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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.]

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[David watches, fascinated, his blood rushing in his ears as Dana works herself over his cock, her fingers practiced between her thighs. When she comes, she clamps down so tightly around him that it steals his breath from his lungs.

His hands, absent their usual heavy silver rings, smooth over her hips and thighs as she trembles. He lets out a ragged moan, fucking her through it, close himself but not quite there. David waits until she's got her breath back before giving her a questioning glance, his face flushed.]

Good if I—? [Keep going?]

[ It's not quite as intense as her first time was; but it's good, and the upshot is, her recovery is a little quicker. Not that she's particularly composed, with ruddy cheeks and her hair a mess. ]

Yes, [ she sighs, rocking a little to urge him on. ]

[David nods, quickly, his hands tight on her thighs, and gives a few more languid thrusts before he seems to make his mind up about something.]

Fuck, here, hang on— let me just—

[He groans, tenses for a moment, and then sits up, letting his thighs spread as he tilts forward. He eases Dana onto her back, bowing over her, and then lets his hips resume their pistoning, a little more quickly than before. He follows her not long after, moaning and shuddering as he presses deep inside and comes, remembering how she'd wanted to feel everything and finding that he quite agrees with the sentiment.]

God, [he sighs as he finally eases out of her, sweat beading his brow as he sits back on his heels.]

[ This is just on the right side of too much; her head tips back and she shuts her eyes, focused on the feelings as he thrusts up into her; but when he speaks she looks back down at him, sex-drunk and almost drowsy.

Getting the idea she hangs on as he shifts their position, with a little thrill; a breathy sigh melts into a low moan as he fucks into her faster, though she hasn't got the presence of mind to do much more than hang on and feel. It's too soon to come again, but God, it's good to feel him lose himself in her.

She manages to prop herself up on an elbow and offer a crooked grin. ]

That was... [ She's breathing heavy, not at the top of her eloquence. ] Wow.

[He can't resist reaching over and pushing her hair away from her face; even out of breath and sweaty she's pretty, and he ducks back down to steal a quick kiss off her lips.]

Yeah? [He huffs, moving to stretch out across the other side of the mattress so he can catch his breath and let his racing heartbeat slow.]

Couldn't have said it better myself.

[ After sex is always, in her experience, a little awkward, but her skin is still humming and she hasn't quite found her way to feeling self-conscious. It doesn't hurt that David seems completely at ease, setting the tone as he sprawls out on her mattress.

Her smile softens a little as she rolls onto her side. ]

You can come visit any time, [ she says teasingly. ]

[Once he's regained some equilibrium, David props himself up on an elbow, his other hand raking his wayward curls back away from his face.]

Think I'll have to, [he murmurs, giving her a little grin.] Or you could come over to mine. This bed's nice but it's got nothing on my mattress.

Oh?

[ She lets her gaze rake slowly down his body, appreciating the view. Yeah, she could make a habit of this. Fun, manna, and relatively few strings attached. ]

You'll have to show me sometime.

Happy to.

[David preens a little bit under Scully's appreciative gaze; he's worked hard on his body, spent countless hours in the gym, not to mention the time it takes to carefully trim the neat crop of dark hair that smatters his chest and leads in a trail down to his groin. He stretches, and pushes himself up to sit.]

I should get out your hair, probably.

Hhmnn.

[ The vague noise is plausibly not a dismissal, but definitely an agreement; one more point in David's favor is his good timing. ]

[He leans across her one more time, shooting her a fond smile and dropping a peck on her cheek. Then he finally rolls out of bed and starts hunting down his outfit, piece by piece. David pulls his sweater over his head and smooths his hair back, lingering by the door to add:]

Any time at all. Mean it.

[ The upshot of being in her own home is that she doesn't need to do more than grab a robe, and help him find some of his discarded things. David is clearly magic, because she doesn't feel particularly awkward at all. ]

I won't be a stranger, [ she promises with a smile, seeing him out. ]

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