesn't want him to stop what he's doing either. a torturous, teasing, enjoyable experience. ]
Has it been so long that you've forgotten that? [ he could be an absolute tease when he wants to be. sometimes, he'd just wanted to prolong their time together and teasing her until he eventually let her get off was one way to do that. and she'd never complained especially when she'd figured out what she was doing and why he was doing it.
ands he doesn't seem to be too against what he's doing now. yes, she's calling him names but that's par for the course. she was a frequent name caller (in jest) when they'd been together before so he has no reason to think it's changed.
still, he's not going to be a tease forever. in fact, he nudges her legs a little further apart to give himself more room and then drops a kiss against her stomach before dropping lower again. this time, when he licks her, it's not her thighs, it's where she'd probably been hoping he'd start in the first place.
A day is too long, [ retorted back in a brief moment of pause, though she regrets the tease as soon as his mouth touches back down. this time, it's a slow trickle of electricity up her spine, a shiver of delight as his tongue flattens against her, warm and encouraging and practiced. he knows exactly what he's doing, and she knows it. ]
I — god, I can't think when you do this.
[ which is probably the point. it had been a particular favorite pastime of his, a way to gently bring her from stress and tension and frustration down to somewhere much more relaxed; she'd lay here and let him touch her with his hands and his mouth until she was unable to think about anything but the sensation of his skin on hers, and everything she wanted that came with it.
she has a feeling he's going to drag it out tonight as well... and somehow, she can't really find it in herself to be mad about it. ]
Do you need to think right now? [ there's a bit of a respite but he can't resist that quip. he's pretty sure they did all their thinking and fighting and arguing earlier when he'd first showed up. there were agreements now, both spoken and unspoken, about what would come next so he doesn't think she needs to use her brain anymore. ]
Because I can stop. [ he wasn't going to stop. he was already lowering his head, moving back and resuming the ministrations with his tongue and lips that he'd been doing before she'd made her comment that just had to be responded to.
guess she wasn't going to be thinking much more tonight. ]
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when he needs to take a breath, he pulls his mouth from hers and presses it against her neck, moving down once again but deciding he wasn't going to just stop and start talking like the last time he'd gotten started this way.
this time, he actually gets down to her chest and presses his ear against her heart for the briefest of moments before kissing the spot and going lower still. ]
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it doesn't seem fair, somehow, that he's been so focused on her when all she wants is to be close to him, but if he's going to make things happen... well, she can't exactly complain.
better to let her body do the talking, then. better to let her body move by instinct and muscle memory alone, back arching up to greet him as his mouth skims from her chest to her sternum and then lower still, ever closer to the band of her shorts and where she wants him the most. ]
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[ from the way she's moving and the sounds she's making, he knows it has to be but marcos wants to check anyway. maybe he's forgotten how to read her in the time they've been apart. maybe she wants him to do something else. maybe there's a lot of things going on and while he doesn't want to talk and get them on a tangent, he has to ask even as he hooks his fingers into the waist of her shorts and smiles up at her. ]
Can I? [ please? ] Or do you want to do something else?
[ anything. just let him stay the night and the morning and forever. ]
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Yes, Marcos. [ yes to this, yes to all of it. informed, exceedingly enthusiastic consent. ] Please.
[ hands in her pants, mouth on hers, or just curled up next to each other watching reruns. it doesn't matter to her as long as it's with him. if this isn't what he wants — not that she thinks he doesn't, but just in case — they don't have to.
but she hopes he wants to, because she does. badly. ]
I want you to touch me.
[ so... do that. please? ]
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[ then, he was going to touch her. he was going to touch her until she came apart and could only lay there and smile at him he was going to touch her until the sun came up and then hopefully even beyond that
once he divests her of her shorts and he's got her blissfully naked, he starts kissing a line up one of her legs until he gets to her thigh. he noses against the soft skin there, breathing her in and then licks until his mouth's on her inner thigh and move himself between her legs, peering up at her s he does. ]
I'll touch you, then. [ he bends his head and does just that, slowly licking at exactly where she wants him to be. ]
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this is not bad, though. it's — well. marcos has always been incredible, as if his superpower was knowing exactly what and how and when to touch in order to pull exactly the kind of reactions he wanted from her, and this is no exception. with each pass of his tongue, daisy's breaths grow shallower, exhales harder out her mouth as she strains not to wriggle under his light touch, her hands splaying out over the sheets to grab at them every so often in an attempt to avoid reaching down and tugging at his head.
she wants more, but she doesn't want him to stop what he's doing either. a torturous, teasing, enjoyable experience. ]
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ands he doesn't seem to be too against what he's doing now. yes, she's calling him names but that's par for the course. she was a frequent name caller (in jest) when they'd been together before so he has no reason to think it's changed.
still, he's not going to be a tease forever. in fact, he nudges her legs a little further apart to give himself more room and then drops a kiss against her stomach before dropping lower again. this time, when he licks her, it's not her thighs, it's where she'd probably been hoping he'd start in the first place.
see, he'd gotten there. ]
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I — god, I can't think when you do this.
[ which is probably the point. it had been a particular favorite pastime of his, a way to gently bring her from stress and tension and frustration down to somewhere much more relaxed; she'd lay here and let him touch her with his hands and his mouth until she was unable to think about anything but the sensation of his skin on hers, and everything she wanted that came with it.
she has a feeling he's going to drag it out tonight as well... and somehow, she can't really find it in herself to be mad about it. ]
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Because I can stop. [ he wasn't going to stop. he was already lowering his head, moving back and resuming the ministrations with his tongue and lips that he'd been doing before she'd made her comment that just had to be responded to.
guess she wasn't going to be thinking much more tonight. ]