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[givesgoodglow]

He'd given her the keys and address so she'd gathered up her things from the seedy motel she'd been staying at and took a cab over. It was a nice place, Vic was apparently doing well for himself. They'd stayed in some fleatrap hell holes before, but this was nice.

Once inside she did a sweep, best way to learn her way around. There were two bedrooms so she dropped her bag off in the smaller one and toured the rest of the floor. When she saw the show she could have come right then. Deluxe fixtures, huge area, made sense since Vic was not a dainty guy, lush towels.... talk about upgrades.

Birdy stripped down at once and turned the water to almost as hot as it could go, in a couple minutes the room was hot and steamy and she stepped inside with a groan of pleasure. She planned on a nice long shower to soak away the aches and pains as well as the dirt.

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[oldmancreed]

It is, frankly, one of his smaller places, but they're too far from any of his cabins to really live it up. He arrives not to long after she does, having collected his own arms and belongings. He drops everything off in his room and then heads toward the bathroom.

He opens the door slowly, then settles against the door frame, arms crossed.

"You gonna be much longer?"

[givesgoodglow]

"Probably." Came the response, she was enjoying herself far too much to rush. "You can use the john if you need to. I jsut haven't had a real shower with real heat or pressure in so long that this feels amazing."

The steam smelled somehow faintly like soap but she'd learned long ago how sensitive he was to perfumes and such and had learned to live without the fancy smelling stuff. She had to have shampoo and soap of course, but they were as close to scent free as was possible to not overwhelm him in his own home.

Perhaps a bit on the cocky side she started to sing in the shower, as if his question was already forgotten.

[oldmancreed]

The lack of scent is appreciated.He has to put up with it on a regular basis so it's nice to have a break from it all. It also allows him to concentrate on her scent again.

"You been on your own too long, Bird."

He steps in further right up to the shower.

"Sure you don't need company?"

[givesgoodglow]

"Haven't we all?" He was a fine one to talk, though of the two of them he'd clearly done better for himself. She supposed that had to do with healing factors and teeth and claws and all that.

Birdy grinned and pressed a hand flat to the shower door to wipe away some steam, and there she was glistening and wet and so warm. She noted his clothes. "You're over dressed for this party."

[oldmancreed]

His smile broadens. "Can fix that easy enough." He says this as he pulls off his shirt, the coat having been left at the front door.

He'll happily continue. It's not that he hasn't been without a lady's company for very long, it's more that it's her. The only one who can give him what he needs and in such a pretty package, too.

[givesgoodglow]

Once he's disrobed she'll step back and make room for him. Sweeping all that mass of curly blond back out of her face . Her skin is pink from the heat of the shower and clean enough to eat off thanks to her scrubbing.

[oldmancreed]

He slips in behind her and gives her a good once over glance, before backing her up against the wall.

"Look at you, all wet and gorgeous."

Leaning in, he licks a strip up her neck.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

[givesgoodglow]

That bit about the scent of soap, yeH it picked up a hint of something else now. The tangy scent of fear mining with arousal. A scent he would well recall from their time together.

He knew her spots, his tongue would rasp over old scars, some from business, some from him. She pressed back to the shower wall and reached out to find purchase for her hands, one gripping his shoulder, the other the top of the showet's glass wall.

He asked and she answered. "I can think of all sorts of things. Many of them involve that fucking tongue of yours."

[oldmancreed]

He loves the smell of fear and arousal. From any woman, but to still get it from her pleases him. His hands come to rest on the slick skin of her hips as he gently bites where his tongue had just been.

"Yeah? Tell me some."

[givesgoodglow]

She shuddered but his grip on her and the wall at her back keep her steady for now. He always did like to make her talk... or cry out... or scream.. or beg.

"Ok, like how that big tongue feels on my nipples. Hard and raspy and then you'd suck on them and it hurts so good." His tongue was like sandpaper if he flattened it and he could make her squeal.

Did he want more? "Or when you ate my pussy like you were starving and I was a four course meal. I could feel your tongue inside me hitting my gspot." The memory made her knees weak and the hand on his shoulder moved between her legs to soothe the heat building there. "Still the only guy whoes made me cum so hard I squirt."

[oldmancreed]

Well, all that's just feeding his ego. Which it doesn't really need. He smiles against her neck and tightens his grip on her, claws digging slightly into her skin.

"You're gonna have to be a good girl to get all that," he grumbles at her ear. "I don't go down for just any reason."

But he totally might right now.

[givesgoodglow]

"Oh I can be good, I can be real good." She purred for him, pushing her body out toward him. She let go of the shower and took the soap in her hands, working up a slippery lather.

Her hands, yes it took them both, wrapped around him and stroked from base to tip in a slow, firm grip. "But I always thought you liked it better when I was bad." Birdy stroked again, and a third time with a twist.

[oldmancreed]

He groans, dropping his head to rest his forehead against hers. She is being a real good girl right now. For some reason, he hadn't expected her to be this forward, but he's not going to complain.

"Bad, good, it all works for me."

[givesgoodglow]

"I remember what works for you." And with those words whispered to him she started the glow. He'd feel it again like that warmth, only this time lacking the calming edge. It was all fingers coming through his brain, stroke at his pleasure center until it felt like she could hold all of his being in those slick hands.

"Still so big, so hard." She moaned and worked her hands more quickly over his length.

[oldmancreed]

It hits him like a truck. He'd forgotten how good she was, how amazing she can make him feel. He doesn't know how he could forget, but he has.

His knees are getting shaky and he grabs on to her again to steady himself. He makes an effort to jerk back against her hands, though it's a half-hearted attempt. Of course, thinking has become difficult, too.

"Fuck."

[givesgoodglow]

"Just breathe Boss, let me make you feel good." With her last word she spiked his endorphine production. Flooding his mind and body with pleasure. Using her own body to draw him closer to his orgasm. Not yet letting him top over the edge just yet.

"Going to make you cum so hard, I want to see you just explode."

[oldmancreed]

He takes her advice and tries to control his breathing, taking in measured breaths. It doesn't help when she increases the glow. He thinks he might almost fall over from it, but that would ruin everything and they can't have that.

"God, Bird. Give a man a chance to adapt."

[givesgoodglow]

"Do it then, go on." She licked along his neck. nipping at his jaw. "Cum for me." She could feel he was close, it would just take a spike...and there! She sen a spear of glow right down all the way to his toes.

[oldmancreed]

"Jesus..."

He'd have more to say, but he can't even remotely fight back against this and cums hard, dripping through her fingers. His groans loudly - her name once - then breathes heavily until the initial sensation is over.

"I'm supposed to be giving the orders here."

[givesgoodglow]

Birdy milked him of every last drop he had to give, the shower rinsing them both clean in the process.

She kissed his cheek and laughed softly. "Hey I know whose in charge, but you can't blame a girl for getting it while the getting is good can you? I almost never get to do that, so maybe I took a little advantage."

[oldmancreed]

He grabs at her again, pulling her closer for a proper kiss. "Anytime you wanna do that, you just gotta ask." Or not ask, as the case may be.

After he enjoys the hot water spilling over him for a few seconds more, he opens the door and shuts off the water, then pulls her out into the bathroom proper.

"We ain't done yet," he tells her, tossing over a towel.

[givesgoodglow]

"Hey Boos I-" Her words were cut off as he drew her in for a kiss, she returned it after finally catching up with him, Damn he was fast.

She followed him out of the shower and took the towel, they were sized for him so it wrapped around her almost three times. She quickly patted herself dry and wrung out her hair. "Right...healing factor. I forgot that gets you good to go in no time. Must be nice." He'd exhausted her more times than she could remember. He could quite literally fuck her unconscious if he'd been feeling particularly needy. But he seemed more in control now.

[oldmancreed]

The healing factor is good for so many things. Sure it saves his life, but the ability to enjoy more sex is one he's put to good use time and again. It is nice.

He dries himself off quickly as well, dropping the towel on the floor before heading back to his bedroom. Time to get cozy after being in the cold air out of the shower.

"Hey Boss what?"

[givesgoodglow]

She grabbed both towels and hung them over the shower, opened the door for the steam to dissipate and generally straightened things up. That had been her role before, she saw to his needs and fought by his side. It had it's ups and downs, but she was sweet on him for some reason and always came back.

"Not important." She'd actually forgotten whatever smart mouth comment she was going to make when he grabbed and kissed her.

Now she stood in the doorway to his room, knuckled rapped on the door frame. "Were you looking for company or...?"

[givesgoodglow]

Messy on context is good, like well fucked but sweaty is good messy.

He'd been a little spoiled by her over time, she cooked, she cleaned, she saw to his needs. But that was because most of their needs were the same. Right now her need was an aching emptiness and a pair of slik, damp thighs. She gotten wet in the shower, well more wet, watching him cum. She loved to see it, loved knowing the high she'd given him and the general way he acted after.

Birdy walked in. Short but formed by the same sort of figure fantasy artists drew. Large breasts, small waist, curved hips and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off. She knew he liked her body, liked her... what had he said once? Portablity?

When she reached the bed, rather than walk around it she simply dropped forward, hands walking up, joined by knees as she slinked catlike toward him.

"You called?"