electrocynic | MCA #5, Sunday Evening

MCA #5, Sunday Evening

Date night was not something that had happened in this apartment a ton. Not in... well, several years now. Even Sarah and her cynicism had to admit it was exciting, a little.

Not that it was a very seriously date-y date. Nor had she done much in preparation for it, except pick a shirt that had more than enough cleavage happening. She'd just made sure there wasn't too much unseemly clutter happening anywhere Kanan was likely to be, and that she was stacked on both booze and snacks.

And she was.

So now, she was just waiting for him to turn up.

[ooc: For that guy! And probable SP, omg.]

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Sarah making a brief frustrated noise in he back of her throat probably didn't help his slight smugness any, did it? Oh well.

She still only fumbled with the underwear removal a little bit. Wasn't too long before they were sliding down his legs to where they'd only possibly become a problem again once they'd want to move.

And no more fabric meant she could wrap her hand around him, now. Not too firmly but not too lightly, either. Enough for payback for his efforts at distractions, when she slid her hand up and down his length.

It's okay. Kanan wasn't a full Jedi, but he was at least sure-footed enough to not trip over his own boxer-briefs. Probably. He was fairly distracted at that particular moment and reserved the right to make an ass of himself later because of it, however. For the time being, hey, a sound in the back of his throat that wasn't so much frustrated as appreciative was far better than falling flat on his face, wasn't it?

He had far better things to do than fall over, anyway. Like kiss her even harder, like stroke her a little faster, like snake his free arm around her waist and hold her close and eventually, maybe he'd consider coming up for air.

Air was overrated. They'd get back to it. The closeness was working for her, with all its chest to chest contact. As he could probably tell from the way her nipples had hardened, rubbing against his skin. (Like everything else didn't give it away that she was enjoying herself.)

The quicker stroking made her muffle a moan against his mouth. And since that deserved something in return, her own strokes got a little quicker, with a little more pressure at some spots (like, say, the head). She didn't want to push him too far, but she was definitely aiming for him to be aching to be somewhere other than just within the grasp of her hand.

Crazy how effective that was, wasn't it? The way it got him to pull in a breath, the way his entire body rocked against hers and his arm tightened and it was all he could do to keep his hand from doing what certain other parts of him wanted to be doing much, much more. And as it would turn out, he was the one to come up for air first, to break the kiss and inhale, but to make it worthwhile as best he could with a half-step and a nudge against her, and a statement that was all breath and growl and rumble in his chest, "If you have any objection to being pressed against a wall, now would be the time to tell me."

"Fuck no."

That was a no to having objections. Not a no to the wall. But that much should've been obvious enough from her tone alone, all breathy and low and approving.

Also one more unnecessarily intense stroke.

"Good." Because damn, that hand and what she was doing to him with it were enough to make him move both hands away from what he was doing - he'd get back to that soon enough - so that he could settle them on her rear and pick her up to carry her over to the nearest piece of clear wallspace.

Fortunate that he remembered to step out of his underwear first.

Sarah exhaled a pretty damned crude exclamation at the surprise of being carried. Followed immediately by a raspy laugh (also hanging on to him to best help out with the carrying, not that it was a long way). How long had he said he'd been on the island so far, again? Because she had been missing out.

"Jesus, you must really want this."

She knew she did.

"Can you blame me?"

She had a way with her everything that appealed to Kanan very much, after all, and it wasn't as though he was above showing off a bit, either. He gave her a rakish grin as he pressed her up against the wall, and then leaned in to kiss her again, grinding up against her this time as he did so.

She'd probably been about to snark something, but then there was kissing and grinding, and whatever words there'd been about to be just turned into a moan instead.

It would've probably been a 'fuuuck' if it hadn't got lost in the kiss. But digging her nails into the back of his neck probably worked too, to convey that sentiment.

It did, in fact! It conveyed that sentiment very well! Well enough to get a shudder and another grind out of Kanan. Well enough that one of his hands was moving to the back of her thigh, encouraging her to move it up and around him, to open herself to him just that little bit more.

Because damn, he did want this. He wanted it very much.

His efforts found zero resistance on her part. That leg got wound around his hip, while the hand that wasn't currently anchoring itself to the back of his neck did its level best to slide down to his ass. Because groping was fun, and so was pulling his hips into hers.

Great minds, right? Because that was exactly where Kanan's hips needed to be right then, and he gave another low hum of approval just so that she'd be aware of as much. As if the pushing up against her, moving so that he was sliding between her where his hand had been before, somehow didn't get that point across, either.

The point was really coming across loud and clear. And wasn't it nice when there was agreement? Like when she hummed right back, and the nails of both her hands scratched at his skin like she needed something right now.

Good thing she was getting it.

At this point, giving it to her, so to speak, was practically the polite thing to do, wasn't it? After all, it would never do to keep a lady waiting who was clearly in need, and those nails were more than a little convincing all on their own. And so, Kanan did, pushing into her and against her and damn near devouring her mouth as he did so, hungry and hot and every bit as in need as she was.

Yessss.

Full marks for politeness!

Which was a rare thing when it came to anything involving Sarah. Who was definitely even now muffling some curse or other into the kiss because Christ, yes that was every bit as good as she'd hoped it would be. The leg around his hip anchored itself a little better.

The wall was solid against her back and he was warm and soft but also hard against her, and all of this felt like the best damned decision she'd made in a while.

You know, Kanan was in full agreement on that point? This was an excellent decision. It was the sort of thing he'd been needing for a while, if he was thinking about things like choices instead of the present moment.

The present moment was an excellent moment, in fact. Just the right sort of moment to find a rhythm in, to move against her, to savor the way she felt around him and the way she tasted and-- Yes, this was very much the best decision he'd made in some time, too.

Considering the way Sarah generally made rubbish decisions at an alarming rate, this really was something to savour. Her hand on his ass was kneading at his skin in time with his rhythm, while the hand at the back of his neck was just making sure he'd have a nice set of nail marks on there for a little while after this.

And when her lips slipped away from his, it was to let out a moan. Nice and ragged.

Wonderfully ragged, and enough to get him to make one of his own. His own hands were similarly occupied as well, one holding her leg up by the thigh, the other behind her head, tangling in her hair, mostly to keep from knocking her head against the wall.

The rhythm was getting faster, more eager, and Kanan wasn't about to ease up or slow down unless there was some urgent need to.

There wasn't, right?

"Mmh, keep going."

So no. Absolutely no need to ease up, urgent or otherwise. A few other noises slipped out too, after the words, all speaking to the same urgent need for him to absolutely keep doing what he was doing.

"Fuck me."

Yeah, also that. Coy wasn't really Sarah's style. Even less so around someone who seemed to know what he was doing. She could reward that with explicit encouragement.

That worked out just fine. Kanan liked a woman who knew what she wanted, especially when what she wanted happened to be exactly what he was already of a mind to keep on doing. He grinned, encouraged all the more, and picked up the pace, moved against her harder still. She wanted him to fuck her? He was happy to oblige.

So they seemed to be working with a pretty clear mutual understanding here.

When the pace picked up, Sarah's head tipped back against his hand, because guess that sort of whimpery noise of pleasure just couldn't make it out otherwise? Whatever the cause, soon afterwards she was using the hand at his neck to pull him into another kiss. Kind of sloppy, but also feverish. Hungry and wanting more and more and more still.

There was definitely more to give; Kanan's own kiss in return was every bit as demanding, though little things like coordination came secondary to lust, his hand tightening in her hair and his mouth moving against hers, thrusts coming with less control and more need. His breathing was ragged whenever he bothered to inhale, which seemed less and less important with every move of his hips, every second spent kissing, every involuntary twitch and noise in his throat and every moment spent drinking in everything about the way she felt against him.

Yes, this. Absolutely worth the wait.

Sarah wanted to be stuck in this feeling forever. But he was also doing a great job of making sure that wouldn't happen, because she could feel herself getting closer to her release with each one of his thrusts, and you know what? That was good too. In fact, more than good. Fan-bloody-tastic.

She couldn't move a whole lot, pinned between his body and the wall, but she could still do her level best to squirm just a little bit against his thrusts. Add just a little bit to it.

Also the hand on his ass? Gave it a little smack before going right back to kneading. Because she was shameless, and words of encouragement had become too much trouble for their worth. Her mouth was in better use in kissing him like her life depended on whether her tongue was in contact with his or not, and her hand could convey 'rougher is okay' closely enough.

Well, that got another near-laugh out of Kanan, not outright enough to break lip contact, but there enough to be obvious, to mark the moment when he went from fucking her enthusiastically to fucking her roughly, hell-bent on dragging them both over the edge, tottering at the brink of it as he already was. His fingers dug more firmly into the underside of her thigh, all the better to pull her against him with every thrust, which came harder and more desperately with every moment more.

Sarah was good with that laugh. It meant they were speaking the same language, figuratively. And when it was followed by exactly the shift in tone she'd been going for, well, that just made it all the more obvious.

And see, roughly was just the ticket right now. It got her clinging tighter to him, digging her nails in harder (and not even sorry about all the marks she was leaving), muffling more noises against his mouth. Louder noises, no less, and matching the rising desperation of his thrusts.

Until her control snapped, of course, and she tensed, and her breath hitched, and then for a blissful moment she was all white noise inside her head and pulsing around him as the release hit her.

(And somewhere in the midst of that, her moan went a little... electronic-sounding, for just a second, and the lights flickered. Whoops. Not that either of them was likely to notice.)

MCA #5, Sunday Evening

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