Pestering seismic_sense

[allbedestroyed]

It takes a while to scour the compy pen for any escape routes, and then another while to check all the others since Muldoon can't help but be thorough. Then there are people to needle (metaphorically, of course, he's not the metalbender), and a change up in security measures to oversee. All before he does anything to step outside his workplace.

Thankfully Lin Beifong is as dedicated to her work as he is to his, so he's not too concerned about how late he arrives. It doesn't make it any less strange coming into a police station with a metal cage in hand. He can't quite tell if it reminds him of dealing with pest control or whether it makes him feel like one. In this case he supposes he is acting like pest control. Even if he would fight anyone who tried to hurt the silly creature.

After being directed to the appropriate door, Muldoon takes a moment to clear his head and remind himself to stay focused. Then he knocks on the door.

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[allbedestroyed]

"I can promise you, you won't regret it," he assures her. 'Multiple times' might be ambitious for pleasing such a self-assured woman, but he's always liked a challenge. Especially when the reward is making someone like Lin happy.

He lets his hands run up and down her body, palms pressing firmly to get a good feel of a woman so often hidden under armour. It's a privilege, and one he intends to make use of. Then his hands fall to her hips, pulling her close so that she can feel his growing excitement even as he kisses her.

That wonderful closeness is followed by his touch wandering as his lips do the same. His fingers slip under her shirt as he presses kisses along her neck. Eager as he is to get closer to her, he's not going to pass up the chance to savour such a rare gift.

[seismic_sense]

She's never been what she would consider a beauty. Or, rather, what many men would consider one - too bold, too strong, too whatever for their tastes. But the second she feels his touch on her skin she shudders. It really has been entirely too long. And he'll find her firm to the touch, her strength worn on the outside like armour.

And she can feel him too and oh is that an intoxicating feeling. Her own hands start to work at his shirt, suddenly wanting more of him, and right now.

[allbedestroyed]

Firm is no bad thing. Muldoon has lived his entire life outside. Nothing about him is particularly gentle. Even when he's simply feeling her skin his calloused hands are rough.

Just as she undoes the last button on his shirt, Muldoon interrupts her to slide her shirt up and over her head. It's a little sneaky of him to look to get her sorted first, but he doesn't think she'll mind. Especially when, after he's paused to take in the sight of her, he helps take his own shirt off properly.

Hopefully Lin doesn't mind scars, since he has a few of them. Claw marks and bites, mostly, between a healthy amount of chest hair. He's in no way self-conscious, though. Especially not when he has her in front of him.

[seismic_sense]

Rough and delicious. Proper hands. Hands that have done some work. And likely know what they're doing.

She grins at him, her bra strap falling down off her shoulder as her hands start to play over his chest. The scars are like catnip to her. So is the chest hair, all things said and done. She kisses him again, hands running over his chest, fingers curling a bit with a growl.

[allbedestroyed]

Muldoon presses into that kiss while his hands work to get her bra off. There's no need for it to be getting in the way. Once it's off, he takes a moment to feel her breasts... before he supports her back as he swings her to lay along the couch.

Right now he doesn't care if it's a little awkward and messy. That's part of the fun of it. He doesn't care that one of his legs is off the couch, or that he has to support her leg wrapped around him to ensure she's more comfortable. For the moment all that matters is that he's on top of her, where he can kiss her hard and proper, and feel every curve of her body beneath him.

[seismic_sense]

She's just leaning into that glorious touch, head tilting back, when she yelps in surprise at the sudden change of position.

Who cares about awkward and messy when he kisses her like that, when she feels those rough hands on her. She moans deeply, kissing him back eagerly, hands reaching down to his belt, undoing it and button and fly adroitly and slipping inside fabric to find him.

[allbedestroyed]

It's his turn to gasp at the touch as she finds his desire for her ready and eager. His body tenses with the wave of pleasure before he redoubles his efforts to make sure she's as pleased as he is.

His fingers curl in her hair, pulling at the same time he bites her neck and his hips roll to press against her. His hand moves from her leg to her neck, holding her as he kisses deeply again, allowing his other hand to move lower down. He rubs her crotch outside the fabric first, warm and firm, before he too looks to get her clothing out of the way and touch her properly.

[seismic_sense]

The sounds she makes at finding him hard is one of satisfaction and deep longing, then gasping as he touches her in turn. She lifts her hips to help him, letting her pants slide down, followed by her undergarments, moving her hands - well, one of them - to try to slide off his own.

The other stays wrapped around his erection, stroking firmly.

"Oh I like this."

[allbedestroyed]

The shuddering groans as he kisses her echoes her sentiment. It is good, it is enjoyable, but this is getting too messy, too restrictive, and he wants too much of her to allow it. Against all desires, he moves back, away from her touch, enough to remove the last of his clothing, kicking off his boots. It's her turn, then, as he pulls her trousers and underwear away.

This brief parting ends when he returns to her, skin across skin, and his fingers running along her bra as the only thing standing in his way. He has slightly more pressing thoughts, however. As he presses against her, kissing her, and nipping at her jaw, he pauses to ask, "Where's your bedroom?"

[seismic_sense]

She likes all of what she sees - a man who has been through things. Not an ounce of display, just reality. She pushes herself up on her elbows when he speaks, turning her head to indicate a direction.

"Over there," she says, nipping back, "kinda impressed you can wait..."

It's a gentle sort of ribbing, but it's meant. It means he's eager, but disciplined.

[allbedestroyed]

"It's not waiting. It's taking what I want. Where I want. How I want," he tells her, nipping and kissing between each sentence.

Then all at once he stands, hoisting her up with him, holding her against him as he lifts her into the bedroom. This way he can keep tasting her without any need for a break. It feels good to hold her, to press her against his skin. The fact that she's so strong, so capable, and lets him hold her? It makes it all the better.

As soon as he's inside the room all restraint vanishes. Here there's enough space to allow them to fall together, for him to stretch out along her properly, not awkwardly. Enough space for him to grind up against her, teasing both of them with how eager they both are.

[seismic_sense]

Her approval of his words come from how her legs wrap around his hips as he does so, kissing him hungrily as they fall onto the bed, fingers carding through his hair, the other hand reaching down to find him again, to stroke him, fingers circling his head.

"Eloquent. Handsome. Hard. What more could a woman ask for?"

[allbedestroyed]

The more she touches him, the more hungry he becomes, his kisses a little harder, his teeth digging a little deeper. It becomes more difficult to speak the more aroused he becomes. To even the playing field a bit, his own hand moves to touch her in turn, stroking her, following each gasp and moan to find what she likes most.

"You don't need to ask for anything," he growls between pleased groans. "But tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

[seismic_sense]

Oh, yes, that feels magnificent. She arches into him a bit, kissing back fiercely, matching him moment by moment. He knows his way around, thank the spirits.

At his statement, she just locks eyes with him, taking a moment to lift one hand to touch his cheek. The other takes firm hold of his erection, sliding it along her soft flesh, positioning him to enter her.

And she nods at him.

"Now," she growls.

[allbedestroyed]

Without any further prompting, Muldoon shifts his hips, pushing into her with a low groan. He makes sure he's in fully before he pauses, letting them both adjust, savouring the feeling as he nips her bottom lip.

Then he rolls his hips, moving in slow but large motions. Out before thrusting deeply into her again. It would be so easy to fuck her hard and fast right this moment, but he doesn't want to rush it. Not while he can hold onto a little restraint and build up to the fun.

[seismic_sense]

The moan as he enters her is guttural, fingers clutching at him, body arching into him. Yes, this. It's been too long, and he feels so good. Her hands move into his hair, pulling him into a more tender, lingering kiss as he slowly brings them together over and again, moaning with each move of his hips.

A leg hooks over his as she laughs, throatily.

"Made the right choice, with you..."

[allbedestroyed]

Tenderness is not what he expects from her. Certainly not now. But he won't complain. Nor will he stop. No, he'll take it as a sign to keep giving her what she wants, slow and deep. Well, he'll give it as long as he can stand to hold back.

"I couldn't let you regret it," he teases in return.

[seismic_sense]

Welcome to Beifong women - prone to changing their minds, bold to a fault, and entirely likely to pursue whatever it was that called them.

In her case, revelling in a sensation she'd denied herself far too long. And to get used to it again, loathe as she would be to admit that particular fact.

Her legs move, encircling him, lifting her hips to get that little bit more depth from each thrust. Her hands move, one around his shoulder, the other in his hair, grasping eagerly.

[allbedestroyed]

Although she pulls him closer, he's forced to lean away to get the closeness they both desire. Kneeling up and supporting her hips so that he can go deep, but also pick up the pace. The more he feels her, the more he wants her, and slow, purposeful motions just don't cut it anymore.

Suddenly he pulls her backwards along the bed, to the edge, so that he can stand, getting more freedom and strength behind each thrust. The more he speeds up the less he's able to contain himself. He grunts and growls, going harder and faster as fucking becomes animalistic rutting.

[seismic_sense]

She moans, wildly, hands reaching over her head to grip the sheets, a grin seemingly plastered on her face.

Oh, it has clearly been a long enough time for him, too.

"Come on," she urges, "keep going." She licks her lips, body arching up as best she can to meet his thrusts. "Keep making us feel good..."

And the faster he goes, the more it becomes just urging moans, eyes locking on his.

[allbedestroyed]

It's not as if he needs more instruction. The primal reaction to her pleased moaning is more than enough. She's not wrong, either. He has been a while. A long while. There's no time for a personal life with the work he does. So finding someone like-minded, and having their bodies connect so blissfully? Well. He's going to make sure they both feel as good as they possibly can.

He goes hard and fast, growling as he puts his sculpted muscles to good use. It's holding out for her that becomes the biggest task. Following the trail of her reactions to just the right spot... and holding it until neither of them can bear it. Once he finds it, he fucks her as hard and fast and deep and he possibly can until he comes.

Afterwards he has to take a moment as the ecstasy washes over him, before he slowly lowers her hips down onto the bed again and leans over her while he catches his breath. The only way he can hide his smile is by kissing her neck while his pulse tries desperately to calm back down.

[seismic_sense]

The process builds and builds and builds until there's simply no way to contain it - and she flies over the edge just moments before he does, screaming in pleasure as her first proper orgasm in entirely too long just floods over her entire body.

She waits until they've caught their breath, moaning as he kisses her neck - one of approval this time. And then she moves, to catch him and turn him under her so she's on top, grinning down at him and kissing him eagerly.

"Mmmm, that was perfect," she says, with a purr. "You wait there, I'll be right back," she adds, as she sits up, stretching like a cat and disappearing from the bedroom. Not for long, though.

She soon returns, short stops made in other rooms - his shirt casually worn over her shoulders, a pair of glasses filled with water clinking in one hand, and an apple grabbed from the kitchen in the other. One glass is given to him and she slides onto the bed, straddling him casually, leaning forward to put her own glass on the bedside table, and taking a bite of the apple.

She is definitely not done with him tonight. But for the moment...

"That's how to break a dry spell," she says.

[allbedestroyed]

Being happily dazed, she catches him completely off guard with the switch. He doesn't have time to yelp. He barely has a moment for a surprised laugh before she's kissing him. It's easy to match her enthusiasm, fingers sliding up through her hair as he kisses back until she sits up again.

All attention is on her as she stretches and gets up. Any parting straight after sex is never ideal, but he takes the opportunity to admire her from a different angle than before, his gaze completely unguarded both as she leaves and when she returns. Seeing his shirt gets a chuckle. It suits her. But then most uniforms probably suit her. And he's biased about both uniforms and Lin.

Muldoon sits up on his elbows to take a generous swig of his water, sighing with contentment. "Thanks." A grin twists his lips. "For the water and the compliment."

That grin stays firmly in place as he shakes his head. "If you're going to do something, you should do it properly. Besides, disappointing you wasn't an option."

[seismic_sense]

Perhaps not ideal, but necessary to her purpose. Which is to let the batteries recharge, her hips straddling his. She crosses her arms over his shoulders, kissing him before replying.

"Good attitude," she says, drawing back enough to take a bite of the apple, offering it to him silently.

"And you absolutely didn't. You were wild," she adds, clearly complimentary.

[allbedestroyed]

Setting his glass aside to join hers, he takes the apple, indulging in a large, crunching bite. It's a good choice, sweet and satisfying.

"You don't seem like the kind of woman who cares much for anything too tame," he teases in return. "Unless, maybe, you tamed it yourself."