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Cherry Flavored Kisses	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 1719 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Cherry Flavored Kisses
- 1
The soft, yet ear-splitting creak of the front door caught her attention, combined with the light jingling of a bell said without a doubt that yet another customer was coming in. She had told herself multiple times to get someone to come in and fix that door before it drove her crazy but no one in this town seemed capable of doing such a simple task; she was one more failed call away from trying her own hand at it, even if it did pose the risk of ruining her nails. The creaking itself seemed to be the only thing holding her back from having a near perfect tavern... not that many of her patrons seemed to care much for it; as long as the drinks were fresh and cold to the tongue, they were easy to keep happy and easy to keep coming back as well. Still... she wasn't going to stand for it much longer.

Fingers gently set aside the white glass she had been tending to for the past few minutes or so, determined to get rid of that last smudge on the bottom; reaching up, she hooked it onto the near full rack above her, completing the last of the dishes that needed to be cleaned for the night.

"Sorry boys, I closed down early today." she called without looking up as she moved to drape the bar rag onto the rack just the same. "You can get a drink at noon tomorrow when I open the doors again."

"What if I'm not looking for a drink?"

The remark caught her off-guard for a moment before she slowly turned around to face this rather bold figure, seeking out an answer for his returned question. A soft gasp escaped her red lips as her eyes landed on the entering body, taken mostly by surprised at how he was already standing on the other side of the counter behind her. She chuckled lightly at her own surprised reaction, complimenting herself for being far too easy to startle sometimes, before she turned her attention to the new man. "Well then... you may have came to the wrong place in town." she answered, moving to cross her arms over the recently polished countertops; mimicking how his own arms were crossed just a few short inches from hers. "I can't really offer much aside from a bitter drink or two, but I'll try to accommodate you... General."

It was his turn to chuckle for a brief moment at her rather exotic response. He was sure she didn't mean much by it- well actually, she probably did just for a short shock value. It was impossible to ignore how she ran the rather large tavern with her good looks and beautiful charm; most of the patrons were eager to listen to her whenever she spared a flirt or two in their direction. Occasionally though, a few of the half-drunk patrons would take the harmless words too far and, if he was present, he didn't hesitate to intervene. He wasn't a regular though, at least not in the sense of getting a drink, but more so in collecting soldiers from the Royal Knights- not naming anyone specific; hence why he was usually concerned for what happened when he wasn't around to punch out a patron or two. She always just laughed it off and said that all it took was a quick spark of fire and they quickly backed off.

And he had no doubts about that.

"I'm actually kind of glad you brought that up because Lucia said that she put in an order for a bottle of your finest wine."

"She did, almost two weeks ago." she remarked, giving a light click of her tongue. "I mean, it took almost a week for the bottle to get here from my supplier, but why wait so long to pick it up? And why at such a late hour?"

"Because... I just remembered to pick it up after she hassled me about it."

Another chuckle escaped her as she moved to place her hands on the edge of the counter and pushed herself back for a moment. "That sounds about right."

He watched as she moved along the back of the bar, searching the massive shelf of oddly colored bottles for the correct one; he noticed the way she seemed to drag her fingertips along the curved surfaces before she lightly tapped the one she was looking for. While he tried not to make a habit of it, it was near impossible to not notice how her dress conformed around the gentle curves of her body, showing off the slenderness of her form. When she reached up to retrieve the bottle, the long slit up her left leg became more apparent when she stepped out to shift her balance; showing off the gracious curves that seemed to fall in all the right areas.

She always liked to brag about her World-class skills and looks... and it was difficult to try and argue with them.

"I have to admit that it's a good brand, and a very excellent year might I add." she started as she pulled the bottle down from where it had been sitting for the past week or so. She added in a little extra swing in her hips as she settled back on her heels and eventually turned around to face him once more; taking note of how he quickly pulled his eyes back up. "She has good tastes."

"I think Bastian might've gotten her hooked on it."

"Well... I suppose that's of no surprise to either of us then." she chuckled, carrying herself back over to where he was still standing. Setting the bottle down between them, she kept one hand around the thin neck of the glass before she leaned against the counter once more. "I don't offer this to all my customers, but I do have an extra bottle of this brand sitting around, do you have time for a few glasses?"

Oh sweet Goddess, that was a tempting offer.

"I really would love to, but I gave up drinking at the start of this year."

"Is that why you haven't been around in awhile?"

A brief chuckle escaped him. "Unfortunately so, I usually just drop in to bring the others back but that's about it. Can't say that I really have any other reason to drop by."

She gave off the impression of a false wince and moved one hand to press against the flat of her chest. "I never knew you were capable of making such cruel remarks, General. And here I was thinking I was actually making some progress with you."

"Wait, that's not what I meant-"

"No, that's quite alright." she interrupted as she pushed herself away from the counter again. "I suppose I should be accustomed to your type at this point anyways."

"Oh come on, no need to be so dramatic." he started, pushing himself away just the same. "You know what I meant to say."

She only toyed with him still and moved to cross her arms over her chest. "It‘s fine, this isn't the first time I've been rejected before. I am a modest woman though and I will come out of this with my pride still together."

He could only shake his head at her before he moved down the length of the polished counter, eventually pushing aside the small swinging door on the far end that gave him access to the other side.

"Hey, you're not allowed to be back here." she teased, taking a few steps back as he started towards her. "First you trespass into my tavern, then you reject my offer and insult me and now you're not even listening to me. Ugh, you're such a monster."

Shaking his head at her extravagant play, he somehow managed to get her to trap herself into a corner before he moved to rest his hands against the counter edge once more; pinning her slightly in between himself and the polished wood. "Are you done now?"

"I could probably drag it out for a few more minutes honestly- but I suppose for your sake-" her words remained unfinished as he dipped in and brushed his lips to her own; holding the moment for only a few brief seconds before he moved in to seal the space between them completely.

His lips were always a little rough when compared to her own and yet, despite the easy differences, she enjoyed the brief amount of conflict that came with the contact.

This kind of situation wasn't anything new to them... they more times than not rolled around in the sheets when the nights were still young and nothing was going on. It had taken months of flirting and teasing to get his attention and since then, he showed no signs of letting her go. When the Mad King's War ended and things settled out for a bit, they found the exhilaration in sneaking around together to be addicting; she supposed they never really had a reason to hide this relationship but... then things got complicated and the country started to fall apart and it was just easier to not be a topic of discussion. When the war between Begnion and Daein took over, eventually dragging Crimea into the mess of it as well, they made the decision to put this 'relationship' on the back burner... hopefully to avoid any kind of personal involvement; not to mention, they needed to keep their focus on getting through battle after battle after battle again.

He had also shared his concerns that getting involved with a member of his own regiment would cause problems further down the road... so for that brief while, everything was set aside for a later time.

The war had been over for six months now though and they had almost immediately picked up right where they left off- although she still intended on making up for lost time.

After a long day of working and smelling like liquor, she gave in easily to his influences and felt the soft caress of his tongue against her own; he always had his way of knocking her breathless with that first embrace. Fingers moved to tangle lightly in the rolled material of his sleeves, lightly tugging on them as she leaned in towards him. She let him carry the motions and felt the careful ways his tongue moved with hers, stroking and guiding her along until it felt like they were moving in perfect sync.

But he broke away from her just as soon as she found herself lost in the motion.

"Can we overlook this whole matter now?" he questioned.

"I don't know..." she started, hands moving up to curl into the soft material that hugged his biceps. "You really hurt my feelings with that remark, but... you're wearing your best uniform. I'm at odds with myself."

She really was a full act... but that was just another one of those traits that made her so appealing. "What if I tried to curb your decision more so into my favor?"

"Do elaborate."

His lips touched at her own once more but before she could even stop to fully enjoy the embrace, he pulled away from her for a second time. He brushed against the corner of her lips, gradually working his way to the curve of her jaw next before he moved in against her partly shielded neck; they were light, fleeting touches that gave enough to be noticed but left behind more that was needed. Fingers continued to curl into his shirt as he seemed content with merely teasing her, edging her closer to his goal. He had his own way of... persuasion and she was always more than willing to agree to his ideas after a few creative sessions.

Careful hands moved to cradle her hips for a moment, letting the soft curves settle and fill his palms; his lips balanced against the dip of her right shoulder now. A quiet hum seemed to lift from her throat at his slow movement before the slow curl of his fingers moving underneath the hem of her blouse almost caught her with a soft grin. Pressing up the thin material of her blouse, he brushed his warm palms against her abdomen; feeling just the briefest tremble that came as a result.

She felt the way he pushed her against the counter edge behind her as he moved to carefully bundle her blouse up further; exposing more and more of her bare skin to the warm atmosphere around them. The material bunched around his hands as he peeled the fabric away from her ribcage and pressed it lightly against her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the flat of his thumbs dip down and slowly caress the lower curve of her breasts, forcing another chill to tremble beneath her skin.

His lips pressed against her neck once more as he finally drew the vibrant cloth away and brought it to the flat of her sternum. Her skin was slightly flushed even from the mild activity and she had little doubts that her lightly-tanned nipples were still soft.

"We really shouldn't... at the counter, I mean..." she started, the words briefly, if not noticeably, stammered on her lips. She guessed with all the sneaking around that had been done before, she was just so used to them being a bit more... private with their sessions. Although she supposed that one time they did it in his office kind of broke that mold- especially since Marcia almost walked in on them.

He brought himself to the curve of her jaw once more before his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. And when he spoke, she could feel the heat of his breath curl lightly across her skin. "Shh, I locked the door behind me..."

A light chuckle caught itself on her bright lips before she moved her arms and allowed for him to completely dispose of the blouse. "I guess this will make up for that mess we made in your office..." she mused before she watched as he tossed the material aside. "Hey, be careful with that, I don't want it to wrinkle."

The brush of his hands against her bare back seemed to shift her attention away from the crumpled blouse, although his lips moving across her skin once more did a better job. It was a mere brush against the flat of her sternum, allowing for him to tease her with the briefest touch of his tongue. She was almost more intrigued by the small tracing of his fingers against her back, curious of the small shapes he seemed to draw along her spine and down to her waist. He paused momentarily before he pulled himself away from her skin; she didn't get the chance to question him for it before she felt his hands tighten slightly around her hips now. In a small, yet effortless motion, he lifted her off her feet and settled her more comfortably on the counter behind.

Again, it was his mouth against her neck, feeling the throbbing of her heartbeat against his lips; she was almost certain he could probably taste it as well. It was the space beneath her jaw, down the curve of her neck, pausing briefly at the dip of her shoulder, teasing the shape of her collarbone beneath the skin. Manicured nails moved against his shoulders, curling into the folds of his tunic as she felt her back arch just the slightest at his method.

Teeth bore into her lower lip for a moment at the touch of his lips slowly moving to take in her left nipple; the motion failed though as a careful moan managed to escape regardless.

"Ah..."

Hands cradled different portions of her back as he continued to move the half-erected perk. It was the warm combination of his tongue and lips against her skin; the slightest brush of his teeth over the sensitive tissue that grew tighter with every stroke. She felt the circular pattern that pressed up against her spine, following the soft grooves that were barely noticeable beneath his fingertips. Fingers curled against the back of her neck, gently easing her forward and in towards him.

Her back arched forward once more at the tingling sensations that settled in the tips of her own fingers, that same feeling able to mimic itself further down into a more private area. She leaned down and lightly managed to catch the outer curve of his ear between her teeth; listening to the almost playful groan he released. He released her hardened mammary for the moment and moved to take her lips next. She was ready to greet him this time and eagerly let her tongue sink into his mouth, almost willing to let it seek out his throat. Her sudden excitement seemed to amuse him and she felt his other hand move to cup part of her jaw; his fingers disappearing into her loosely, tied back locks.

Even after the years of countless embraces and wicked sessions, she never got tired of how his lips felt against her own; the taste of his tongue, warmth of his mouth... every little inch that seemed perfectly in tune with her own. Fingers dug into his own jaw as she pulled him in towards her, partly tilting his head back with the motion; giving her the open opportunity to seek out however much she wanted. He gave into her and seemed to toy with her, only letting her hear half of what she wanted; giving out only murmured groans and barely audible effects for her to enjoy. She knew he was only playing at her and it made her hate just a small portion of him.

"You're a tease, you know that?" she remarked, being the first to pull away this time.

"And that time in my office wasn't another one of your schemes?" he replied just as easily.

A light chuckle played on her lips once more as she moved to take him up into another brief kiss, skimming her lips over his own. "It was one of my greatest actually. You're welcome."

He shared with her in that moment and matched her chuckle with one of his own.

Fingers moved to brush through his hair, always enchanted by the way the blue strands seemed to fall seamlessly through her fingers. They were a little longer than they had been during the war, which he always remarked that he was going to get them cut soon enough despite her objections; she loved the unique shade of blue, the way they fell through her fingers and the fact that longer strands gave her something more to tangle in and pull on. Pulling him in, she felt his hands drop to cradle her hips all over again.

One arm moved to hook underneath her legs before he lifted them up; breaking the embrace, he forced her hips to slide back slightly as he brought her legs to rest on the counter surface as well. She followed his orders with ease, feeling how his lips brushed against her shoulder and kept to the warm flesh for the move. His palm moved to her abdomen and skimmed against her trembling muscles, slowly moving up along her body as fingers curled against her ribcage before they slowly eased her back.

The counter felt warm against her skin, maybe a little damp from when she had wiped it down at closing time. It was a little stiff and her body almost felt ill-fitted against it, but the brush of his fingers against her stomach once more made the details easy to forget. His lips touched against the open curve of her neck, feeling the soft vibrations of a low moan on the other side. The touch of fingertips over the low curve of her stomach left an almost cringing sensation that stirred and arched at her spine once more, a motion that didn't go without notice. He played over the waistband of her skirt and slowly moved over the thin material, following the shape of her body underneath it. Skin came back to contact against her upper thigh as the slit in her skirt fell aside, exposing a greater portion of her leg. Fingers followed the eager shape of the flesh, slowly curling themselves over the inner curves that stirred a greater reaction from her body; skin tightened briefly and she felt her nerves go wild at the touch. It was almost as if he loved to watch her squirm like this, encouraging him to take his time so he could continue this little game.

He pressed his palm against the shape of her thigh and slowly pressed it upward as the tip of his tongue toyed with the gracious flesh of her neck; moving to follow the tremor of her heartbeat. Fingers moved to trace the soft lace of her underwear and she felt a greater shudder rock her spine, almost vibrating every vertebra. And when they hooked over the thin waistband to slowly drag it away from her hips, stroking the soft material along the curves of her thighs, she thought she was going to lose it. He had more patience than she did, which usually lead to problems like this... her wanting him to simply go for it while he preferred to take his time and cause as much damage first.

His fingers were warm as they pressed against her. Fingers following the soft mold of flesh as they traced over the outer curves before they slid between her folds. She bit into her lip again at the almost graceful way he skimmed the exposed surface of her clit, following the shape of the aroused organ until he settled against it; fingers firmly pressed over the flesh, taking its form again and again as he let it fill the space between his index and thumb. His lips moved further up her neck, toying with the curve of her jaw as his fingers fell lower still. She felt her back give in to the slight arch, almost already tired of his elongated play as he merely skimmed about with his touches.

But it was the subtle shape of her clit that gave away to the rest, allowing for his fingers to brush against her smaller nub before they settled to tease her once more.

Her heels dug in slightly as he brushed against her, fingertips merely toying as they circled her entrance for the moment before slowly giving in. A loose moan seemed to drag itself from her chest as he pressed inside of her; his fingers making easy work of her outer muscles. His presence started a heated sensation in her lower stomach as he moved into her tight body, feeling the slight constriction that pressed against him. It was her warm fluids that surrounded him, smoothing out every motion as he entered her again and again. She let out a soft hiss at the subtle movements and shifted her hips, allowing for her legs to spread further apart. It was a heat that burned its way from the center of her legs and moved up to her stomach, making every movement of his fingers even more evident.

The flat of his thumb moved to stroke down her clit as he pressed into her form once more, forcing her heels harder against the counter; she was almost certain she was putting dents and carvings into the polished wood, but at this point she didn't really care. And when fingertips brushed against that soft crevice inside of her, she thought she might've broken the heel off her shoe instead.

One hand moved to tangle in his hair as she pulled him up towards her, crushing his lips against her own; her free hand hooking around the back of his neck. She turned slightly towards him and shifted her hips upward, bending her right leg to better articulate an arch. He took steady advantage of the position and felt the way it gave way to a better angle, allowing him press in deeper; stroking that same crevice as before. The moan in her chest seemed to vibrate in her throat and echo between their lips as he cupped his other hand against the back of her head; fingers tangling in her blonde strands once more, this time pulling them from their confined bindings.

It was the subtle motion of her thighs pressing back together, partly capturing his hand between them.

A light hum drifted from the back of his throat. "Tired already?"

"I want you to fuck me on this counter." the words left muffled between their lips but she was still certain they came from her tongue.

She was passive and he loved the way her tongue curled against his own, making him fight to get in another response. "That's not very lady like."

"Not an issue right now." she huffed slightly.

He pressed once more into that crevice, listening to the heavier moan that escaped her before he slowly removed his fingers. Hands moved to loosen the back of her skirt and pulled it off of her hips, freeing it down the curves of her thighs before he let it crumple to the floor below. Fingers took their time to skim the curve of her legs, feeling the full shape of her thighs in his hands, feeling the way they filled out his palms. She used to always brag about being flawless and with the way she was posed underneath him, it was hard to argue that. Her ample breasts gave in perfectly to her slender ribcage and abdomen before they gave shape to her narrow hips and long legs; her naval curved down in a perfect arch, ending in a small, soft tuff of blonde hair that curled between her thighs.

She felt the counter shift slightly as he joined her, hands carefully pulling himself up onto the same smooth surface. His lips brushed over hers once more, doing so to tease her it would seem before he dipped down to kiss the flat of her sternum. Fingers moved to run through his blue strands, pulling them away from his face before she tangled her other hand in the thick material of his tunic; bundling the material between her fingers before she slowly dragged it away from his skin. He knew exactly what she wanted and for once, decided to consent rather quickly to her demand. Pushing himself away from her for a moment, he tugged away at the dark fabric, pulling it over his shoulders before he let it fall aside.

A slight grin toyed with her lips as she moved her hands to press against the bare skin of his chest, letting her fingers follow the curves of the muscles that shaped his broad form. She was willing to admit that their first altercation was rather shallow on her own part, seeing as she was immediately attracted to him for his looks. But they had passed that stage now and grown beyond it, which meant she could still take pride in the way he looked without feeling shallow about it. Fingertips followed down the gracious curves of his chest and got lost in the broad shape of his abdomen; fingers wanting to follow every curve of every ab that was visible.

"Are you done yet?" he teased as he grabbed at her lips again.

"Don't rush." she chuckled against him as fingers dipped against the narrow shape of his waist, finding out the subtle lift of where his pelvic bones peeked over the waist of pants. She loved the way the thin material followed the shape of his thighs, allowing for her to press all the more eagerly against them. "I don't get to see this as often as I would like... I like to take my time."

She felt the slight hitch in his breath as she let her fingers run up the inside of his thighs; pressing small circles against the fabric. Fingers hooked over the waistband of his pants, her thumb unbuttoning them in one motion before she moved to loosen the zipper. She felt the slight way he pressed his hips forward at the touch as fingers slipped beneath the material; the warm embrace of flesh drew a long groan from the back of his throat that vibrated against her lips. Pushing the tight material from his waist, she moved to stroke her fingers against his hardened flesh; slowly brushing her fingertips from the base up to his rounded tip and back again. She could feel the shudder leave him, breaking his breath against her lips.

"You going to ask me if I'm done yet now?" she remarked, brushing her palm over the flesh once more. "Or you want me to continue on a little longer?"

"Depends on if you want me to fuck you on this counter..." he whispered briefly. "Because I really want to now."

Her teeth brushed against his lower lip before she pulled him in against her. "That's not very gentlemen-like."

"Does that bother you?"

Fingers pushed away at his pants, sliding them further down his legs. "Not in the least bit, now take them off."

He seemed more willing to do so, not just because she demanded it, but probably more for his own relief as well and she watched with eagerness as he moved himself back; hands moving to slowly discard the remaining pieces of his uniform. She loved the slight show he put on for her but enjoyed the sound of every article hitting the floor even more. Goddess, she loved that body even more, every muscular curve in his strong legs, the single tone of his hips and- ah well, maybe that next part was a given.

One leg moved to brush against his hip, her toes lightly running against the back of his thigh.

It was his lips against her own first before the rest of his body followed; the warmth of his chest pressing down on her own left a sensation that couldn't be described and she wondered if he could feel the beating of her heart against his sternum. His hips filled the empty space between her thighs before she gladly hooked them against his waist; fingers moved to trace the curve of his jawline as she arched her hips up towards him. He brushed just the tip of himself against her, feeling the way her folds gave in beneath the light pressure. She was almost certain she let out a soft squeal at the touch, feeling the slight tighten sensation that conquered her abdomen.

Her body gave in easily when he moved to enter her; her warm, inner muscles eager to give away at his presence. She could feel that aching moan vibrate at the back of her throat as he shifted his hips slightly as he moved, working steadily against her tight walls before he settled completely inside of her. The curve of her spine arched further as the seemingly simple motion seemed to spur all sorts of sensations throughout her body; numbing her fingertips as they dug slightly into his skin now. It was the separation of her folds and muscles around him, engulfing and surrounding his flesh. The slightest movement from either of them spurred a loose moan from their conjoined lips as it sent a heated collection through their nerves.

Fingers curled against the back of his neck as she broke the partial embrace to drag her lips to the curve of his throat instead; feeling the way it shook beneath her touch. His free hand moved to tangle in her loose locks as his other one remained on her hip, assisting in keeping her in place as he pulled back. She squeezed his waist at the motion, urging him back to her, a motion he quickly obliged to. He kept a steady rhythm at first, carefully keeping himself at a moderate pace to keep the two of them moving together. She appreciated his consideration, enjoying the steady thrusts that stroked her and toyed with her inner muscles; causing them to contract slightly with every movement. Every motion flowed into the next and in the moment, it felt like the time had stood still and held the both of them in it.

Her hips lifted to meet every thrust the second they began to pick up speed and force; his own hips driving between her thighs in accordance. It was a loose mixture of moans that echoed between them, sometimes it seemed like they were responding to one another, toying and teasing to see who could get the other louder. The open yet empty tavern around them went from having a sense of suffocating silence to being smothered with their own voices, their own little chorus of groans. She loved the husky vibration in the back of his throat, the low responses he gave to her when his own voice managed to break from his lips; sometimes it was like he purposely restrained himself just to annoy her, just to make her work harder for it... and it worked.

Shifting her legs, she moved to cross her ankles over his lower back, pressing her heels slightly into his skin; listening to the low groan that came in response to the harsh contact. But she could feel that slight grin on his lips when they moved to take hers once more; getting her lost in the strokes of his tongue and the taste of his mouth. Her hips arched upward again at the slightest brush of him against that sensitive crevice, flooding her sensations and nerves with an intoxicating drug. It made her almost light-headed and immediately addicted to the sudden, heated feelings that bore down and burned into her senses. She barely noticed the absence of his fingers against her hips, never minding the red sores that were left in their places. It was the subtle stroke of his fingers against her hardened clit once more, sending a blinding shudder down her spine that she swore rocked the overhanging rack above them.

With every moving thrusts, he bore down against her clit once more; taking it in his grasp as he followed over its simple shape again and again. She shifted her hips to try and dispel the sudden tightening in her abdomen, feeling the muscles contract and seemingly brace themselves against the continuous touches that swore to unravel her piece by piece. Nails bore into his skin just the same but she didn't think much on them, never knowing if they were burrowing too deeply into the back of his neck or not.

As he continued with his increasing rhythm, she moved with him and felt her back slide back and forth across the counter, almost glad she had conditioned it that morning. Her lower body felt like it was being compressed as he matched his rhythm with the stimulation of his fingers against her clit, getting her to draw closer to the sinking edge that seemed just within reach. He forced every moving thrust into that same crevice, almost taking pride in feeling her wither and moan beneath him; nails clawing at his skin and at the counter beneath them, her hips shaking against him as every counter thrust seemed to slow down now. Arching himself forward, he managed to shift his hips again and plunged into her once more, hitting that same place to get her to finally submit.

She felt her entire body arch before it seemed to lock in place, her lower abdomen and muscles finally contracting beneath the pressure. There was a shuddering feeling as though her stomach had melted in on itself before she felt that flush of warmth moving down against her legs. It was a slow recovery as her muscles eventually relaxed and gave in, loosening their previous hold and allowing her to regain control once more. It was a collection of heavy gasps that spilled from her lips before she felt him move to claim the loose pants; giving her just enough space to keep with the uneven pace while still maintaining contact between their tongues. Hands pulled loose from their hold on his skin and moved to cup his jaw, pulling him in against her for an airless embrace. It was the slower motion of his hips pulling loose before they went against her more relaxed muscles this time. A low groan pulled from her lips as she managed to tighten her legs around his waist once more, sliding them down to grasp more so to his hips now as they moved with every guiding thrust.

Her body was easier to give in to as the rushing climax left plenty of warm fluid between them, making every motion smoother than the last; her relaxed muscles took him in with ease but the heightened sense of her nerves left every thrust more vibrant this time around.

It didn't take long before she felt his hips buckle slightly, his own heated fluid flooding the space between her thighs once more.

It was that low, husky groan of his again, the same one that seemed to counteract the looser moan that escaped her at the warming sensation of his release.

Legs were slow to unhook themselves from his hips before they settled back against the polished counter, listening to the brief click of her heels at the contact.

A low chuckle moved from her lips as she pulled herself away from him, her teeth lightly grazing against his lower lip once more. "Hmmm, not as thrilling as your office but a little more satisfying." she mused, fingers loosely moving through his hanging strands.

"That's because there's no one here banging on the door and asking questions." he replied, as he moved to settle his hands against the counter; pushing open space between them. "But just think, every time someone sits over here and orders a drink, you can remember this."

"Wouldn't their experience be ruined if they knew." she remarked with another chuckle, feeling the flat of his fingertips move to brush aside the loose strands that stuck to her wet flesh. "What do you say... we get this mess cleaned up and disappear upstairs for a few more hours?"

He met her proposal with a short laugh of his own. "Not satisfying enough for you then? It never seems to be."

"I just want a bedmate for the rest of the night. Is that too difficult of a request, General?"

"No, not at all."
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