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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"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.)

Notice? Notice what? Kanan's attention was on a few very specific things, like the way the world was falling away underfoot and the sounds coming from Sarah's throat - not that he was paying attention to more than the fact that they were - and the way she felt around him and how there was very definitely an edge and he was falling over it, too, all while managing to remain upright. He was tangentially aware that upright was still a good direction to be pointing, at least.

Vaguely, somewhere far away, the rest of the world existed. And in a few moments it came drifting back, consisting first and foremost of Sarah, who was getting another, somewhat more lazy, appreciative kiss, just in case she was wondering how he'd liked all of that.

You know what? That was a pretty nice kind of kiss to get under these circumstances. Which was a realization Sarah was having just because she honestly wasn't used to it, for reasons that did not need exploring at this juncture. She responded in kind, lazily, humming a content little sound into it.

Her nails had been switched for the pads of her fingertips again, brushing agains the back of his neck and pushing just barely up into his hair.

In a second, she was going to want to put her foot back on the floor, but she wasn't in a rush.

The content sound that Kanan made in reply was a sort of pleased, "Mmmhmm," of agreement. This was nice. This was good. If she also had a mind to, he would most certainly be up for more of this in the future. His grip on her thigh loosened, fingers moving to trace light circles over her skin, and the fingers in her hair relaxed as well.

When he finally did ease back from the kiss, he was wearing a little smile. Yeah. He'd needed that.

"Oh, I like you," he decided, far more an offhand, approving murmur than the hungry noises he'd been making just a few minutes before.

Sarah chuckle was quiet and kind of throaty. "Yeah?" she drawled, smirking lazily, as her foot found its way back to the floor. Other than that, though, she wasn't making a single damned move to get him away from herself. "Wouldn't have guessed."

No, everything just now had given her a pretty clear picture of his probable feelings.

"Understandable oversight," Kanan decided, nipping somewhat playfully at her bottom lip as he let his hands both meander to the small of her back. "I'm very mysterious, after all."

Sure, Kanan. Sure thing.

Well if he was doing that with his hands, she really had to loosely loop her arms around his neck. It was like a rule or something.

She rolled her eyes and let another one of those rough little laughs slip out. "The only mysterious thing about you is how the fuck you've been living next door for even as long as you have without this happening before."

Because it was a travesty, was what it was.

"No karking clue," Kanan admitted, and then he was chuckling and shaking his head a bit. "But that's a mistake I'm willing to remedy any time."

Any time. Seriously. This was basically the best distraction he'd had since finding himself on the island.

"You can be the new on-call shag," Sarah quipped, before giving his lip a little playful nip of her own because eh, why the hell not? "An on-call hard-on, if you will."

Her jokes were terrible when she was in a good mood.

That was fine. Kanan found that he was far more forgiving of terrible jokes when he was in a good mood, himself.

"Deal," he replied. "One thing I pride myself on is my ability to get ready for anything on very little notice, after all."

... This was true, more or less, even when not talking about sex.

"'S a valuable skill," Sarah replied, nodding sagely. Then she tilted her head mock quizzically. "But how's your staying power? 'Cause I've got plenty more booze and crisps, and a couple more places to test you out in."

It was a big apartment, after all!

"Before we seal the deal. Just to make sure you've got what it takes."

Kanan just raised both eyebrows, attempting to look innocent and confused, and mostly just coming off as totally game.

"Why, are you questioning my stamina? Because if you are, there's really only one way to be sure, isn't there?"

Don't worry, Sarah. Kanan could handle it.

Sarah figured as much. And it pleased her greatly.

And she snickered at his expression but still managed a mock solemn nod all the same. "Of course I am," she said. "So you'll just have to show me."

"Challenge accepted," Kanan replied, leaning in with a shameless smile to kiss her again, and then stooping down to see if he could do anything even more exciting with his mouth, this time around.

It was going to be a fun night. He could tell already.

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