[ it's one of those strange out-of-body experiences, she thinks. she knows he's going to come and she knows it's going to be in her mouth and she knows, too, that it's not going to be the most enjoyable sensation in the world — but at the same time, there's absolutely no other endpoint to this that she's willing to consider. this is something she's giving him, fullstop, end of discussion.
so she doesn't move away or stop or slow down. she lets him ride out the course of all those sensations until she has no choice but to swallow one more time, idly aware of the length of him as he pulls back, breathless and panting and legs wobbly beneath him; it's only then that daisy leans backwards, the back of her hand brushing against her lips, and peers up at him. ]
Hi.
[ and then, once more for good measure, she winks again. ]
Stop winking at me, you asshole. [ and forgive him, he's just going to finally lay down on the bed and try to catch his breath. that had been unexpected but in the best possible way. now though, he needs to be off his feet and not doing a damn thing other than laying there, breathing hard and trying to clear his fuzzy head.
he's quiet for a few moments, one hand across his stomach before he peers down at her, eyes glassy but relaxed for once in his life. ]
Come up here. [ he gestures her closer with his hand before scooting back against the pillows and sighing. ] You didn't have to do that, you know.
[ she could be offended that he'd chosen to call her a rude name, but she's feeling a little too smug about the whole thing to really be bothered. especially not when he's beckoning her up to join him. that, she's more than willing to do, climbing up in order to sink down next to him, her body pressed snug against his side so that her arm can drape against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. ]
I know. [ soft, reassuring; her mouth brushes a ghost of a kiss against his skin. ] I wanted to.
[ had that not been obvious? he'd enjoyed it a lot. he wasn't going to be able to walk around for a little while which would just be more evidence of how much he'd enjoyed it. ]
[ that was what they'd agreed on, wasn't it? that the lines in the sand they'd both drawn between them, those boundaries they'd set up to keep themselves safe and sane and secure — they'd been washed away, stepped over, disregarded. that even though it was stupid and reckless and dangerous to have emotional connections and loyalties beyond the cartel as a whole, this was what they wanted.
so she repeats it again, soft and sure and sweet. ] You have me, Marcos.
[ and if he listens, he might catch the hint of a warning in it. so be careful, not spoken out loud. whether she means with her or with himself is up for debate. maybe it's both. ]
[ talk about dumb decisions. allowing himself to feel like this again for someone took the cake. but, he doesn't regret it. he doesn't regret it because it makes him feel like he's a person that's worth a little more than what his hands can do to someone. it makes him feel like he's more than just some foot soldier.
her words are simple but affecting. he doesn't say anything back but he nods slightly and turns to press a firm kiss against her forehead, trying to communicate his own thoughts with actions. you have me too coupled with i'll do my best..
the last time he'd done something like this, he'd been the one hurt, left picking up the pieces before moving on.
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so she doesn't move away or stop or slow down. she lets him ride out the course of all those sensations until she has no choice but to swallow one more time, idly aware of the length of him as he pulls back, breathless and panting and legs wobbly beneath him; it's only then that daisy leans backwards, the back of her hand brushing against her lips, and peers up at him. ]
Hi.
[ and then, once more for good measure, she winks again. ]
i'm honored
he's quiet for a few moments, one hand across his stomach before he peers down at her, eyes glassy but relaxed for once in his life. ]
Come up here. [ he gestures her closer with his hand before scooting back against the pillows and sighing. ] You didn't have to do that, you know.
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I know. [ soft, reassuring; her mouth brushes a ghost of a kiss against his skin. ] I wanted to.
[ a beat. ]
Don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it.
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[ had that not been obvious? he'd enjoyed it a lot. he wasn't going to be able to walk around for a little while which would just be more evidence of how much he'd enjoyed it. ]
I can't even lie about it. I enjoyed it.
[ you're good at that. ]
I enjoy you.
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[ that was what they'd agreed on, wasn't it? that the lines in the sand they'd both drawn between them, those boundaries they'd set up to keep themselves safe and sane and secure — they'd been washed away, stepped over, disregarded. that even though it was stupid and reckless and dangerous to have emotional connections and loyalties beyond the cartel as a whole, this was what they wanted.
so she repeats it again, soft and sure and sweet. ] You have me, Marcos.
[ and if he listens, he might catch the hint of a warning in it. so be careful, not spoken out loud. whether she means with her or with himself is up for debate. maybe it's both. ]
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her words are simple but affecting. he doesn't say anything back but he nods slightly and turns to press a firm kiss against her forehead, trying to communicate his own thoughts with actions. you have me too coupled with i'll do my best..
the last time he'd done something like this, he'd been the one hurt, left picking up the pieces before moving on.
hopefully that wouldn't happen this time. ]