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I admire your ambition, [David says truthfully, reaching for his glass and bringing it to his nose for a casual whiff and a quick sip.]

Some concrete answers would not go amiss. Do you think they're going to give you the access you'd need? The Gems can be...really weird about Gembonded, I've noticed. There are a lot of places we're not even allowed to go.

[He stays in his own lane, because he's not an answers man by nature. Leave that to the scientists and superheroes. David Rose is more than happy to hang out while someone else figures it out.]

There are certainly things I can't access. I have to assume there are areas I don't even know I don't have access to. But I'm hoping what I have is enough to make progress. And maybe building up some goodwill won't hurt.

[ She's good at what she does. And she's used to working with this kind of constraint-- searching for answers being specifically withheld from her, as opposed to the general scientific unknowns.

Taking a moment, she looks down at her glass, before looking back up through the fringe of her lashes. ]

But we're not really here to talk about work, are we?

[ she leans just a little nearer. Forensics makes for godawful dirty talk. ]

[David listens, nodding between sips of wine, but the corners of his mouth curl up delightedly when Dana fixes him with that look. He shakes his head, slow and sure, his posture straightening just a tiny bit as he leans nearer, too.]

Mmm, no we're not. You saw past my ruse. [He clicks his tongue.] Honestly, I was really hoping to hear more about the ideas you had for my mouth.

[Shameless. He's shameless.]

[ it feels like he's calling her bluff, except she's not bluffing.

Her smile curls deeper but her bottom lip catches in her teeth as she considers the next move. Probably it's obvious that she doesn't quite know how to be forward, to be casual. Should she kiss him? Is that too intimate? (Isn't that the aim here, though, some sort of intimacy?)

She decides, in the moment, to come back to that question and (for now) err on the side of boldness. The part she doesn't want to admit makes her a little nervous, because she's lost count of how many near death experiences it's been since anyone saw her like this. Because she's still too conscious of the barely-healed gunshot scar that creeps up the side of her belly. Even the gold ring in her navel doesn't do much to distract from it.

In one deliberate motion she arches her spine and pulls off her loose knit blouse, letting it fall to the floor; she unhooks her bra to give him a helping hand but doesn't slide out of the ivory satin, trimmed with lace. She leans back, arching a brow, her expression a little bit challenging. An invitation to show her what he can do. ]

[He's expecting her to kiss him. It's the easiest first step, the first bridge to cross. But she throws him a curveball, lifting her blouse off in one fluid motion, and David feels his mouth go a little dry. His dark eyes dart over the exposed skin, the pale satin just barely covering her, and then back up to her face.

It's been a long while, a couple of years, since he's been with a lady, and while he does enjoy his slutty gay gem adventures, there's something about being with a beautiful woman that just hits differently. He smirks appreciatively at her expression, liking the challenge in it, and then sets his wine glass down so he can lean over her, an arm propped on the back of the sofa.

He could say something witty, but that's not an optimal use for his mouth, in his opinion. So instead, David just leans in and kisses her, a hand cupping her jawline. He doesn't linger long on her mouth, though, exhaling a soft, satisfied sigh as he kisses down her jaw and neck, intent on showing her the good time he feels she deserves.]

[ Oh, but it's gratifying to be looked at that way. The little thrill of it helps unravel her nerves. Her expression shifts into a decided smirk as he leans in; and when he kisses her it's like breaking the surface of still water, uncovering an unseen depth. She leans into it hungrily, with a soft hum of satisfaction.

Her head tips back, eyes shut, as he moves down her throat, and she slides a hand up his shoulder to bury her fingers in his hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp. ]

[Scully's hungry response is exactly what he'd hoped to find, and it spurs David on a little more. He tongues delicately over her pulse, tasting clean skin and finding it, absurdly and impossibly, comforting. Like there's something normal and human in this huge, insane gem world. He can't really explain it so he moves on quickly enough, encouraged by Scully's fingers in his hair. David makes a soft sound of approval into her collarbone, his stubble brushing over delicate skin, a thrill going down his spine at the nails on his scalp.

Eventually, his mouth finds his target: the strap of her bra, which he takes between his teeth with a devilish grin and begins to tug the whole garment the rest of the way off. He's confident he could've unhooked it himself, but he's grateful for the assist nevertheless.

[ As always there's a wide gulf behind theory and practice. The idea of seeking people out for this-- sex, synchrony, companionship-- has had her tied up in mental knots; Catholic guilt and questionable experiences and the strangeness of her own life making a tangle of quiet uncertainty.

But in the moment it isn't complicated at all; just her and a handsome man, the heat of his mouth on her, a pleasant shiver running down her spine.

She smirks back approvingly, fingers running down to stroke the back of his neck as he bares her breasts. ]

I knew you'd get the idea.

[As he peels the garment away, David lets the strap fall from his teeth and into his lap, his hands curling at either side of her ribcage. He pauses to give her a long, admiring look, drinking her in like he had the wine now abandoned on the coffee table.]

I'm very clever, [he reminds her in a low voice, gliding one palm up beneath the curve of one lovely breast to cup her, the air leaving his lungs as he gives her a soft squeeze. God, women. Nothing quite compares.

He doesn't say anything else, just bends to lap his tongue across her nipple with a low, pleased groan. As he does, he begins to feel Synchrony wash over him noticeably, a buzz he doesn't think he could ever tire of.]

Hmmn, [ she watches him through half-lidded eyes. ] I never doubted that.

[ God, that's good. She gasps as his tongue touches her, arching her back with involuntary eagerness. In the moment it's so much easier than she expected to let go of her self-consciousness; to trust his hands on her and not worry about what came before or what happens next.

Fist tangled again in his hair, she relaxes into the swell of Synchrony; it's not as distinct as when she's tried in other situations. More an augmentation of the natural intimacy of the moment.

For a long moment she lets him work the tight bud of her nipple before she strokes his jaw, reaches to drag him back up for another kiss, all hints of shyness banished. ]

[The way Scully arches into his mouth sends a triumphant thrill lancing down his spine, his lips closing around her nipple to suck firmly until she draws him back up to her mouth. He lets his weight settle a little more fully over her as they kiss, letting her feel the way his body has taken a definite interest.

He kisses her thoroughly, not in any particular rush, happy to take his time getting to know this part of her. His hand stays on her breast, though, rolling and pinching the spit-slick bud of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.]

[ Look: Scully is a small woman. There is no arguing about it. In day-to-day life it's a frustration, a constant effort to match others' stature with the force of her willpower.

This, though, is a sort of guilty pleasure; she relishes feeling so much smaller than a partner, being pressed into the sofa by the heat of him. Whimpering softly against his mouth at the attention he's lavishing on her sensitive breasts, she clumsily slides a palm under the hem of his sweater, too greedy to pause long enough to get it off but eager to touch as much as she can. ]

[Those little whimpers that issue against his lips have David that much more keyed-up than he already was, and he can't help but let his hips press into Scully's briefly. A soft groan issues from his throat, too, feeling her palm slide up under his sweater. He's lean but muscular; turns out having a boyfriend with super-everything is a really good motivator to hit the gym.

After a little more of this, he pulls back to ask breathlessly,] Can I go down on you? [It's been ages since he's had the pleasure, and he's decided he'd really like to hear what she sounds like once he's gotten his mouth on her properly.]

[ She might protest him pulling away... But that question makes her gasp sharply instead. ]

Yes, [ she breathes, eager and shameless, his words more than enough to spark a throb of desire deep within her. It would have taken her a lot more to work up the nerve to ask for it, but yes, it's an easy answer. ]

[Dana's eager response has David splitting into a devilish grin, and he gives her one more enthusiastic kiss before he resumes kissing his way down her body. He noses into her sternum, gives each pale breast a wet kiss, before meandering lower. His body unfolds down the sofa as he kisses and nips at her lower belly, his fingers pulling down the waistband of her bottoms and underwear all in one go.]

God, [he breathes as he takes in the sight of her, dark eyes flickering back up to her face. He pauses only to strip off his cardigan and the plain white tee underneath, before he's settling back between her thighs and encouraging her to prop her knees over his broad shoulders.]

You can pull my hair all you want. Tell me if you don't like something. [That's all he can manage before he's leaning down to drag his tongue up the length of her, moaning as the taste and scent of her floods his senses.]

[ under other circumstances, if they took this slower, she might feel self conscious. But the whirlwind pace and his unmistakable enthusiasm, twined with the heady experience of sexual synchrony, make it impossible to second guess this.

Wriggling her hips to help him get her out of her pants, she tries to catch her breath a little, leaning back to admire the glimpse she gets of his body before he sinks back between her thighs, where she's already wet, eager to be touched. ]

Oh God, [ she gasps, trying not to let her hips jerk too sharply against his face, heels sliding over his back until she settles, hand sliding through his lush hair, though she's not tugging. (Yet.) ]

Don't stop, [ she breathes, more demanding than begging. ]

[It really is a shame David doesn't get to do this more often; he really does enjoy it, loves making his partner writhe and squirm over him. He makes an approving little sound at Scully's reactions, letting his hands curl around the tops of her thighs as he repeats the motion. Her fingers feel good in his curls, her heels digging into his back, and he doesn't need to be asked twice to keep going.

David takes a few moments to get to know the shape of her, letting his tongue trace her folds, seeking out the pearl of her clit to lap over it in flat, wet strokes. His thumbs press her soft thighs open a little wider, giving him a little more room to work as he laps up her arousal, a low groan issuing from his chest.]

[ Well, if he wants to keep his hand in the game-- and his very clever tongue-- needless to say, Scully is on board to help. She's magnanimous like that.

Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, head tossed back against the cushions; and though she's quiet at first, a little restrained, it doesn't take him long to tease a little whimper out, her grasp tightening in his curls, tugging lightly. And when he groans against her, the sound rumbling through sends a delicious shiver along her spine and elicits a sharp gasp. ]

Oh God, [ she whines, hips bucking; as he keeps working her with his tongue she lifts her head to watch him. The thrum of synchrony between them magnifies every sensation; she's closer already than she can believe. ]

[Every sound Scully makes, every whimper and gasp, is fuel for David's fire, the bucking of her hips and the tug of fingers in his hair leaving him even more turned on than he already was. He pulls back just long enough to gasp for air before moving back in to wrap his lips around her clit and suck. He can feel the tension building in their sync, wonders how close she is.

He wonders, too, how many times he can get her off. Not that it's a contest, but she always seems so pent-up and straight-laced. Definitely deserving of multiple orgasms, if you ask him. One hand shifts from its place around her hip to draw two fingers through her slit, gathering her arousal on his fingertips so he can rub lower and tease at her entrance.]

[ When he pulls away it spurs a little whine of protest that fairly explodes into a ragged moan as he redoubles his efforts. Back arched, she pants and twists; she's not sure she's ever been with anyone so enthusiastic about this, though, and it's revelatory. ]

Fuck, [ she breathes, high-pitched and wavering. Her free hand ghosts over her own breast as he strokes her slick flesh, the faint, teasing pressure winding her ever tighter. There's a pleading note, now, to the desperate little sounds he ekes out of her. ]

[The explosive response David gets tells him he's on the right track; he stays right where he is, a muffled moan issuing from between Scully's thighs as he really gets into it. His face is slick and wet with her arousal, just like the fingertips that dip shallowly into her entrance before pressing in with more intent, first one and then two, heeding the desperation he can hear in her voice despite the way her thighs muffle his hearing.

He's going to be so insufferable about this later on.]

[ Justified smugness is acceptable. And after this she'll probably be less shy about wiping that expression off his face if the mood takes her.

And really, he's earning it. He doesn't relent, and though she's arguably at his mercy the sound of his moan against her quivering thighs makes her feel oddly powerful, a rush that floods through their bond of synchrony as her fist clenches in his curls.

In the end it's the delicious pressure of his fingers inside her that undoes her; she comes hard and suddenly, clenching around him and trembling a little, her moan loud and shameless. ]

[His jaw is starting to ache, but David doesn't relent until he feels Scully clamp down around his fingers, trembling. Not even then, really; he works her through her orgasm until he feels her begin to grow over-sensitive, then draws away with one last lap through her folds as he draws his fingers out. He eases her thighs down from his shoulders and sits back on his heels, clearly enjoying the sight of her in her afterglow and feeling very proud of himself, thanks very much.]

So? [he asks, wiping off his face on the back of his wrist, his other hand soothing idly over her hip.] Did I pass muster?

[ God, that's hot. She floats in a drowsy haze for a moment as he untangles himself from her legs, looking thoroughly debauched; a deep flush painting her cheeks and chest, her breath still ragged. She flashes a smile as she drags herself back to reality, running a hand through the tangle of her hair and sitting up a little straighter. It's far less guarded than her usual smile, flashing teeth; the kind of grin she's always afraid looks a little goofy, but the self-conscious part of her has been soothed away, for the moment. ]

No complaints here, [ she nearly purrs, deceptively mild; she leans forward to catch a quick kiss, sliding a hand onto his thigh. ]

[David licks his lips, eyes dragging over her with undeniable hunger as she comes back to her body, and when she leans up for a kiss he responds by threading his hand into the tangle of her hair, pulling her close by the waist.]

Good, [he breathes between smooches,] 'cause I'm not nearly done with you. [Her lips, her soft skin, all the gorgeous little sounds she makes...how could he not be eager for more of her?]

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