The sound of Kit's pleasure, the invitation implicit in her kiss and the sudden spasms clamping down around him made it pretty much impossible for John to hold back any longer even if he'd wanted to. He kissed back with equal measures tenderness and savagery, then set his brow against her collarbone and came with a low, guttural cry, his entire body jerking convulsively with each searing throb.
As the pleasure gradually waned, it left him trembling to the core and wanting on a purely physical level to collapse and sleep curled up around her for about a week, but they weren't done yet. He rested where he was for a minute or two, letting his pulse slow a little, and swallowed a couple of times before he tried to speak.
"Kit, luv," he finally panted, laying his head on her shoulder as his fingers brushed her cheekbone lightly, almost reverently, and then moved past to curve carefully around the side of Crowley's face where the demon was mirroring his posture at her back, "d'you remember that time...I fell off the couch...and almost put my eye out on the coffee table?"
Glancing up, he searched her face for understanding, and more important, for acquiescence, well aware that it was quite a bit to ask at this stage in the game. What he saw seemed encouraging enough to go on, though; so he straightened up slowly (pausing for another quick kiss) and resettled himself with his back against the headboard, then beckoned to Crowley as Kit started to turn. "Come here, mate..."
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Date: 2007-04-16 08:08 pm (UTC)As the pleasure gradually waned, it left him trembling to the core and wanting on a purely physical level to collapse and sleep curled up around her for about a week, but they weren't done yet. He rested where he was for a minute or two, letting his pulse slow a little, and swallowed a couple of times before he tried to speak.
"Kit, luv," he finally panted, laying his head on her shoulder as his fingers brushed her cheekbone lightly, almost reverently, and then moved past to curve carefully around the side of Crowley's face where the demon was mirroring his posture at her back, "d'you remember that time...I fell off the couch...and almost put my eye out on the coffee table?"
Glancing up, he searched her face for understanding, and more important, for acquiescence, well aware that it was quite a bit to ask at this stage in the game. What he saw seemed encouraging enough to go on, though; so he straightened up slowly (pausing for another quick kiss) and resettled himself with his back against the headboard, then beckoned to Crowley as Kit started to turn. "Come here, mate..."