sampippy | Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

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Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

Xanthippe was having a panic attack.

Okay, no she wasn't. But it felt like the brink of one? Because she was on the sidewalk outside the building she lived in now, waiting for Hyacinthe, and up - way, way up - in her apartment she had stuff ready for his visit and a couple of gifts because maybe this'd be the last time before he finally went home, and what if he didn't like anything and what if she was a huge loser and what if --

Anyway. Outwardly, she was mostly cool? Just... standing there, beanie on her head and a coat on over her dress, fidgeting with her phone for lack of a better thing to do with her hands. She looked fine.

But she was going to internally flail herself to death if he didn't get here soon.

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Xanthippe hissed at the bite, but it was a good hiss. She could feel her nipples hardening into peaks under her bra, under her dress. The awareness of how they were both still halfway clothed was a rush on its own, somehow.

"No kidding," she sighed. "And you're so hard."

Inane, but accurate!

"All for you," he panted, pulling her hips out a little further so he could thrust harder, faster. "Damnation, Xanthippe, how are you this perfect?"

"Because you make me this perfect."

The words were a whimper, and this was the only sort of moment he would find her just accepting his claims of perfection like that.

Her head was tipping forward and her nails were trying to dig into the wall for a better hold against the way her body moved with his movements, and she felt just about ready to unravel already. No surprise, really, with the way the elevator had left her feeling.

"I wanted to take my time with you," he said, his hand leaving her hip to fill itself with her breast. "Wanted to kiss you everywhere and make sweet love to you."

He pinched her nipple, leaving it a standing point. "Instead I find myself mad until I have a chance to possess you entirely....just...like...this." His last words were punctuated by sharp snaps of his hips.

Maybe later, Xanthippe would gloat about how despite their best-laid plans (pun not intended), he'd once more ended up too far gone for any of the finesse those required.

But right now? Maybe it was the words and his hand and the angle of the sharper thrusts. "You're gonna possess me in so many new waohhhhhh my --" Her voice was a sultry sort of panting, until it dissolved into a considerably louder moan, and then died off abruptly into something more like choking on air. She'd never come on his bare cock before, so... that was an experience. And a little abrupt.

But if he could withstand it once, he might get to coax another one out of her. So there was his probable incentive to try, at least.

As much as he would love to counter her gloating with some crowing of his own, Hyacinthe was far too close to hold off properly.

It would definitely be on the agenda for 'later' though. Because feeling her around him with nothing between his cock and her gripping wet heat...

"Tell me now do I need to spend outside you," he moaned in her ear, hips not faltering even once.

Goddammit, if she'd been a little further off from her release and not... well, still directly in the middle of it, Xanthippe would have had such good and dirty replied and suggestions for that.

But all she managed was a weak and gaspy, "N-no." And even that kind of turned into a whimper because she was experiencing some pretty relevant overload in the best way.

Hyacinthe's response wasn't in words. More a low, appreciative groan, his hand falling back to her hips to hold her steady as as he let himself go.

One thrust. "Xan..."

A second. "I just--"

And the last. And again, no words. Just a loud shout as he emptied himself inside her.

Xanthippe had just enough presence of mind to actually push back against his hips some the second it became obvious that that last thrust was the last one. Look, if he was getting permission to come inside her, then apparently she was going to make sure he did.

Then, with a shiver, she half-slumped against the wall, going from leaning against her hands to leaning against her forearms. Just seemed steadier and safer somehow.

"Oh my God."

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"Bloody hell," Hyacinthe muttered, all but collapsing against her, trapping her between his body and the wall. "Cherie," he groaned, but couldn't think of anything else to say.

His hands still stroked her, but gentler now. Like he couldn't keep his hands away.

Xanthippe was fine being trapped. Wasn't like she was in a rush to go anywhere. She even let her forehead press against the wall, while she tried to let her breathing even out.

For a moment, that was all the sound there was.

And then, very softly, she murmured, "I missed you."

Hyacinthe buried his face in the hair at the back of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin. "I've missed you too," he murmured. "Not just the way it feels to be buried inside you--" though Blessed Elua, had he missed that, too "--but you."

"I know." Somehow, she did. Maybe it was the phone calls they'd been making, lately. Sure, those were predictable in getting dirty, but that wasn't all they were.

"Me too." One unsteady hand came off the wall to try and tug one of his arms more firmly around her. "I mean, not just the sex --" Although, yes, Jesus, she had missed that too. "-- but just... you."

With his easy touches and illegally comfortable presence.

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Hyacinthe groaned and pushed away, sliding out of her. But she barely had a moment to regret his distance before he was pulling her to him, wrapping her in his arms and clasping her to his chest. "You are my friend, Xanthippe. Before anything else and after it, too. Even did I never get a chance to taste you again - and my life would be poorer for it - you would be important to me."

Xanthippe leaned against him pretty hard, and pretty much immediately. Greedy, like she had been on the street.

Her eyes were shut tight again.

"Yeah. You're my friend, too." The best one, actually, but she didn't dare say that.

"Though I must admit, I like the way our friendship involves a great deal of naked time," Hyacinthe said lightly, nuzzling her neck.

Xanthippe huffed out a quiet laugh.

"That's, like... most of the time." It seemed like they were actually uncharacteristically clothed right now.

"I know, 'tis delightful," Hyacinthe said, gently leading her over to a couch where they could snuggle.

Xanthippe's apartment was kind of ridiculously spacious, but it still wasn't a very long trek to the couch. Which was also, yes, kind of ridiculously big and luxurious. And super soft, though right now Xanthippe would probably flopped down on it just as easily even if it hadn't been.

"You're delightful."

"Ahh, I know the correct response for this!" Hyacinthe said, with a grin. "Nay, your face is delightful."

And to prove it, he was leaning down to kiss her. Soft, this time, and very sweet.

Xan responded in kind, both soft and sweet as well as still very eager to kiss him. To linger in the feel of it.

Her hand ended up in his hair almost straight away.

Hyacinthe leaned back, pulling Xanthippe on top of him. They were both still overdressed, but the soft kisses were too nice to interrupt.

At least Xanthippe was just an unzipped dress and an unclasped bra away from being the appropriate amount dressed. But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to change that, either.

Not when she was so busy acting like she was going to just melt onto him, letting her weight rest against him as she kept kissing him. Sweet, and slow.

Hyacinthe's hands were busy attempting to divest her of her clothing anyway, slowly pulling the tab of the zipper down, sliding his hands over her skin to push the fabric ever downward. His pants were still open, hanging halfway down his hips, his shirt rucked up to show the smoothly-muscled planes of his stomach.

"We shall have to spend some time, just like this," he murmured. "Holding you to me as the world goes on its merry way."

Xanthippe tried resting her forehead against his for a second, exhaling a breath. "But I thought you might want a tour of the apartment," she murmured, amused somehow.

Just like she'd thought they might want something from the deli for their pizza.

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