#berkh0ff

[houndw0lf]

fist of all, she runs hot. second of all, she’d never consider herself a brat (but maybe… just maybe…)

"So you're cooking the next time we have a BBQ, right?"

[rescuefield-arch]

2d

history is a cycle, that much has always been obvious to claire in the way the past always catches up to her somehow. raccoon city is nothing much but rubbles and dust now, yet its ghosts still haunt claire to these days in ways she doesn't always manage to predict - like now, already far away enough for the city to be just another thing to endure until morning comes, emily's warmth radiating underneath her. claire can feel the waiting but how charged silence between them is, expecting to deliver before adrenaline wears down.

"turn around," ordered in between ragged breaths, her mind finally finding its focus. free hand grabs a pillow to put underneath emily's stomach, the other finding its place on her rip to keep her steady. claire's breath against skin is soft at first, just enough to impact some, then tongue licks over a stripe - bottom to top a few times to tease. "you in a rush?" she jokes after a while, emily's ass wiggling in front of her face searching for more friction. still, a soft giggle leaves her lips before diving in, both spread palms roaming over naked skin as tongue pokes against emily's entrance.

open mouther, sloppy, avidly lapping inner walls like a woman starved, groan vibrates in her throat as grip tightens, face buried in emily's heat. "just a sec," she pulls away just about, oversized shirt taken off before moving closer again, one hand lowering in between emily's legs. "i've been thinking about this all night," a deeper laugh this time, leaning into the other woman's body as index finger slips into her. "having my way with you, making you come all over my fingers ..." beat, claire's own body rubbing against emily's back. "spread wider baby, i know you can take more."

[captainredfields]

a kiss to resolve suppressed tension.

Every nerve is on edge. The captain is entirely too tense to handle anything else. Between the BSAA and their bullshit to all the recent events. It seems as if he can't ever keep up. He tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck. A roll of his shoulders proves that his muscles are so tight that it HURTS. He's just put out the cigarette and flicked the butt. If this were years ago his vice would have been much more dangerous. He can't do that anymore.

it's as if she knows. she always does though doesn't she. They are alone and the world is too quiet for his liking. Her fingertips graze along his arm, up his bicep and over that tense jaw of his. Oh how he leans into it. They've been dancing around each other for awhile now. Teetering on that very fine line of unprofessionalism.

He inhales sharply through his nose at her touch and reaches up to grasp her wrist. Eyes lock and he uses that hold on her to pull her into him. He swears there's static in his veins with the adrenaline that is pumping through him. Chris still has a hold on her when his other reaches up to pull her in for a kiss that is immediately charged a slight roughness. If he needed this then he wonders if she needed it just as much with how she melts into it. Anything at all to find some kind of release in this hellscape.

KISS AND TELL || @berkh0ff