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« d.rose » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DAVID ROSE ✦ schitt's creek
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[faithfulskeptic]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ 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. ]

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[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?

[faithfulskeptic]

[ 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. ]

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[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?]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ How can she help smirking a little at that? His attention does wonders for her ego. It's not exactly that she lacks confidence, but that she rarely lets herself acknowledge that it matters; how she looks, whether she's attractive. For so long she has defined herself by less tangible things-- intellect, expertise, authority-- it's liberating, for a moment, to set it aside. To be in her body, and revel in feeling and sensation and the appreciation he's lavishing on her. ]

We're just getting started, [ she laughs, shifting to straddle his lap, smoothing a hand down his chest and rolling her hips to tease him. ]

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[David feels his mouth go dry as Scully moves to straddle his lap, and all he can do is nod quickly and enthusiastically as his hands settle on her hips. His chest is carpeted in dark, neatly-trimmed hair that ruffles beneath her hand, disappearing below the waistband of his joggers low on his hips. A low, filthy groan tears from his throat as he bucks up into her teasing.]

Um— [David licks his lips, fixes her with a very matter-of-fact look that cuts deliberately through the awkwardness inherent in what he's about to say.] So, from what I understand, it's impossible to get sick or pregnant here? But there is a condom in my pants pocket, if that feels better for you.

[faithfulskeptic]

[ matter-of-fact is a good tactic with Scully, and frankly, proactive responsibility is pretty hot. 

She'd mulled the question over before he got here-- before she texted, actually, because overthinking is a way of life. In the moment, it's a totally different calculus.  There's the practical, rational part of her that says always, always; and then there's the part of her captivated only by sensation, the promise of him pressed against her, hard and hot. 

When she has been reckless-- and at times she is, like she saves up all her chaos and impulsivity and passion for a rainy day-- she has been more reckless than this, so it doesn't seem like the moment to do this by halves. ]

We don't need it, [ she decides, murmuring it like a secret against his ear, pausing to press a kiss to his neck. ] I want to feel everything.

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[David shudders at the murmur of Dana's voice in his ear, his grip tightening on her hips as her words register and send a pang of arousal straight to his dick.] Yeah? [His voice is a little breathier than he'd like, and he clears his throat as she kisses his neck.]

Cool. Do you want to...here? Or bed?

[He's not as smooth with the words as usual, either, which he thinks can be blamed on the blood rushing southward. He can't help but rock upward to seek out a little relief, nosing upward to kiss just below her ear.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Her laugh breaks off into a little breathy noise as he arches against her. It's a powerful argument for not moving at all, but even in the moment a little of her practical nature remains intact. ]

Bed,

[ she says decisively, stroking a hand through his hair. More space and far less chance of sliding off onto the coffee table at an inopportune moment. She shifts a little, trying to get a foot onto the ground, not quite trusting her own steadiness. ]

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Bed, [David agrees, liking the decisiveness in her voice and her hand in his hair. He assists her to her feet with a steady hand, casting an admiring gaze at all her lovely soft skin, hands sliding off her hips once he can follow her up to his feet.

He's...very visibly straining the front of his joggers as he follows her toward the bedroom, but he refuses to be embarrassed about it when that's the whole entire point to begin with.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Indeed, that is why he's here. She casts an appreciative look at the bulge in his pants before meeting his gaze again, dark-eyed and hungry as she leads him to the other room.

Her bedroom is much like the rest of the house; cozy but carefully neutral, a mild scented candle in a jar burning on the bureau, her bed crisply made with clean grey sheets. (If there was ever any doubt about her military upbringing, the way she makes a bed would put that to rest.)

Turning somewhat abruptly she closes the distance between them and sets her hands on his hips to push his pants down, too eager to be coy about it. ]

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[Normally David might take a moment to check out the decor, but there's no room in his focus for distractions, not when Scully is naked and eyeing him up like he's her next meal. He pushes the door shut with his heel, not that it particularly matters, but he's used to having to keep things in his life rather tightly partitioned, and he hasn't quite shaken the habit after a year away from the motel suite he shared with his family.

She doesn't stray too far from him, and he scoffs out a breath of pleasant surprise as Dana reaches for his pants and pulls them down. His cock springs out, flushed pink and bobbing heavy between his thighs as he kicks his pants the rest of the way off. He smooths his hands over her sides.]

Tell me where you want me?

[faithfulskeptic]

[ How can you expect a girl to make decisions in a moment like this? She rolls her neck with a thoughtful hum, deceptively casual as she reaches for him, drags her fingertips along the underside of his length, her eyes locked on his. Maybe this is why she's not in the habit of letting herself want, because when she does she is relentless. ]

On your back, [ she decides. At least for a start she wants to be on top. With a little smile, a little less wicked but full of anticipation, she steps back to open up the path between him and her bed. ]

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[David feels his mouth fall slightly open at the light, teasing touch of her fingertips, a shudder wracking his spine. He returns her smile as he passes, a little bewildered as always at how easy it is for petite women to boss him around.]

Yep. Going. [He clambers onto the bed, scoots up to the headboard and makes himself comfortable. With a deep breath of anticipation, he gives himself a few cursory strokes to stave off just how fucking turned-on he is.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ To be fair, bossing people around is a skill she's honed for years and years, it's no wonder she's good at it.

She does take a long moment to appreciate the view as he settles; if she weren't so overwhelmingly eager she might demand a show, because it's impossible not to feel flattered as she watches him touch himself. But she is eager, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips without hesitation.

With a sly smile and a pleased little sigh she leans forward to kiss him, sliding her slick flesh against his cock to tease; but she has no real desire to keep either of them waiting, so she pulls back quickly to position herself and sink down onto him. ]

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[David is a man accustomed to being looked at, both appreciatively and very much the opposite, and he's thankful now that it's the former and not the latter. He watches Scully climb up to join him with a similarly appreciative look, hunger simmering in his gaze, and as soon as she's near enough his hands find her hips again. They smooth down her thighs, soft skin on soft skin, and he shudders and lets out a helpless moan as she slides over him, warm and wet.]

Fuhhhh—

[The curse melts into nothing as she sinks onto him, his spine arching as she envelops him in silky heat, his hands curling tight around her hips.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Savoring the feeling, she's still for a long moment, eyes half-shut. ]

Oh,

[ she sighs reverently; her spine is arched gracefully, her chin tipped up. She smiles faintly as he reaches for her hips, and leans forward a little, hair falling to cast indistinct shadows over her expression as she moves, slowly, rising and sinking, stretching long-unused muscles and trying to find a comfortable pace for both of them. ]

[zhampagne]

Mmhmm.

[David swallows heavily, taking in every inch of Dana with almost reverent stillness as he lets her adjust for a moment. She makes for a very nice eyeful, graceful and lovely atop his lap, and she feels even better than she looks. His breath stutters as she begins to move, achingly slow.]

Christ, you feel— [He lets out a soft laugh.] Incredible. It's been...awhile, with a woman.

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Sinking, she settles, relishing the fullness, the closeness. ]

Been a while for me too,

[ she admits, saying it like that's not a big deal; no reason it has to be a big deal. There's something to be said for the kindness of near-strangers; people who don't know all her baggage. ]

Ah... God...

[ She reaches forward to brace her hands on his shoulders so she can shift her angle as she moves again. ]

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Yeah? [It comes out breathy as the weight of her settles over him again, leaving him feeling a bit punched-out in the lungs. And then she shifts forward and David feels his spine turn liquid as he presses even deeper. God, she feels incredible, all of her so warm and soft; when you've been fucking a man riddled in scars for the better part of a year, it's a nice treat to fuck someone soft for a change.

He exhales, shaky, and braces his heels on the bed so he can roll his hips upward at a pace matching her own. His brow furrows slightly in concentration, mostly because he's working very hard not to lose it too quickly.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Riding him like this means she can set the pace, which seemed appealing when she was thinking mainly about her own pleasure; but watching him react is nearly as good as the physical sensation.

It's certainly a good boost for her ego.

And... she thinks, she wants to come first for the sake of watching him, as much as for... well, the obvious; so she slides a practiced hand down to touch herself. ]

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[As soon as they've settled into a rhythm, David's hands begin to wander, smoothing up and down her thighs, over the curve of her hips, and up her ribcage to cup her breasts. His eyes stay trained on her, pupils blown wide and dark with want, taking her in like a feast for the eyes as she rides him.

He watches, too, as her hand slides down between them, and can't help but let his hand drift down, too. Not to crowd hers out, but to hold her open a little wider, so he can see. Still dripping wet and so lovely.]

You're gorgeous, [he blurts, breathless, his knees hitching a little higher to give himself better leverage.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ The unexpected sweetness of that gets a broad grin out of her, but she doesn't slow, not even a little. God, it's good to be touched; she makes a needy little noise low in her throat as he brushes her nipples, and shifts her knees to try and offer him a better view.

She's not usually much of an exhibitionist, but she's not shy; and if he's into it, she's into that. And between the look in his eyes and the shift in angle, it doesn't take her long; she comes with a bitten-off cry, curling toward him, her whole body shaking. ]