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[ here's the problem with Gwen Stacy trying to act patient - she's totally not. ever. especially when she's already kind of horny because this is a booty call, plain and simple, and that makes it impossible to think of anything but what they might get up to tonight. so she steps into his apartment, ready to have to kind of look around for him ( and she's actually not the type to snoop around someone's apartment when left alone, so she'd really head right for wherever he's at ), but he's right there.

just chilling on the couch.

oh.

it's a little absurd how quickly her brain sinks into the gutter this time around, it really is.

she doesn't even say anything, she just reaches to pull her shirt over her head, toes off her shoes. she leaves her clothes behind as she steps further into his apartment, towards the couch, until she's there in just her socks and underwear ( her bra and undies don't match, but she's wearing a cute bra instead of her basic sports bra like she might normally. oh yeah! somebody's trying to dress cute for her very lowkey booty call, yep ), stepping around the coffee table so she can lift her foot and drop it on the other side of his extended legs.

it'd be easy to steal the book from him, crawl onto his lap right now, but she'll wait ]

[He's been coiled too tense for too long not to know when someone else comes into a room he's in—it isn't even any metahuman ability, just old-fashioned paranoia—but with an effort, he keeps his eyes on the book and his face expressionless until she's standing over him, stripped almost bare, like he's accidentally fallen asleep and is about to have a truly excellent wet dream.

Now he does lift his eyes, rakes them over her, and yes, he actually takes the time to mark his place in the book before closing it and setting it on the table next to the glass.

The glasses go next, slipped off as he's looking up at her, set carefully on the book, and then he spreads his arms along the back of the couch. There's a heat in his eyes now, since his very feeble attempt to claim they shouldn't do this. But Gwen wants to be his bad idea. And she's doing solid work.]

Hello, bad idea.

Hey, Dr. Wells.

[ it shouldn't turn her on to be thought of or acknowledged like that, but it does, it so does. she hums a laugh behind her smirk, eyes following where he put his stuff down just so she can reach back and pick up that glass he clearly abandoned. she takes a small sip from it ( Gwen can handle her booze, that doesn't mean she's tried everything under the sun and knows she can handle the taste ) before finally scooting forward so she can press her knees into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, staying up on her knees that way even once she's settled.

but it's only so after she takes another sip of his drink, she has to stretch back far to put the glass down on the table again. she's not a striptease kinda gal, she has the grace and mobility of a spider, but she's still just Gwen. still, she knows the kind of power her body can command when she shows off her flexibility and balance, so she's willing to show that off in little ways. so she stretches back slowly, gives him something to watch, stretches the lines of her body out nice and long before she's sitting up and leaning forward so her hands can grip the back of the couch just over his shoulders, all one fluid movement.

her pout doesn't reach her eyes, but she tries ]

You haven't changed your mind on me, have you?

[None of her slow, languorous sipping and arching to put the glass down is really dispelling the lingering idea that he might have fallen asleep and this is a dream. But he hasn't, it isn't, and he isn't shy about admiring the planes of muscle beneath smooth skin as she moves and comes back to him. She's so eager, but she's taking her time to show off, just like she'd promised last time.

Which is why he doesn't reach out until she's got her hands on either side of him, sitting up so he has to tip his head back to see her face. The pout makes him laugh, a little huff of breath, as he finally lifts a hand and trails his fingers lightly up her left side to skim the border where her bra meets her skin.]

Well. Since you're here. And you came all this way, I suppose you...must have something on your mind.

[And his palm flattens against her ribs, slides around to her back, all the way down to curve around her ass, and back up.]

What is it?

[ truth be told, her plans pretty much only extended as far as convincing him not to give this up. it's dirty, and she knows having his daughter here pushes that fact a lot harder, but dirty isn't always wrong. this place is all about snuggles and fluffygoodtimes, but it's also been made clear to her that more is just as good. it's all working towards the same cause of powering up this city that's built on physical connections. so there's that.

and there's also the fact that it's hot, the way he's watching her, how he treats her, even. she's selfish enough to push for that, even with his daughter here being a sound reminder of how filthy it is ]

Right now? Only thing on my mind are your hands. I'm thinking about what it'd be like to stay just like this and letting you touch me however you want. [ clearly, the way she stays so still for him, except when they move over her ass, up along her back. she arches to the touch, a slow bend that moves her body a little closer to his, even as her arms stay as a steady brace against the couch. her hair drops forward when she leans her face towards his a little more, eyes falling shut while she hums her gratitude for how good his hands feel on her skin ] I'm your bad idea, remember? Tell me what you need.

[There's a little rush that comes from that, he has to admit it. There's a rush that comes from someone like this, young and gorgeous and sexy, offering that to him, meaning every word. His hand glides the rest of the way up her back, into her hair to tighten for a moment so he can watch the way she reacts to that.

Their crashing together in his lab had been fast and intense, but he remembers the things he'd done that she'd liked in particular. Pulling her hair is one of them. His other hand moves to settle back on her ass, squeezing and kneading for a moment but he isn't going to spank her again, not yet. That's too easy. Instead he'll press her a little closer, close enough to get his mouth onto her neck with a quiet little sigh, because this is what he wants, whether or not he should.] I want you like this. God, you're tempting. I want every inch of you.

[ her head tips back that little bit into the grip of his hand, jaw dropped open, making her moan sound rougher than she would have liked. like she's showing her cards too soon, how needy she is. one hand moves from the couch to his shoulder, just to support herself a little better. her balance might be perfect, but it's hard to tap into that when she's so distracted already.

it feels good, being handled this way, thought of this way, talked to like that. this is a kind of want she can handle, one she feels in control of, for sure, even as she offers something like control to him. there's trust there, sure, because Barry and Cisco both trust him, and that's enough to enable every dirty thought she's had about him since they first met. she curses herself a little bit for leaving her underwear on, because while she can reach a hand back to pinch open the hook of her bra and let it hang open by the straps, she can't do a damn thing about the way each squeeze of his fingers is dragging the fabric over her in the worst kind of tease ]

Then give in to it. [ she doesn't want to just be tempting, she wants to push it. it's why her moan just from the way he's still gripping her hair and her ass is laced with a smile ] Take what you want, Dr. Wells.

[And there's no reason to leave her bra dangling there, is there? So he's curling his fingers between the cups and tugging it forward, down her arms, and it ends up on the other end of the couch, easily found later tonight (or tomorrow morning) assuming they don't need to toss it anywhere else.

Her arms go right back where they'd been, and he hadn't even needed to urge that, so his hand goes right back to where it was too, sliding along the last scrap of fabric, but this time dipping to stroke a finger between her legs. This, he hasn't done before, this is new, still clothed head to toe, even long sleeves, with his partner a breath away from stripped bare. He watches her face as his fingers spread against the fabric, then dip beneath it to slide into her folds.]

What I want. [And now he's whispering, that harsh, low sound as he works his fingers slow, and his other hand stays tight in her hair.] I want to watch you come like this, Ms. Stacy. Just like this. Do you think you can do that?

[ she keeps her eyes on his while he touches her, even if she'd love to squeeze her eyes shut ( like cancelling one sense will hype up the others??? who knows ), because he's watching her and that's hard to look away from. she's already too hot where he teases her, not terribly wet, but wanting, open for it. she wasn't expecting him to take things this way so soon, was assuming they'd switch places, that she'd have to concentrate on not ripping through clothes to get him undressed, but he makes no moves for that. her body sinks just a little bit lower, just so she can keep her eyes level with his even with his hand in her hair like that. and so she can spread her knees apart that extra inch or two, another clear invitation for more.

she opens her mouth to answer him and stutters over the word "yes" the first try, brow crinkling as she whimpers ]

Yes. [ there's a smartass comment about how she knows if he wants to see her come, he knows exactly how to make that happen by now, but she can't get it out. her fingers grip into his shirt at his shoulder, controlled though, for sure, more for him to feel her grasping at him than an actual desire to pull at his shirt. she doesn't want to rip this shirt. she likes his shirt. ] Make me come for you, I want to so bad.

[Next time, he might let her take the lead, let him know what she wants, but for now, he's more than happy to hear that little hitch in her voice, the pressure of her fingers on his shoulder. He knows what she can do, but he trusts her control and there's nothing tense in his relaxed posture at all as his fingers stroke over her slit, almost pressing inside before sliding up to draw slow circles around and over her clit.

He isn't planning on looking away from her any time soon, either, the play of expressions on her face is too good to miss. She's so open, responsive, and the hand in her hair releases and smooths over the nape of her neck, but it isn't long before his fingers tunnel back into her hair and tighten again, just so he can watch the way her lips part at the new pressure.] Good, that's good, I want you to.

[And she's close enough that he can pull her into a kiss, almost sweet and soft, except there's a little too much heat behind it. Maybe the first hint that he isn't as casual as he looks.]

[ he lets go of her hair and she's already leaning in to kiss him, a little whimper on her lips, but then he grabs her again and her moan sounds more like a growl. but, y'know, like a kitten growl. it's nothing intimidating, she's just reacting to the tease of being given a little bit of control then having it taken again so quick. but he gets the idea, clearly, because he leans in to kiss her and she only matches that softness because it's hard to make out with somebody like crazy when you're so distracted by what their fingers are doing. which she is, she totally is.

so her kiss back is slow, little licks into his mouth, muffled whimpers. she's not trying to play coy, but there's something careful about it, about the way her fingers grip and release his shirt, how much she lets herself lean into him, rock against his fingers. like she's trying so, so hard to control herself, is playing with the idea that maybe she's not allowed to do much more than that, not until he tells her it's okay. it's fun, in a way. fun and frustrating and new, and that's the important part.

whatever this thing is with Harrison, it's new, different than any of the other hookups she's had here so far, so she wants to switch it up. test herself. maybe test him a little bit, too. so this time around she's open and wanting, yes, but patient. she's trying. ]

Wanna make you feel good, too. If I come for you like you told me to, can I return the favor? [ her forehead leans against his as she runs her mouth, lips brushing his, voice whisper quiet, still just so damn distracted ] Let me get on my knees for you, Dr. Wells. Please?

[Every little sound she makes is something he's pulled from her, and don't be fooled, he's savoring each one. The flicks of her tongue are met with his own, just small brushes and strokes that match the way his fingers flatten and curl between her legs. This slow, careful pace, the contrast between them as he works her higher without letting her do a thing in return, it hadn't started out as a test but it's become one, and she's passing it with flying colors.

She isn't at an angle to tell how hard he is, but it might show in the rough edge to his voice] Oh, I want you to get on your knees for me, Ms. Stacy, but first you need to come for me. [And in the way one finger finally sinks into her, in and out and then it's two fingers inside and curling back for her to rut against his hand.]

[ her jaw drops with- not a yelp, but an aha, too pleased, once his fingers push inside of her. her body clenches around him, physically begging for it ] Fuck. [ her teeth clench after the first few rocks of her hips against his palm, because his fingers are curled right there and she knows he's doing it on purpose, just for her, so she can fuck his fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing over her clit every time she pushes forward.

the hands on his shoulders move to the couch again, just so she can lean down closer, knees sliding forward on the couch ( her knees are going to be red, she can already feel it ) so she can press her chest against his, bury her face against his neck. she doesn't want to stay this way, hiding from him, but he wants her to come so she needs to find that perfect rhythm, take what he gives her until she's close. she rolls her hips like she's fucking him instead of her fingers, mouth open against his neck so she can lick and suck. not trying to leave marks, but she just needs to be doing something with her mouth-

she can hear how wet she is by the time she sits up to look at him properly again, kissing him a few times before ] More, please, gimme one more, I'm so close-

[As she curls into him, his fingers relax their tight grip on her hair and slide around the back of her neck, not pinning her there now but just a comfortable touch, affectionate and easy. His hand moves just enough to meet each shift of her hips, but it's her rhythm she's setting and god, that wet slide against his palm might become one of his favorite things.

Someday he might deny her, make her work even harder to come for him, somehow he thinks she'd like that and he knows he would, but this time he catches her mouth almost before she's finished asking, licking along her lower lip as his fingers stroke out and back in, three of them just like she's asked, since she's been so good so far and given him everything he's wanted. His fingers curl deep, just where they were before, and the heel of his hand presses insistently, urging her just that much more.] Good, c'mon, I can feel how much you want it.

[ she nods ] Mmmhm. [ nose brushing against his, mouth open and panting even as her eyes squeeze shut as he pushes that third finger in for her. it's almost too much, but she loves the stretch, it's what she needs right now. he's pushing into the rock of her hips and it's perfect, it's filthy, and she loves it. god, she loves this. he says he can feel her want, and yeah, um, yeah. physically, she's giving him all the signs. but she keeps her eyes on his to make it clear just how into this she is, how good it feels. his fingers aren't fisted in her hair, but the hold he has on the back of her neck is still a little bit demanding, in a way, and it's doing it for her just as much, somehow.

she'll think this all through later, yeah. not now. now's not the time for thinky.

there's one more long stretch of a moment but then her stomach clenches tight, expression crumbling. she almost asks permission for it, but she can't get it out. and eh, it's fine. he already told her it's what he wants to see, their game hasn't included permission to come yet, so she won't start now. ]

-- yesyesyes-

[ her toes curl up behind her, her hand moving down to hold onto his wrist as she comes, holding him still because she needs to just ride this out on her own, she's not sure she can handle much movement from him at this point. she whines when she feels herself level out, sort of, exhaling as her teeth find his bottom lip, again making that little growling sound, even though she's still not sure she can get up off of his lap just yet.

but that's fine, actually. her thumb presses at the inside of his wrist, careful as she pulls his fingers away from her body, just so she can bring his hand up to her mouth and lick his fingers. she's breathing in pants, stomach jumping from a little aftershock, but she's slow in how she licks his fingers clean, sucking them between her lips one at a time. ]

[He may be in charge of this on the surface, but he knows that letting her take the lead in arching and shuddering her way through her own orgasm is by far the best way, and so he doesn't resist when she keeps his hand still, or when she pulls it away. If the little growls she's been making (it's an endearing sound, now that he's heard it a few times) are any sign, it's an excellent strategy, and one he intends to put into practice in the future.

He'd felt that, the quick pulses as he'd curled his fingers inside her, and while it's not enough to satisfy him, he's more than happy to sit back and watch her clever tongue lap up the slick juices coating his hand. That's an enjoyable sight on its own, and another little piece of his rapidly dwindling resolve crumbles. Should he put a stop to this? Maybe. But is he going to? No. He really isn't.

The fingers of his other hand brush lightly against the back of her neck, scraping just a bit with his nails, almost soothing, as if she'd need it to help her come back down after that.] Well. That, I could watch again.

[ Gwen's smiling as she presses her tongue against the pad of his ring finger, curling it into the bend of that last knuckle before she gives him his hand back. and yeah, she's still feeling a little floaty, but the hand on the back of her neck, it's - hm. ] I think you found a sweet spot there, doc. [ her eyes slide shut as she lets her head tip forward a bit, hair parting around his hand. she hums quietly, her hands sliding down her thighs and back up, just. relaxing. ] Is that a thing for people? Back of the neck? You're giving me chills.

[ eventually though, even all relaxed like this, she brings her hand down between them so she can cup him over his pants, roll her hips forward against the back of her hand - mostly she just doesn't want to get the front of his pants all messy, yeah. she's considerate like that. but that lazy smile comes back when she feels how hard he is, fingers gripping him tight through his pants ]

You really did like watching me like that, huh?

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Good chills? [But he smooths his fingers over the back of her neck once more before letting his hand drift to her shoulder, thumb tracing a line along her collarbone. He doesn't think much of it, but it is something he does fairly often with people he's comfortable with, settling his fingers around the back of their neck. But unfamiliar to her, understandably, they haven't spent enough time together.

He tips his head to one side, the half-lidded heat coming back to his eyes at the insistent touch, and he shifts his hips into her hand, just a bit, enough that the fabric slides nicely and of course it isn't nearly enough.] I really did. Are you surprised?

Definitely good chills. [ she nods, slow, huffing a quiet breath when she feels goosebumps rise up on her skin from the path his fingers take. she just feels good right now, in every way, it's hard to focus through that. but damnit! she's going to try.

she curls her back inwards a little bit just so there's space for her to reach down with both hands, working open his fly, but she kind of stops there for a second because he's tilting his head and there's no use in resisting the urge to press a few little biting kisses along his neck, hands moving to his sides for a second, just to hold on. she's not really trying to tease him or anything, her intentions aren't so well thought out, but apparently that "wow everything feels good right now" train of thought leads to more kissing instead of hurrying along to get to returning the favor the way she wants to. ]

Not surprised, just flattered. I like knowing how much you like having me right here on your lap, wanting you. [ she edges her teeth along the shell of his ear, voice quiet ] I really like being your bad idea.

[And just how long does she think she's going to be able to lean into him like that, one line of warm skin, and expect him to keep his hands off her? The hand on her shoulder glides down his back and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against him with an approving little hum. His eyes are closed now, savoring the little touches, and ordinarily he wouldn't mind keeping her like this for some time—an evening of slow, lazy kisses and roving hands might do him good—but she has already told him what she wants next. And she'd come for him so well.

He turns his head to catch her mouth, a little touch of teeth in her bottom lip, and then he's growling, fingers digging into the small of her back just above the curve of her ass.] Then you should show me just how much you like it.

[ that growl makes her grin, even with her lip between his teeth, and she wriggles in his lap because maybe she hadn't meant to stall, but it's clear to her now he's waiting on her, eager for it, and that's pretty hot. ]

Mmn, 'kay.

[ t o t a l l y cool and casual on her end, sure, absolutely. like just his tone of voice doesn't have her blushing a little bit, even as she scoots back off of his lap until she can kneel on the floor in front of him, between his knees. she reaches over for a throw pillow first, tucks it under her knees, and ah. there. better. she makes quick work of pulling open his pants, leaves it to him if he actually wants to push them down his hips or anything. she doesn't need his pants off. she grins up at him before ducking down to tongue at him through his boxers~~briefs i don't know what man undies he has on~~, not backing off until there's a wet spot there from her tongue. eventually she pulls his dick free from under the fabric though, again only tugging things down just enough so she can get to him, yeah. no patience, not anymore.

her hand disappears between her legs before coming back up and wrapping around his length, starting over his head and pumping down to spread her slick over him, just enough to make the slide of her palm a little smoother. she watches him as she leans in to lick him, slow and hot, just like those kisses along his neck a second ago.

because yeah, yes, she's going to take her time with this, absolutely. ]

[It would probably be both more comfortable and more practical to move his pants down his hips and out of the way, but he doesn't. It's been an interesting experience thus far, staying fully clothed with Gwen bare and gloriously unselfconscious on his lap, and he's going to continue this little experiment. If she can manage—

And she can, as she runs her tongue over the fabric, teasing without even touching, he suspects she'll manage him without much effort at all on her part. He can't stop the little huff from escaping, almost a laugh, not quite a groan, and the close-lipped hum comes when her hand slides down him to the root.

It's been a long time since he's had someone kneeling between his legs like this, and he hadn't been nearly as slight as Gwen. It's different, but he likes different. He's almost too aware of her eyes on him as that tongue begins dragging all the way up, around the head and back down. She's going to set whatever pace she wants, but it might be a toss-up this time as to which of them is overtaken by impatience first.]

[ Gwen's not incredibly arrogant when it comes to this - she knows what she's doing, okay, but she's not about to go brag about it somewhere - but it's hard to feel anything but confident when he's watching her watch him, feels the heat of him against her tongue. she licks at him like he's something to be savored, and maybe it's kinda true, maybe she's eating all of this up right now. it keeps coming back to how new this is for her, on more than one level, her desire to see how far he's willing to go with her, how far she's willing to go. and no, she's not going all 50 Shades of Gwen here, but it's fun, playing at that.

somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she can't be the first younger girl or guy to throw themselves at him. but she does wonder if he's seen any of them more than once, like this.

she's also wondering if any of them spent a solid minute teasing with just her lips and tongue lightly brushing the flushed head of his cock as her hand strokes over him. ]

Tell me we can spend the night together. [ ehh she knows it's cheating, saying/asking something like that when her lips are up against his cock. but. well. as she's already told him, she's comfortable with cheating. ] I wanna wake up nice and sore tomorrow. Think you can do that for me?

[Oh, but she is turning the tables on what this was becoming, and he's certain she knows it. It's in Harrison's nature to think ahead to different outcomes, and he'd been wondering what she had planned after she was finished with him. This answers his unspoken question.

He doesn't speak at first, just letting out a speculative 'hmm' as if he needs to think about it, consider the pros and cons, analyze and determine the best course of action. In fact, there are a few points to consider, taking into account her metahuman stamina, and he isn't certain she'll wake up sore after a night with him, but that isn't the point.

The point is yes, god yes. Spend the night. Take him apart in pursuit of waking up sore in the morning.] Oh, I think so. There wasn't much [he has to take a quick breath, thanks to a deft twist of her hand] I had planned for tomorrow.

[ Gwen smiles, lets her lashes touch her cheeks because yes, good, that's what she was hoping he'd say. the hitch in his voice doesn't go unnoticed, and while she doesn't immediately just keep doing that simply because he liked it, she definitely adds it to the mix of movement, tries for faster, a tighter grip. she takes him deep in her mouth again, moves slow to back off, just so her palm stays spit-slick against him as it moves.

and some part of her knows that yeah, it takes a lot to get her feeling sore. her body heals so fast, keeps her going for so long. but there's different kinds of sore, is what she's thinking, and she knows well enough now that Harrison isn't one to back down from a challenge like that.

she should say something, maybe, normally she would. she's got a string of profanities at the ready for stuff like this, when her hand is moving hard and her mouth's just there to tease. but instead of talking she just opens wide, taps him against her tongue once, twice, before she bobs her head down. and she cannot deep throat, she's not even going to pretend she can do that, but she'll whine and swallow thickly around his cock like she wants to, absolutely. ]

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