[Open - Area Around Irish Coffee After Midnight]

[everywere]

I check all the locks and alarms again, even though I did that all on my last sweep. Routine is both an enemy and an ally. As long as I don't use the routine to become lazy and remain alert, it's my ally. Not that this place is a likely target but lack of vigilance is an enemy.

I can hear the training drilled into my head, even if I don't remember where and when it came from. Like everything else I know it's just there. No memory of how or why, just there.

I hear a sound, faint, but definitely there. No human could hear it, but then I'm not human. I don't know what I am, exactly, but I'm not human.

I sweep the flashlight back and forth, although I keep it on more to blind others than help me see. I can see perfectly in the dark, just like I can hear things a human shouldn't. I take a deep breath and I can smell that whatever it is, it's a human. Or at least smells similar to a human.

"Who's there?" I call out.

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[irishcoffee]

Maggie was waiting for the stop, the slow flick or soft kisses that usually came after she did, but...fuckfuckfuck...her hips bucked against his hold, her eyes slam shut. "Jack..I..Jack...ohfuck!"

She could feel every inch of his tongue as it fucked her again and again, going deeper inside her with every thrust until the end flicked her g-spot and she screamed again, a loud and long, legs clamping down on his head, her hand fisting in his hair.

[everywere]

Yes! Howl! Let others know I am good mate!

I don't let up, not for a long time, not until I'm sure that I've broken some part of her. That animal side in me wants to dominate her by proving I'm the best she could get while the human side is so aroused it can't stand it but also wants to pay her back for the kindness.

When I'm finally satisfied she's had enough for the moment I roll to the side, tongue shifting back to normal as I scoot up next to her. Running fingers through her hair I can't help the smug smile on my face.

Strongest! Best at mating!

[irishcoffee]

"I'd ask what the hell that was," Maggie said, purring slightly and pressing her lithe body against his, rubbing against him just a little, "but I don't want to jinx it."

Her fingers rested on his chest, tracing little patterns while her body continued to throw aftershocks.

[everywere]

"Cat had my tongue," I say, reaching an arm over to wrap around her and pull her close, half on me. I'm still hard and aching for more, but I like this. I like just being with her and feeling her skin against me. Almost like where she touches me it doesn't hurt quite so much.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's head popped up to look at his face. "You. That was..." Her eyes rolled in her head, mostly because she could remember every inch as if he was still buried inside her. "That was incredible," she said as her eyes opened. "Amazing," she said and lowered her head, "blew my fucking mind," she finished before her lips took his in a deep kiss, purring again when she tasted herself on his lips this time.

[everywere]

I kiss her back, chest puffing up at how good it was for her. I like that, being good for her. Not just as a pride thing, but as a way to make her feel good. Feel happy. I don't have a lot of that in my life and she gave me some and I want to repay that.

My hands run along her back, feeling how smooth her skin is, feeling the muscles shifting under my hands as I pull her more on top of me, trapping my cock between us.

[irishcoffee]

Thankful that the itch already starting for him again was more need than demand, Maggie started nuzzling his neck again when he slipped his cock up and against her belly. He'd liked that earlier and she loved the way he tasted. The thought had her chuckling as she began a slow rock of her hips, mouth moving lower to his pecs, to flat, hard nipples, to the ridges of his belly.

[everywere]

I give a happy purr as she nuzzled at me, body shifting under her. She hardly weighs anything but the pressure and movements are just enough to feel good against me. Every inch she kissed felt calm and soothed for a moment before a spike of desire shot through me again, aching for her to do it again. I rock my hips up against her, wanting more, wanting to feel that need inside me satisfied by her.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie nipped the skin of his belly, his hip, then back around to just under his navel. She loved the little sounds he made, purrs and growls that fanned the little flames that were burning all through her body. She shifted, just a little, to settle between his legs, then brushed her cheek along the length of his cock, her breath warming just the tip. "My turn," she said softly.

[everywere]

She was teasing me, torturing me and I loved every second of it and couldn't get enough. I knew there would be payoff eventually but something about this appealed to me.

Fun. Biting. Playful. Good mating.

"Yes, your turn."

[irishcoffee]

"Good." Maggie hummed when he agreed and moved once more, just a little higher, and swallowed him whole, tip to root, straight down her throat. Her humming didn't let up, the vibration of her lips move against his shaft as her head moved slowly up and down, over and over, in a slow but steady rhythm. And she thought he tasted good when she kissed him. This was so much better.

[everywere]

I call out her name as she takes me in her mouth, all the way in at once. She's humming and the vibrations go right through my entire body. My back arches and one hand reaches out to grip her hair, body trembling. If it keeps feeling this good I don't know if I'll last long.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie growled against his cock when he gripped her hair and the tug made her increase her pace, head bobbing and throat opening to take him deeper for a few strong, steady strokes. When she came slowly off his cock, she lingered at the tip, tongue swirling around a few times before looking up at him. "You can move, Jack."

[everywere]

My breathing is faster, panting now. I want to release but I don't want it to stop. Her mouth on me feels so good and when she pulls off and uses just her tongue I whimper softly.

When she says I can move I immediately push my hips up to her mouth again while pushing her head down. Insistent.

[irishcoffee]

Pleasure spiked in her when he put his hand on her head, when he fucked her mouth with that one stroke. She wanted more and kept her mouth humming, tongue flat against the underside of his cock, encouraging, hoping for what other men had seemed reluctant to do. In an attempt to keep him moving, Maggie skimmed her hand up the inside of his thigh and wrapped soft fingers around his balls, a finger tip stroking just beyond before giving them a squeeze.

[everywere]

I growl and shove her head down harder now, then back up. My hips and hand are in a rhythm, fucking her mouth with my cock. The pleasure is almost painful but I won't stop. Both human and animal side of me love this, dominating her but knowing she has the control, submission and domination by both of us.

Good mating! Best kind of mating!

I release without warning, pushing her head down as I come, wanting her to take all of me as I explode, balls twitching in her hand.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie choked for a second when he came without warning, but she recovered quickly and hollows her cheeks and takes everything he gives her, sucking at his cock to get every drop. She takes her time moving her lips from his cock, keeping her lips around him with tight suction until she pops off the tip with a kiss before crawling up his body.

Her mouth finds its way to his throat again; a spot that's rapidly becoming her favorite spot.

[everywere]

My feet twitch and I purr as she hits that spot on my neck again. I'm not exactly tired but I'm relaxed. Content. Peaceful in a way I've never felt. I snuggle up closer to her, arms wrapping around her to hold her loosely.

"I like how you smell," I say, too late realizing how dumb that sounds.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's fingers were back on his chest, his arms, fingertips skimming the slightly raised ink. "Now you've got me curious. How do I smell?"

[everywere]

"Like... the mountain," I say, wondering how to describe it. Scents are hard to describe, almost like tastes. "Clean air, fresh earth, cool water and... almost like a campfire. And sex. And now like me."

I like that she smells like me and I nuzzle her again, a very cat gestures.

[irishcoffee]

"You're smelling my magic somehow," Maggie said, a little awed. "I can call the elements, draw power from them. It's why I don't wear shoes, or much at all that keeps me from connecting with them. I've never met anyone who could do that. They can sense my magic, but not the elements associated with it."

Then she smiled. "I like smelling like you."

[everywere]

I'm sure it's significant that I can smell her magic, but right now I can't care. This is all... this is all good. Normal. Better than I've ever had before. I'm a bit scared it won't last though. I don't have a lot to offer besides the sex.

"You'll probably smell like me for a while after this."

[irishcoffee]

"I'm not seeing a downside," Maggie laughed softly and turned to press a kiss to his chest. "If I fall asleep...," she said, half smothering a yawn against his chest.

[everywere]

"If?" I ask with a chuckle, because I can already feel her getting tired. I feel like I could sleep if I wanted, which is rare for me. I like this, the idea of sleeping, especially of sleeping next to her.

[irishcoffee]

"If I fall asleep," she said and stretched up to hunt along his jaw for his lips, "will you stay?"

Tomorrow she'd remember rules. Right now, this felt too good. He felt too good.