Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dog_eat_dog) wrote2013-09-25 12:42 am
dog_eat_dog) wrote2013-09-25 12:42 am
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FICLET 014
It's late, five-to-six, and Joel is out of Tess for barely a moment before she is pushing them apart and reaching to find her pants. She's still breathless, even, and he can tell by the way that she wiggles her toes and flexes her feet that she's still feeling him. God, if only she'd stop to enjoy it longer, instead of rushing off like this.
"Just stay here tonight," he says, sounding almost a little forceful. That's how you keep yourself from sounding hopeful: make it sound like a command. "It's already late and I don't wanna risk you gettin' caught breakin' curfew."
Her jeans are stiff from being hand-washed in the sink the day before, and she has to wiggle her hips a bit to get them on. He feels annoyed just watching her put all this effort into rushing about, running out on him when she doesn't need to go.
"I've still got five minutes," Tess says, and she says it all in one big exhale. The smile on her face is comfortable, satiated, the cat that got the cream. Joel wishes he could feel the same way both out and in. "I can make it if I jog."
"They've been pretty ruthless lately."
Tess shrugs, buttoning the front of her jeans and then reaching for the rest of her clothes. She stuffs her bra into her bag and pulls her tank top over her head. Her nipples tent the fabric over her breasts for a moment, and then are hidden by her denim jacket. The buttons close one by one.
"No one's gonna notice one night, Tess."
To his strange disappointment, Tess just leans over to him and presses a kiss to his forehead, almost at the hairline, and then pulls away.
"I'm sorry, Joel," she says, over her shoulder, and she only turns back to look at him when she's at the front door and opening the chain. "See you in the morning for the drop, yeah?"
Joel says nothing, he just nods and watches her go. He knows that's just how she is; she'll let him stay at her place once in a rare while, but god, she'll never stay at his but she'll never say why.
For a moment he sits in frustrated silence, and then he rolls over in bed, hand moving to his cock. It's still slick from his romp with Tess, and her panties are crumpled between the sheets, forgotten in her haste. Yet still, he can't even muster up the will to treat himself to a second round.
Instead, he drifts off into an early, fitful sleep.
---
It's late, twenty-past-three, and Tess has been in his arms for fifteen long, lovely minutes –– long enough for last flickers of her orgasm to subside, for the feeling to return in her toes. Sleepiness washes over her, and Joel indulges her in a cuddle, his face buried in her hair and her back against his chest. They breathe together, breaths growing long and low, and she doesn't want to get up.
But she has to.
"Tess," he murmurs, "we can't fall asleep like this."
Not with Ellie's room so close, that is.
Her eyelids feel too heavy; sleep is such a burden. Tess mumbles something back, and Joel gives her a gentle squeeze, and then a shake. She gives him a sleepy groan, one hand finding his arm and clinging. Christ, did it feel good to just stay there in his arms, to just relax, perhaps stand a chance at just being together and doing away with distance.
"Come on, cowboy," she sighs, "just one night…"
He presses a kiss to the crown of her head, and whispers back, "I'm sorry, Tess. I'll see y' in the mornin'."
Tess's chest heaves in exasperation and she pushes herself up onto her hands, knees tucking up. Joel lets her go, rolling over onto his back, sinking into those fine silk sheets and that pillow top mattress. Tess takes her sweet time, shuffling through the dark to find her nightdress. Joel just lays there, trying to at least see her out before he dozes off, but Tess knows he'll be out like a light in a moment or two.
That's just how men are.
When she finds her nightdress she balls it up in her hands and walks to the bathroom naked, exhausted and tired and still with a stickiness between her legs. She makes a minimal effort to clean herself up, and then she shuffles off to her own room, where she collapses into bed.
Twenty years and she doesn't get to spend the night.
Sleep hits her hard.
"Just stay here tonight," he says, sounding almost a little forceful. That's how you keep yourself from sounding hopeful: make it sound like a command. "It's already late and I don't wanna risk you gettin' caught breakin' curfew."
Her jeans are stiff from being hand-washed in the sink the day before, and she has to wiggle her hips a bit to get them on. He feels annoyed just watching her put all this effort into rushing about, running out on him when she doesn't need to go.
"I've still got five minutes," Tess says, and she says it all in one big exhale. The smile on her face is comfortable, satiated, the cat that got the cream. Joel wishes he could feel the same way both out and in. "I can make it if I jog."
"They've been pretty ruthless lately."
Tess shrugs, buttoning the front of her jeans and then reaching for the rest of her clothes. She stuffs her bra into her bag and pulls her tank top over her head. Her nipples tent the fabric over her breasts for a moment, and then are hidden by her denim jacket. The buttons close one by one.
"No one's gonna notice one night, Tess."
To his strange disappointment, Tess just leans over to him and presses a kiss to his forehead, almost at the hairline, and then pulls away.
"I'm sorry, Joel," she says, over her shoulder, and she only turns back to look at him when she's at the front door and opening the chain. "See you in the morning for the drop, yeah?"
Joel says nothing, he just nods and watches her go. He knows that's just how she is; she'll let him stay at her place once in a rare while, but god, she'll never stay at his but she'll never say why.
For a moment he sits in frustrated silence, and then he rolls over in bed, hand moving to his cock. It's still slick from his romp with Tess, and her panties are crumpled between the sheets, forgotten in her haste. Yet still, he can't even muster up the will to treat himself to a second round.
Instead, he drifts off into an early, fitful sleep.
---
It's late, twenty-past-three, and Tess has been in his arms for fifteen long, lovely minutes –– long enough for last flickers of her orgasm to subside, for the feeling to return in her toes. Sleepiness washes over her, and Joel indulges her in a cuddle, his face buried in her hair and her back against his chest. They breathe together, breaths growing long and low, and she doesn't want to get up.
But she has to.
"Tess," he murmurs, "we can't fall asleep like this."
Not with Ellie's room so close, that is.
Her eyelids feel too heavy; sleep is such a burden. Tess mumbles something back, and Joel gives her a gentle squeeze, and then a shake. She gives him a sleepy groan, one hand finding his arm and clinging. Christ, did it feel good to just stay there in his arms, to just relax, perhaps stand a chance at just being together and doing away with distance.
"Come on, cowboy," she sighs, "just one night…"
He presses a kiss to the crown of her head, and whispers back, "I'm sorry, Tess. I'll see y' in the mornin'."
Tess's chest heaves in exasperation and she pushes herself up onto her hands, knees tucking up. Joel lets her go, rolling over onto his back, sinking into those fine silk sheets and that pillow top mattress. Tess takes her sweet time, shuffling through the dark to find her nightdress. Joel just lays there, trying to at least see her out before he dozes off, but Tess knows he'll be out like a light in a moment or two.
That's just how men are.
When she finds her nightdress she balls it up in her hands and walks to the bathroom naked, exhausted and tired and still with a stickiness between her legs. She makes a minimal effort to clean herself up, and then she shuffles off to her own room, where she collapses into bed.
Twenty years and she doesn't get to spend the night.
Sleep hits her hard.