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Dr. Harrison Wells ([personal profile] harrisonwells) wrote2016-03-01 01:24 pm
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"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."

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[personal profile] thiwp 2016-06-09 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ uuum, yep, yeah, that is definitely one of those things that shouldn't turn her on so much, but it does. he pushes up into her and the small gasp from what he says turns into a whine through clenched teeth because she's still trying to get past the little wave of not-actually-shame that makes her cheeks blush dark. she wants to tell him how hot that was, pull him in for happy little kisses, but she's not ready to break the heat of the moment just yet. both of her hands end up moving up to grip the back of the chair behind him now, despite the threat she made only ohh two seconds ago. whatever.

she's smiling between kisses, back arching again, giving up on her slow pressed grind in favor of feeling him move with her again. her hand is still moving between her legs while the other moves from the chair to his shoulder after a little while, once she's sure they're balanced, fingers drawing in then up into his hair, rucking it up. meanwhile it's all just handsy stalling, basically, until he says she's in trouble and it manages to wind her up even more
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I know you will, but it's - nnh - totally worth it. You feel so fucking good, Dr. Wells. I know you love it. [ that's the closest she'll get to breaking 'character' right now, sure. acknowledging that she's not.. actually just using him, because she's doing it for him too. the easy curve of her back is starting to get a little harder to maintain, now that she's getting close. her brow crinkles the same way it always does when she's close to coming, toes curling up ] Aha, shit- [ her hand moves to the chair again because she doesn't trust herself not to pull his hair too hard once she starts to come, body bearing down on him as she trembles through it again. she's louder this time, mostly because she does come a little harder when she's got something to clench around, and it hits her harder than she expected it to. she'll blame it on Harrison's dirty mouth ]
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[personal profile] thiwp 2016-06-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ she wasn't actually sure if her orgasm would be enough to trigger his, but she is way, way too pleased with herself when she realizes it does. he pulls her closer and she's so easily led, thighs curling up as much as she can manage with the way she's positioned on the chair, chin resting on his shoulder. she isn't really the type to get lazy and exhausted immediately after sex, but right now she feels a little bit like that, with the way her body rests against his and she just stays that way for a while. the only movement she offers is the light scratch of her nails along his scalp again, now that she's not death-gripping the chair, and the little kisses she presses to his temple ]

I think there's a nice symmetry to having a bad girl around that's very good for you, so I'm gonna go with "very good". [ yes mhm logic and symmetry that's a good reasoning behind something like this. not to mention the fact that he already mentioned he didn't care either way. but that's fine. she's just speaking her mind. her momentarily gooey mind. and hey, the "moment" is over, sort of, but her brain is still stuck in the gutter so oops ] And I think you very much like having somebody push your buttons and gladly accept the punishment for it after.
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[personal profile] thiwp 2016-06-09 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
By all means, take your time.

[ she shouldn't sound pleased with the idea of him thinking up a punishment for her, but she does, yep. after a little while though, once the buzzy-good-feelings start to settle, she finally sits up again, a hand pushing back through her hair while she looks at him properly for just a little bit. she leans in for one more slow kiss before she's scooting around a little bit, trying to get up off of his lap without sending the chair rolling one way or another. it's easy with her heightened sense of balance or whatever, but she still takes her time with it, yeah.

and of course, there's that really filthy second or two where she considers dropping to her knees again, wants to offer to help clean him up just to drive him a little crazy, but nope. no. they can't. it's already late-ish, and she's already been here longer than she intended to be. so instead she's just smiling to let him know that yeah, her brain went there for a moment, before she wanders off to go pick up her underwear and shorts off of the floor, find her shoes too
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