The devilish grin that spreads should answer his question easily enough. Although the moment they get passed the door, she has no intention of making any coffee for them until after they have a little fun. Their track record is 0 for 0 and some good coffee was wasted, not to mention a couple of coffee pots.
Laura turns back around and makes her way to the elevator, waiting to see how much of a tease that will be and whether he'll be able to keep his hands to himself.
Sweeney tends to be shit at games he doesn't know he's playing, and that goes double for ones that involve keeping his hands to himself. He keeps a step behind until the elevator. As he starts to slow, he pulls the last drag and flicks the remnants back down the hall. Task done, he turns his full focus on her.
The bell dings. Door opens. Sweeney herds her inside.
"This gonna be one'a those 'close yer eyes 'til I say when' things, or I get a hint?"
Laura steps into the lift and turns to press her back against the wall. First, she presses the 4th level button and then smirks knowingly up at him.
"I think I can give you a small hint," she nods, squinting slightly in thought before she figures out the best one to give him. As she tells him, she watches his face for a reaction. "I have a great view from the bedroom."
Now what that view is exactly is a mystery and he won't get to know until they get there.
When she rests on the wall, he braces against it, one hand on each side and above her so he can shade her in his shadow when he looks down. At her hint, he lowers his head a bit more, taking stock of her.
"I'm sure I will, too." Of you. Naked. Or clothed. Or...whatever.
God, she loves how predatory and hot doing that makes him look. Her eyes roll upwards and it is as if she can read his mind. And for as much as she wants to hit the stop button and ravage him, Laura attempts to restrain herself, but a hand grabs the front of his shirt and she pulls him down until her lips are on his in a hard and bruising kiss.
Before she can get too involved, the bell sounds and the doors open on her floor. Laura swipes her tongue across her bottom lip and slips out from under one of his arms, digging her key out quickly so she can get them inside without any hassle.
Now which one's failing the game off hands-off? SPOILER: It's both of them.
One hand drops to cup the back of her head, so he can make sure she doesn't wander too far when he meets her in kind. Fuck, there are still some days he swears he can catch the hint of gunpowder on her tongue.
When she makes her escape, there's a moment when his gaze just follows, him still braced on one hand, lips parted.
"Minx," he murmurs before turning to follow her lead. Sweeney sucks his lip as he waits for her to open the door, buying her time by distracting himself with hints of sensation. He's not convinced there won't still be a 'closed your eyes' portion, so he's fighting the urge to grind up on her and press her against the door.
Something tells her that asking him to close his eyes is rather useless when they are already working their way to being riled up. Almost enough that she's wondering if he'll bother looking around until after they've taken care of that insatiable thirst that only ever seems to be quenched with rough and hard sex.
Laura hears him and can't help but smile and as soon as she gets to her new updated door and barely unlatches it before she turns again and motions to his face. "Close your eyes," she tells him and waits.
Sweeney takes a slow breath and dutifully follows her direction, making sure to exaggerate it just a little, so she knew he was doing it. For her. He tries to imagine what might be behind her door; how that new one might be reflected in the theme of her room. And what she might look like naked in it.
Of course, she's still smiling. Laura reaches forward and grabs his arm and pushes the door open with one hand while the other leads him in. He'll be able to tell things are already different because she steers him to the left, closing the door again and walking him a few more steps in.
"Okay, you can open them," she says. When his eyes adjust, they'll no doubt settle on the quaint, almost Bohemian-esque living room with hanging plants and an inviting couch. But as his eyes sweep along towards the back, that's where Laura watches for his reaction to her bedroom area.
He can't help but smile a bit when she takes his arm, but he's left at her mercy in direction. They manage just fine.
When he's instructed to open his eyes, Sweeney blinks a few times to help get his bearings. Huh. Ok, an-- OH. His grin spreads like wildfire. He slides her some side-eye, but it doesn't mute his smile.
"You tell him ta make it big 'nough fer me?" Steve, he means.
Though there's no pretense that the pair of them won't be fucking in any bed she might have, Sweeney's amused at the thought of his face if she asked for that specifically.
The smile he gives her makes hers spread wider. Laura kind of knew he'd like it and even with his comment, she glances between the bed and him and then back to the bed. "It's a big fucking bed. You're going to fit, trust me," she laughs, walking over to it. She spent a few extra hours in it that morning, rolling around and enjoying the comfort of it. It was leaps better than her old bed, and the bedding was something she could never afford on a casino dealer's salary.
She steps forward and points up above the bed. "Did you see this?" It was the best part of the whole remodel.
"Somehow we always manage," he teases cheekily. It's no small feat, given the difference in size. Not lingering in the thought, he follows her forward and looks up.
"Holy fuck, Fireball. A room with a fuckin' view." For a long moment, he just enjoys the sight. It's a soothing view; his cabin doesn't even have a window. But then another thought comes to mind, so obviously, he must beg the question.
"Which one'a us gets ta look at it first?" AKA: who's on top?
Laura's smirk turns warm and she watches as he finally sees what she feels would be the clincher when it comes to him liking the new cabin. Especially since she was aware of how comfortable he was in the old one. Not that she doesn't think he wouldn't understand her reasoning for the change.
"I got to wake up to it this morning," Laura nods, letting out a little laugh. "So, you can take the honours next."
She tosses her hat over into the livingroom, hoping it makes it somewhere where she won't actually step on it and takes a step towards him.
Sounds good to him. His grin spreads wide with mischief, and while not a proper bull-rush, he plows towards her with his shoulder low so he can scoop her up. Sweeney doesn't fully hoist her on his shoulder, just gets her off the ground and onto the bed with a pounce.
He looms over her, his knees outside hers. Sweeney takes a moment to drink in the sight of her in the mass of linens before claiming her lips eagerly. There's heat, but no desperation or cruelty. This is fun. He's happy to be with her, sharing something new that brings her joy. Also, fucking her is pretty great, too.
Nothing can contain the little whoop she makes before landing with a flop and a laugh. Yes, this is fun. There's nothing to make up for; no aggression to work out. It was just something good and in the moment. And she can't help but look up at him and smile before happily losing herself in the kiss, even for a short while.
Her hands come up and gently take his face on both sides while she deepens it more and sweeps her tongue in and around his until all the air in her lungs depletes. When she surfaces for air, she opens her eyes and drifts his gaze over his features, trailing the edge of her thumb along his cheek softly.
Sweeney wriggles his hands between them, nimble fingers making fast work of unbuttoning his shirt. The last is barely done before he's tugging it off his shoulders so he can abandon it behind him. His kisses are hot but brief, a speckling of eagerness while he sheds his braces and peels his tank off, leaving it to join his shirt.
Task seen to, he kisses her more properly, pulling her head up to meet him for a long moment before turning his hands' attention to her jeans. Grin wide, Sweeney's set to button and zipper without bothering to figure out her shoes. At least her legs are between his so the yank to come won't be hindered by his body. He's not always great at order of operations. But he certainly is making up for it with enthusiasm.
The shoes are kicked off somewhere in between both his shirts coming off and the removal of her jeans, which are close enough now to be discarded. her head swims with the anticipation of being fully naked under him and the wave of arousal at the thought has her breathless and excited.
Laura thrusts her hips up so he has the clearance to yank them down off her legs when he's ready. Until then, she runs her hands up his muscular arms and lets out a heady moan.
The partnership is nice; a mutual dance that, while eager, isn't desperate. Time is available if it's wanted; he just isn't looking to dally. Sweeney appreciate the lift of her hips, and he sits back as he hooks two fingers in each side to catch jeans and panties in one go. The tug leads into a smooth flow where he rocks back off the end of the bed so he can get both articles off and discarded before he crawls back up on her.
He nudges a knee between hers, encouraging her to give him space between them. Sweeney finds her lips again as his broad hand slides up the outside of her thigh, tucking up under her ass to urge her off the bed and against him, if only for a passing moment. He's is no rush to get to her blouse; there's a level of cheeky delight in her in only her shirt, and him in his pants. Sweeney smiles against her skin, nuzzling and nipping his way over her jaw to her neck.
Her eyes watch as Sweeney removes the clothing from her lower half, and she can't help but smile at the way he looks at her on his way back up; appreciating her as if she was the only woman on the barge, even if she was still mostly covered by her shirt. It's what makes being with him different every time. He lets her be anything she wants to be, worshipped like a goddess or respected for the violent storm she has proved herself sometimes to be.
Laura wraps her arms around him and when he brings her closer she holds on tighter, pushing herself into his pelvis and letting go of a pleasureful sigh at the feel of his rough whiskers against her skin and the way it turns her on even more.
Hooking one leg over his hip, one of her hands slides higher up on his back and presses into his skin as her head falls to his opposite shoulder so that she can drag her lips to the edge. From there, she grazes her teeth down and then presses a soft kiss to the top of his chest.
When her mouth starts down, his instinct is to rock up, grinding himself in a single stroke. It makes him inhale sharply, and then he remembers the parameters established. Sweeney kisses her jaw and nips her ear before wriggling his arms beneath her back to wrap her up tightly against him.
The shove of a heel puts some oomph behind the roll, and he comes to rest on his back, sucking the moisture from his lip as he looks her over.
"Yer right, it's a really nice view." And he hasn't even looked up yet.
God, he has the ability to drive her crazy with the way he handles her in these kinds of moments. The playful side is one that gets her riled up faster than when they're in the mood to be aggressive. Though being tossed around could escalate into something more frantic and serious, when Laura finds herself on top and sees the way he's looking at her, she can't help the impish smile that takes over her lips.
Her hips start with a slow roll over him as she lifts and straightens slightly, placing one hand flat on his stomach. There's a look in her eye. One that has her wanting to do something to him that she has yet to do. Slowly she lowers and slides back, watching him until she's positioned and fingering the waist of his pants in one hand while the other works to follow the outline of his throbbing dick between her thumb and index finger.
The darkening of her eyes tells him of her intentions and the way she starts pulling at them will give him ample enough warning of what she plans to do.
Fuck, that smile. She's such a troublemaker. And oh, how he wants her to make all flavors of trouble when she's squirming on top of him. Her torturous roll pulls his hands instinctively to her hips, eager to keep the pressure against him.
But when she slips back, his curiosity gets the better of him, and his fingers relax, though he doesn't move them from their post. Her bold touch sucks the breath back into his throat, and his lashes flutter as he watches her. Sweeney's brow arches with a silent 'oh, really?'. He's already flexing his toes in his boots, trying to stay still enough to let her work. Even so, one hand lifts, and he sinks his fingers into her hair; there's no urging or holding, just savoring the feel of her and her shape matched to his.
She was all for this kind of trouble. What girl wouldn't be? The thought of driving a man wild was one thing. To drive him wild for all the best reasons made it worth it. But Laura had other reasons, too. She wanted to worship him in a way that he had not yet given her a chance to; to let her show him in kind the attention that he had done for her since they started sharing each other in this way.
Laura's lips twitch, feigning a grin at first before forming into a sultry smile. Her hope is to hold his attention with her mouth until she's able to pull him free from his trousers. Fingertips glide up and gently curl around his length and while she keeps her eyes on him, she presses her bottom lip to his crown before slipping the tip of her tongue to cradle it and inch it further and further in.
OH. That's new. Well, not new new, but anything with her is new enough.
Sweeney almost chokes on his tongue. His fingers twitch against the urge to twist them in her hair, but it doesn't stop his other hand from jumping to her shoulder to steady himself.
"Fucking hell," he whispers, swallowing to ease the ghostly wisp of his voice. Sweeney's gaze flickers to the sky for a moment as he fights to collect himself, but that effort is abandoned before it begins. He cranes his head enough to watch her, savoring the union of sight and sensation. The knot in his belly coils into a singular thought.
As quiet as his words are, they still manage to send a flash of goosebumps up her back and across her shoulders and arms. His reaction is exactly what Laura was hoping for and she continues taking him into her mouth until she can feel him nearing the back of her throat. Reverently, her hand strokes as she slides him in and out, lips firm around him and her tongue twisting around the tip before swallowing him again and again.
She loves the taste of him and hums a reverent note at the way her own body was turning more aroused each and every time she fucked him with her mouth.
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Laura turns back around and makes her way to the elevator, waiting to see how much of a tease that will be and whether he'll be able to keep his hands to himself.
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The bell dings. Door opens. Sweeney herds her inside.
"This gonna be one'a those 'close yer eyes 'til I say when' things, or I get a hint?"
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"I think I can give you a small hint," she nods, squinting slightly in thought before she figures out the best one to give him. As she tells him, she watches his face for a reaction. "I have a great view from the bedroom."
Now what that view is exactly is a mystery and he won't get to know until they get there.
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"I'm sure I will, too." Of you. Naked. Or clothed. Or...whatever.
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Before she can get too involved, the bell sounds and the doors open on her floor. Laura swipes her tongue across her bottom lip and slips out from under one of his arms, digging her key out quickly so she can get them inside without any hassle.
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One hand drops to cup the back of her head, so he can make sure she doesn't wander too far when he meets her in kind. Fuck, there are still some days he swears he can catch the hint of gunpowder on her tongue.
When she makes her escape, there's a moment when his gaze just follows, him still braced on one hand, lips parted.
"Minx," he murmurs before turning to follow her lead. Sweeney sucks his lip as he waits for her to open the door, buying her time by distracting himself with hints of sensation. He's not convinced there won't still be a 'closed your eyes' portion, so he's fighting the urge to grind up on her and press her against the door.
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Laura hears him and can't help but smile and as soon as she gets to her new updated door and barely unlatches it before she turns again and motions to his face. "Close your eyes," she tells him and waits.
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Sweeney takes a slow breath and dutifully follows her direction, making sure to exaggerate it just a little, so she knew he was doing it. For her. He tries to imagine what might be behind her door; how that new one might be reflected in the theme of her room. And what she might look like naked in it.
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"Okay, you can open them," she says. When his eyes adjust, they'll no doubt settle on the quaint, almost Bohemian-esque living room with hanging plants and an inviting couch. But as his eyes sweep along towards the back, that's where Laura watches for his reaction to her bedroom area.
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When he's instructed to open his eyes, Sweeney blinks a few times to help get his bearings. Huh. Ok, an-- OH. His grin spreads like wildfire. He slides her some side-eye, but it doesn't mute his smile.
"You tell him ta make it big 'nough fer me?" Steve, he means.
Though there's no pretense that the pair of them won't be fucking in any bed she might have, Sweeney's amused at the thought of his face if she asked for that specifically.
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She steps forward and points up above the bed. "Did you see this?" It was the best part of the whole remodel.
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"Holy fuck, Fireball. A room with a fuckin' view." For a long moment, he just enjoys the sight. It's a soothing view; his cabin doesn't even have a window. But then another thought comes to mind, so obviously, he must beg the question.
"Which one'a us gets ta look at it first?" AKA: who's on top?
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"I got to wake up to it this morning," Laura nods, letting out a little laugh. "So, you can take the honours next."
She tosses her hat over into the livingroom, hoping it makes it somewhere where she won't actually step on it and takes a step towards him.
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He looms over her, his knees outside hers. Sweeney takes a moment to drink in the sight of her in the mass of linens before claiming her lips eagerly. There's heat, but no desperation or cruelty. This is fun. He's happy to be with her, sharing something new that brings her joy. Also, fucking her is pretty great, too.
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Her hands come up and gently take his face on both sides while she deepens it more and sweeps her tongue in and around his until all the air in her lungs depletes. When she surfaces for air, she opens her eyes and drifts his gaze over his features, trailing the edge of her thumb along his cheek softly.
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Task seen to, he kisses her more properly, pulling her head up to meet him for a long moment before turning his hands' attention to her jeans. Grin wide, Sweeney's set to button and zipper without bothering to figure out her shoes. At least her legs are between his so the yank to come won't be hindered by his body. He's not always great at order of operations. But he certainly is making up for it with enthusiasm.
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Laura thrusts her hips up so he has the clearance to yank them down off her legs when he's ready. Until then, she runs her hands up his muscular arms and lets out a heady moan.
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He nudges a knee between hers, encouraging her to give him space between them. Sweeney finds her lips again as his broad hand slides up the outside of her thigh, tucking up under her ass to urge her off the bed and against him, if only for a passing moment. He's is no rush to get to her blouse; there's a level of cheeky delight in her in only her shirt, and him in his pants. Sweeney smiles against her skin, nuzzling and nipping his way over her jaw to her neck.
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Laura wraps her arms around him and when he brings her closer she holds on tighter, pushing herself into his pelvis and letting go of a pleasureful sigh at the feel of his rough whiskers against her skin and the way it turns her on even more.
Hooking one leg over his hip, one of her hands slides higher up on his back and presses into his skin as her head falls to his opposite shoulder so that she can drag her lips to the edge. From there, she grazes her teeth down and then presses a soft kiss to the top of his chest.
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The shove of a heel puts some oomph behind the roll, and he comes to rest on his back, sucking the moisture from his lip as he looks her over.
"Yer right, it's a really nice view." And he hasn't even looked up yet.
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Her hips start with a slow roll over him as she lifts and straightens slightly, placing one hand flat on his stomach. There's a look in her eye. One that has her wanting to do something to him that she has yet to do. Slowly she lowers and slides back, watching him until she's positioned and fingering the waist of his pants in one hand while the other works to follow the outline of his throbbing dick between her thumb and index finger.
The darkening of her eyes tells him of her intentions and the way she starts pulling at them will give him ample enough warning of what she plans to do.
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But when she slips back, his curiosity gets the better of him, and his fingers relax, though he doesn't move them from their post. Her bold touch sucks the breath back into his throat, and his lashes flutter as he watches her. Sweeney's brow arches with a silent 'oh, really?'. He's already flexing his toes in his boots, trying to stay still enough to let her work. Even so, one hand lifts, and he sinks his fingers into her hair; there's no urging or holding, just savoring the feel of her and her shape matched to his.
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Laura's lips twitch, feigning a grin at first before forming into a sultry smile. Her hope is to hold his attention with her mouth until she's able to pull him free from his trousers. Fingertips glide up and gently curl around his length and while she keeps her eyes on him, she presses her bottom lip to his crown before slipping the tip of her tongue to cradle it and inch it further and further in.
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Sweeney almost chokes on his tongue. His fingers twitch against the urge to twist them in her hair, but it doesn't stop his other hand from jumping to her shoulder to steady himself.
"Fucking hell," he whispers, swallowing to ease the ghostly wisp of his voice. Sweeney's gaze flickers to the sky for a moment as he fights to collect himself, but that effort is abandoned before it begins. He cranes his head enough to watch her, savoring the union of sight and sensation. The knot in his belly coils into a singular thought.
More.
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She loves the taste of him and hums a reverent note at the way her own body was turning more aroused each and every time she fucked him with her mouth.
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