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Dinner

Discord thread featuring: Ryleigh and Bear ( @laid-bear )

Where: Dayton, CA - Bear’s Apartment

When: Friday

Description: After dinner, Bear takes Ryleigh for a ride on his motorcycle and then back to his place.

Trigger Warnings: Smut.

Part 2

BEAR

As Bear stands in the kitchen waiting for her to put on clothes, he considers bolting. Not because he wants to, but because it’s what he’s done in the past, will probably do in the future. But he wills himself to stay rooted to the spot, instead doing up his belt again and moving to put his boots back on, pleased to see that he’s getting his shirt back when she enters the room again. It’s almost strange to see her with clothes on even though what the hell else was she going to do? He takes the shirt from her, gathering the back of it up in his fists before he throws it over his head and lets the fabric settle around him. He catches a scent that isn’t his and his eyes flick to hers before he picks up his jacket and puts that on as well. “Now?” He asks, even as he pulls his keys out of his pocket and shifts his weight automatically toward the door.

RYLEIGH

“One second,” she answers, taking a moment to meticulously clean the spot in the counter they’d just... you know. She can explain half cleaned dishes to Aiden. She can’t explain why there’s cum stains on his counter. Once that’s finished and she washes her hands, she turns back to him and moves forward to grab her small wallet. It sinks into her back pocket, phone and keys into her jacket. “Okay, now.” Ryleigh nods, putting him out of his misery and leading him out of the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them.

BEAR

Bear tucks his phone into his pocket, heading out in front of her and watching her lock the door over his shoulder. It was a mild night, the breeze rushing in cool and sweet against the parts of of him that were bare—the v of his shirt, his face, the back of his neck. He moves to zip his jacket closed and nods at her, reaching to tug the front of her jacket. “You need to do this thing up,” he said, looking down at her. “Road rash is a bitch, God forbid.”

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh appreciates the cool breeze, breathing in deep to clear the web of sex and cologne from her head. His hands tugging on the front of her jacket draw her attention, hands lifting to bat his away gently so she can do just that. “You planning on giving me road rash?” She teases, trying to put everything else out of her mind. She doesn’t want things to be awkward between them, now, but maybe that was selfish of her. Wanting as much as she does.

BEAR

Bear likes that it’s dark. When it’s dark like this, he doesn’t have to focus on holding his face even, he can smile and not feel like everyone’s watching as he shakes his head at her. “Not planning on it, Meadows, but I’m pretty sure nobody ever does,” he said, jerking his head down to the sidewalk where his bike is parked. It’s old but in good condition and he walks over and picks up a single helmet from then handlebars, handing it to her. “Safety first.”

RYLEIGH

She appreciates the dark, too, and misses her rooftop evenings in New York where she could sit and stare up at the sky, unable to see the stars, but still able to know they’re there. Years spent growing up in wide open country, you don’t forget the stars. She misses the sound of her first name on his lips, her last name an intruder to the intimate moment they’d shared. Ryleigh takes the helmet he gives her and it’s a little big, but does the trick. It won’t fly off if anything should happen. “Alright, Everett... show me the joys of riding a motorcycle,” she encourages, giving him a bright grin.

BEAR

Bear half smiled at the way she phrased the sentence, not sure why but he was amused and looked cute in the helmet and even though he was trying to play it cool, he couldn’t help but feel his smile broaden at the way she grinned at him. He reached under the helmet and adjusted the chin strap, pulling it tighter before he stepped back from her, hands patting his abdomen. “Your hands go here. You don’t let go. You’re not gonna hurt me, you gotta hang on tight...” he said, nodding at the bike, “because when we go from stop to start, you’ll jerk backwards. Your feet go here,” he said, pointing out the pegs on the bike. “And if you want a break, you pat me three times,” he said, tapping a spot on his chest, “right here. Got it?”

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh feels a sense of accomplishment over being able to make him smile like that. He’s so handsome when he does and it’s a little distracting. She listens, absorbing his instructions, more than a little eager to wrap her arms around him, to hold on tight, to— Ryleigh nods quickly. “Yep, got it. Hold on tight, don’t let go, let you know if it’s too much,” she reiterated, listing off the three things he’s just told her in simpler form. “I’m ready,” she adds with her own beaming smile, putting all other thoughts out of her mind. He could’ve easily as said no and continued on with his evening. The fact that he’s still here? S’got to be a good sign, right?

BEAR

Nodding as she repeats what he’s said back to him, Bear takes his keys out of his pocket and jerks his head toward the bike. “Good,” he says, walking over to it and putting his hands on the handlebars before he swings his leg over the seat and kicks the kickstand back up. He puts the keys in the ignition and turns, and the old Indian rumbles to life, vibrating under him as he cranks the clutch a little and coaxes the engine warm. He reaches back with one hand and pats the seat behind him, saying “C’mon,” over the roar of the motor which isn’t muffled by a helmet because he’s only brought one for her.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh can’t take her eyes off of him. He moves fluidly, swinging his leg over the bike, settling in place like he’s meant to be there. Nerves clench tightly in her body, but she squares herself and shuffles to join him. She braces one hand on his shoulder and moves to swing her own leg over, though she’s nowhere near as graceful as he is. There’s power between her legs, a heavy vibration of the bike between them and she’s already sensitive, not expecting the feeling to jar her. It does, just slightly and she hopes she’s managed to keep her squeak to a minimum. Once she’s settled, her arms curl around his broad chest and she’s placing her hands where he’d told he’d told her, holding on tight.

BEAR

Bear waits until she’s settled against the seat and has her arms around him before he cranks the clutch, the motor revving as he reaches to his chest and puts a hand over both of hers before he looks back at her over his shoulder. “Alright...here we go,” he says, patting her hands once more before he puts a hand on the throttle and releases the clutch as he pulls the throttle, the rev of the bike increasing before he checks for traffic and pulls them out onto the street, going a little faster than the speed limit as he heads through the center of town out toward some of the more rural areas.

RYLEIGH

The moment she feels the bike rumble and begin to move, her grip tightens further, her chest impossibly flush with his back and she has to close her eyes for a minute while her body gets used to the rush of air around her. She’s never done anything like this... getting on the back of a motorcycle with a potential stranger... though can he really be considered that anymore after what transpired in the kitchen? Blinking open her eyes, a Ryleigh watches the street lights, the store fronts, the word whiz past them as he drives them through the center of town. She laughs, but it’s muffled by her helmet and while she relaxes, her grip around him never loosens.

BEAR

Bear is careful to take the turns evenly and signal with enough time so Ryleigh knows what to expect. He’s found that unlike in the real life, telegraphing what he’s thinking on the bike is fundamental. They ride out past the center of town and then the suburbs toward the coast where the land goes even and the dark sky is wide above them, moon a waxing half crescent and the stars flicking now that the city lights are no longer competing.

RYLEIGH

There's something freeing about leaving the city lights behind, artificial giving way to the scant darkness of nature. She can honestly say she's never ventured far past Dayton's city limits since arriving a couple of months ago, so to be experiencing this, to be able to glance up and see the stars above them, she's filled with a sense of joy. Her fingers tighten against his jacket, not caring where he takes them. She's along for the ride and is enjoying each moment, wind whipping around them, her body leaning into his and she wonders if his heart is beating as fast as hers is. He's probably used to this, to the rush.

BEAR

There’s a fondness in his chest that blooms as he feels her hold him tighter. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know if he wants to know why. Instead, he moves a hand up to hers and squeezes it, glancing back over his shoulder now that they’re on an open stretch of road and there aren’t any cars or pedestrians to dodge. “You alright?” He calls over the rush of wind and the sound of the motor.

RYLEIGH

Her laugh is muffled by the helmet, but his question is heard over the rush of wind and she nods. Between the absolute freeing feeling she's basking in, his hand squeezing hers fills her with a sense of comfort. She doesn't know why she doesn't want to ruin whatever... this is. It's probably nothing. Perhaps a moment in time she'll treasure for the rest of her life, but his hand squeezing hers grounds her, makes her feel safer than she's felt in a very long time. "I'm amazing!" She responds when she realizes he wouldn't have been able to see her nod.

BEAR

Bear looks back at the road, checking to make sure he was pointing the front fire down the road the right way, before he looked back at her again and loosed a half smile at her and moved a hand down and patted the outside of her thigh. “Good!” He called over the wind, eyes going back to the road and hand lingering there.

RYLEIGH

Oh, that smile. She could pretty much watch him smile at her all day, especially with that little half smile, and she'd be perfectly content. His hand is warm on her thigh and it should bother her that he doesn't have both hands on the handle bars, but it doesn't. She trusts him. Ryleigh wishes the stupid helmet wasn't in the way so she could rest her head against him, but safety first and all that. Ryleigh does settle more firmly against his back, hands still tight against his chest.

BEAR

Bear shifts a little to get more comfortable, riding for a couple of minutes before he returns both hands to the handlebars and turns into a divided highway. He finds a safe place to turn off, the beach on one side and cliffs on the other side, the rolls to a stop in the berm, cutting the engine and looking back at her. “Quick break?”

RYLEIGH

As much as she's enjoyed their ride, she's also grateful when he pulls to a stop. Her thighs ache from being cradled against him the way they have been and as she climbs off of the bike, it takes her a minute to gain her footing. Like how it feels stepping off of a really turbulent roller coaster. Her helmet comes off and her face is flushed, but she's smiling so wide when she looks at him. "I can see why people would get addicted to riding these things," she muses, setting the helmet down on her vacated spot, looking around them as she does. "I can't remember the last time I looked up and just saw stars... I was seventeen, I think... seems like a life time ago." Ryleigh says as her gaze drifts up and she allows herself a moment of watching the sky, a few heavy clouds in the sky, but nothing to be worried about.

BEAR

Kicking the stand down, Bear stands as well, unzipping his jacket now that there’s not wind whipping at them. He folds his arms across his chest and looks at Ryleigh for a beat before his gaze too turns skyward. He finds himself smiling and doesn’t even try to hide it even as his attention is on the stars as he speaks, the tiniest bit of humor evident in his tone when he speaks. “How long ago was seventeen for you?”

RYLEIGH

She laughs at his question, rolling her gaze down to meet his. “Does it really bother you? The age thing?” She asks instead of answering right away, teasing him lightly. Her own hands rise to unbutton her jacket. “It was 4 years ago, I’ll be twenty-two in June.” Ryleigh adds after a beat. “How long again was seventeen for you, hm?”

BEAR

Bear is really ready to hear twenty-four but is hoping for twenty-five, waiting for her to say how old she is. When he realizes she’s twenty-one, he exhales a long breath and laughs a little to himself, the sound rueful, shaking his head as he rakes a hand through his hair and keeps his eye on the sky even as she looks over at him. “Thirteen years ago.”

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh isn’t surprised by his answer. She’d known he was older, but it hadn’t really bothered her. Is he really so bothered by how young she is? Some days she definitely doesn’t feel like she should only twenty-one. “I knew it. You’re an old man... I’m surprised you were able to keep up,” she jests, her gaze slipping past his shoulders to the land behind him. Taking a few steps toward him, she makes it seem like she’s going to press her body against his, but she quickly moves past him, heading deeper into the night and toward the sound of water crashing up onto the land.

BEAR

Watching her out of the corner of his eye, he’s waiting to hear some comment like ‘that’s not that old’ or ‘who cares,’ and he has to admit that he’s actually a little surprised—in a good way—at the joke. He finds himself turning toward her and watching as she passes him, eyes on her as she heads into the dark. He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it over the saddle of the bike before he follows after her, glad the sand was packed together wet so it was easier to follow after her. He comes up behind her wordlessly, shifting to stand next to her again as he folds his arms across his chest again, glancing over at her. “How old would you have guessed?”

RYLEIGH

She stops when she’s closer to the water she can hear crashing against the shore, their only source of light the half crescent in the sky. Peering sideways at him, she notices she’s removed his jacket and she kind of wishes she’d of done the same. “Mm, thirty-five,” she answers with a small shrug, teasing him. Ryleigh merely hadn’t given it much thought at all, but she can’t resist messing him. Just a little.

BEAR

“Phew, good, I’m actually thirty–four,” Bear deadpans, managing to say the words in a tone that he’s almost sure will sound convincing to her as he tucks his hands in his pocket, eyes going over to her. The only thing that could possibly give him away is a flicker in his jaw from where his forcing himself not to smile, but even thats almost imperceptible.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh can’t tell if he’s being honest or messing with her, but she side eyes him carefully. “That’s better than thirty. Old men are hot,” she responds, smiling innocently at him. “On a scale of one to ten, though, how cold do you think that water is?” Changing the subject, she nods toward the water, the moon reflecting off of the dark expanse. It reminds her of home. They hadn’t been near a beach, but the watering hole she spent every summer at was the closest they had.

BEAR

Bear snorts a little when she doesn’t take the bait and then looks out at the water, pausing for a moment as he thought. “Feels like there’s a way to find out,” he says, reaching back and tugging his shirt over his head. He decides that’s better than talking more about the fact that she’s so fucking young and he’s so fucking old.

RYLEIGH

She half expects him to tell her they don’t need to find out, because anyone else she knows except maybe one or two people would have. Ryleigh watches his shirt come off, allows herself a moment to appreciate him, before she follows suit. She shrugs her jacket off and removes her t-shirt, finding a relatively dry spot of sand to drop them on. Her back turned to him, she kicks off her boots before unbuttoning her jeans and she’s thankful for the semi darkness because she can keep the most damaged part of her hidden for a little while longer.

BEAR

Undoing his belt and unbuckling his jeans, kicking off his boots and then stepping out of his jeans before he stands in his boxer briefs and looks at her over his shoulder. He watches her undress without shame because her back his to him, eyes moving over her in the dim light before he turns back towards the water and takes a few steps forward before waiting for her.

RYLEIGH

There’s a debate with herself for half a second whether to leave her bra on or not after she shimmies out of her jeans. Her bra does come off, because wet bras are not comfortable and worst case, she can at least wear jeans without panties. They’re they only thing she’s wearing when she turns back to see him taking a few steps toward the water. Ryleigh grins, before she takes off running. She runs past him, and right into the water. It’s fucking cold, but she loves it. “You gotta move faster than that, slow poke,” she teases, as she’s eases back into the water, lowering herself until she’s submerged to her shoulders.

BEAR

Bear watches her run and he’s grinning a little to himself, easing into the water at his own pace only because she gave him shit and he’s starting to realize that he likes doing things that he thinks might get a reaction out of her. He wades in deeper, the water rushing around his waist and then up to his abdomen and it’s at a spot between his chest and the top of his abs by the time he reaches her. “Not too bad,” he said, noting that the water is pretty chilly but definitely not freezing like he’d thought it might be.

RYLEIGH

He’s taking his time, which she doesn’t really mind, because she enjoys getting to watch him. Water moving against his skin, highlighted by the pale, half light of the moon, he’s a vision of she’s even allowed to do use that sort of description. She can’t help herself. When he reaches her, Ryleigh closes the distance between them and they’re almost eye level when her hands find purchase on his shoulders. “Thank you for bringing me out here.” Her voice is quiet, genuine, as her fingers graze over the ink of his shoulder. “Does this have any special meaning behind it?” Some people get tattoos for giggles or because they like the aesthetic. Others have stories.

BEAR

When he reaches her, he moves his body to break the waves even though they’re small so he can keep his footing, watching how the moonlight lights up her hair like a halo—given how light it is already, it looks almost silver-white against the dark of the sky. Her hands are warm when she touches his shoulders and he moves a hand to her back so they can stand roughly face to face in the same place. He looks at where she’s touching him, a large tattoo of tree branches there. “I got it when I was in Washington...I had a part-time job as a logger and I know it’s fucking counter intuitive, but I liked being out in the woods like that.”

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh tries not to sigh when his hand finds her back, because she likes the feeling of his skin against hers. Her gaze constantly shifts between his face and his shoulder. “Counter intuitive or no, I like it. It’s part of who you are.” Ryleigh smiles at him, the water lapping around them shifting her body against his. “What did you like about it so much?” She asks quietly, her thumb brushing along one of the branches.

BEAR

He doesn’t know what to do with all the questions she asks. He’s not used to talking this much about himself—normally he’s only talking to someone and telling them enough to get a job somewhere, maybe answering where he’s from to someone in a bar or talking about a sport’s team he doesn’t mind watching. But Ryleigh asks questions that makes him think and that makes him nervous. Because he doesn’t know what to say so he has no choice but to say the truth and that makes him even more unsettled. “I liked the quiet. When the saws were off and we were taking our lunch break, it was like going back in time or something,” he said, feeling like it sounded stupid.

RYLEIGH

Quiet. She understood quiet. Understood a need for a moment of peace in the symphony of the world. Her fingers continue their caress of his shoulder, eyes falling to catch the way the water drips over his skin. “That’s why I like the dark. Night time. The ability to look up and see never ending sky,” she offers, because it’s only fair she gives just as much as she asks for. Ryleigh looks up, a fond smile on her lips. “When I was a kid, my brother and I used to look up at the stars and wish for aliens to come and take us away from everything. And when we realized what was never going to happen, we at least knew, no matter what was happening, the stars were never going to change.” A few heartbeats later, she drops her chin to meet his gaze again, cheeks warm. “No matter what part of the world you’re in, you can always count on the sky even when you can’t count on anything else. I imagine the woods give you that same kind of solace. “

BEAR

Bear is surprised by what she says, glad he’s not being asked any questions and even more glad that she’s talking about her because he wanted to know more about her. He recalls the tattoos on her hip and he drops his hand into the water to where her hip is and brushes his fingers over the spot. “I think you’re right,” he mumbles quietly, wanting to ask questions but also not want to delve into anything too dark.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh trembles against him when his thumb grazes over her hip. Right where she knows one of her tattoos is. “I got that for my eighteenth birthday. Again, a thing for stars,” she tells him as her other hand rises to curl around the back of his neck, merely wanting to be close to him. He keeps her steady in the water and she’s enjoying this with him. “I’d like to get all of the constellations eventually.”

BEAR

Bear’s brows raise a little at that as he looks down at her, thumb still lingering on her skin in the water as he met her eye. “That’s a lot of tattoos, Meadows,” he was quietly, settling against her a little bit because why the hell was he resisting given the fact they’d just banged on her counter like an hour ago.

“Where do you want them?” He asked, now thinking about all the places they could go and finding a rush of heat to his gut as he looked over her body in the moonlight.

RYLEIGH

Why had she said that? His thumb is still lingering on her skin, finding comfort when he settles against her. Ryleigh’s content to leave it at that, his quiet voice thrilling and smooth, but then he asks her where she’d want them. Why had she said anything? Her jaw tightens as she bites down on the tip of her tongue. Debates not answering, but she seems to be doing a lot of things with Bear she hasn’t done with anyone else. “My back, mostly. My thighs, too. There are tattoo artists that specialize in covering up scars and if I can ever afford it, I’d like for them to look like the stars.” She can’t look him in the eye when she answers, her voice no more than a whisper. Ryleigh soothes herself via continuing to trace his own ink.

BEAR

His brows came together at her answered, straining to hear her over the rush of the water and how quiet her voice was. He cranes his neck a little lower to try to hear her, just barely catching what she says before he looks at her with confusion as he pieces together the meaning of her words. “What are you talking about?” He asked, the fact that he doesn’t quite understand evident.

RYLEIGH

There’s an easy out. Ryleigh could laugh it off, break his old on her and swim away. She could shatter what’s left of this moment, but she doesn’t want to. And she doesn’t want him to look at her any differently. Instead of answering him, she takes his hand from her hip and slides it around to her lower back, both of their fingers barely grazing one of the thirty or so puckered lines littered and cross crossed along her lower back and her the backs of her thighs. It’s been less than a year since she received them, but sometimes they still ache as they did those first few months of her healing.

BEAR

He’s not sure why he didn’t notice before, but now that his hands are on the skin he can feel the ridges that he knows are scars and he feels the pit of his stomach twist as his fingers trace across them. He’s not sure what to do or say but he looks up at her and it’s clear he’s at a loss. He wants to ask what caused them but he also doesn’t know that he’s ready or if it’s rude so he doesn’t. Instead, he focuses on meeting her eyes and takes her face between his palms, fingers along her cheekbones, and he kisses her.

RYLEIGH

She’s grateful he doesn’t ask about them, because that’s not a story she’s ever willing to speak aloud. Knots twist up in her belly, trying to think of a time when she’d willingly allowed anyone to touch them. Someone had tried, even told her she was beautiful when he did, but she’d broken down and cringed away from him because there’s not a single part of her that will ever believe it. Bear touching her puts her on edge, but doesn’t... she doesn’t feel that same swell of panic. His hands are large on either side of her face, drawing her gaze up to his and when he kisses her, Ryleigh melts against him, her small hands finding purchase against his broad chest.

BEAR

His mouth is slow and easy against hers, the urgency from before gone because he isn’t out to get anything from her right now. Bear doesn’t know what to say or doesn’t have any guesses as to what happened that had left her like this, but he knows whatever it was, it was done to her and he can’t imagine, given how systematic the slashes felt under his fingers, that it could’ve been done in any way other than via cruelty. And he’s done cruel things—not as cruel as that, maybe, but he’s done wrong, and the only way he can think to respond is with something that’s not cruel and he doesn’t have the words for reassurance. What he can do is bring his lips to hers and let his teeth graze her lower lip, tongue in her mouth as he deepens the kiss. He’s taking his time, his touch is soft as he works a hand into her hair and he is again reminded of how small she is.

RYLEIGH

There are no excuses. He doesn’t offer her words she’ll never believe, optimism she rarely feels when in the quiet of her own home. He kisses her and she focuses on that, on his hand sinking softly into her hair. A complete contrast to the wild heat which claimed them earlier, but no less welcomed. Her lower lip tingles in the wake of his teeth grazing against her, levying the water around them until her chest as she sinks further into him, one of her arms sliding up around the back of his neck. She doesn’t try to deepen the kiss further, rather, enjoying the languid stroke of her tongue against his own.

BEAR

His arms go around her and he holds her closer to him, fingertips trailing once along of the scars on her back before he moves a hand down to to the curve of her ass and smooths his palm over it. He’s not trying to make a move on her, but he likes touching her, likes to feel how cool her skin is now that the water has chilled it. After a few moments he pulls away from her and picks up one of her hands and moves it to a spot just above his heart. There’s a thick scar that slides across the top of his pec and even though it’s clearly old, it’s still raised from the rest of his skin. “When I was twenty-two, I got jumped by a couple of idiots outside of a bar in Fairbanks after I talked shit in a club. It wasn’t even a knife, it was a fucking box cutter.” He’s not sure why he’s telling her this, but he thinks she might be in her head and he wants her out of it. “This,” he said, moving his hand down lower near his navel where a shorter scar curved toward his hipbone. “Was from falling from a tree onto some branches when I was on that job I told you about earlier.” He’s afraid she’s going to think that he’s telling her this so that she’ll tell him hers, but that’s not what he wants because he’s, frankly, scared to hear what someone has done to her. His thoughts flash to his mother before he puts her eyes back on her face and moves to push some hair behind her ear, water trailing against her cheek as he seems to consider her a moment. “I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m just rambling. I don’t do well when I don’t know what to say.”

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh trembles against him, his fingers trailing over he skin, against her raised flesh, is simultaneously thrilling and nerve wrecking. He doesn’t shy away or stop touching her and it means more than she’s ever willing to admit. When he guides her hand to his chest, fingers grazing the puckered scar she’d hardly noticed in her previous haze of need for him, she drags her thumb along the length of it. Her brows furrow, unsure what to say, so Ryleigh dips her head to kiss him there instead until her hand is being guided toward another spot, a smaller scar she can’t see, but can feel underneath her fingertips. She imagines him, his big frame tumbling from a tree and she doesn’t know why it brings a small smile to her lips. Makes him seem more human and less... mystery. Ryleigh blinks up at him when he tucks hair that’s fallen loose from her braid behind her ear, cheek tickling where the water trails her skin. “I’m sorry.” Ryleigh apologizes, face flushing, because she hadn’t meant to make this weird or awkward or... “I wish I had a story that made sense for them. I don’t remember most of it because I blacked out and what I do remember...” Her thumb continues to trek across the scar on his chest, a quiet sound in her throat. “I like the sound of your voice, though, and I wouldn’t say you were rambling,” she finally says after a long moment, bobbing up a little so she can kiss his cheek. “Thank you for sharing them with me.”

BEAR

He’s afraid he’s said something wrong. Even as she doesn’t give him a look like ‘ok, idiot,’ even as she touches him and even smiles a little, he’s pretty sure he’s done it because she apologizes. He feels the weight of his own selfishness like gravity and it roots him to the spot. In spite of what she follows up with, he focuses on the apology and wonders how someone who had that—whatever it was—happen to her ends up in California apologizing to a man she barely knows for something that was obviously beyond her control. There is intimacy and there is distance together in the moment as he watches her, wondering why he couldn’t have just ate the food she made without putting his hands on her, moving inside of her, creating the complicated static that lead to this. He’s quiet and the hand on her back is still and his touch is light and he can’t remember the last time he was at this much of a loss for the right thing to say. He is so very aware that he is not the person this girl should be spending her time around. He thinks of all the guys in the strip club, the bars he visited—sometimes they seemed like boys to him—and their wide smiles and their ease of manner and he can imagine any of them in his place. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”

RYLEIGH

Doesn’t she though? For any number of things. For not letting him leave when he was so clearly ready to before. For telling him he doesn’t scare her, because he does, just not in the same way others have in the past. For putting her hands on him at all when he’s a grown man who definitely couldn’t want anything to do with her. So many people in the world and Ryleigh has no idea why he’d said yes to dinner or any of this. Most of all, sometimes, she’s merely sorry for existing. Wouldn’t it be better if she didn’t? She’s been told so before and for a while, with every bruise she had to cover up, she believed it. Still does, sometimes. “Don’t I? You could literally be doing anything else right now, but here you are, nearly naked in the middle of the ocean, talking about something I never talk to anyone about because I’m fucking damaged. You being here is partially my fault because I could’ve let you leave earlier. I didn’t want you to and I’m a little selfish for it.” The honesty is a raw thing in her throat and she expects him to pull away from her because of it. She keeps touching him, though, committing as much of him to memory as she can.

BEAR

Bear’s starting to realize that he literally has no idea what Ryleigh is thinking at any given moment. Like, ever. He’s only talked to her three times but almost every time he’s been surprised by her, it’s like watching a play where only one person has rehearsed and it’s not him. He’s left scrambling, trying to figure out what the hell to say, wondering if maybe he’s been more isolated than he realized because he can’t ever remember struggling for something as simple as passable words as much as he is about every five minutes. Maybe that’s why he watches her so closely, he’s trying to glean from her face what she’s going to say, trying to buy himself a second or two or three of head start so he can have something ready. He feels a wave of guilt hit him as she calls him out—it sucks but it’s deserved and that makes it suck more. He wants to reassure her but he’s not sure what that would sound like. He tries a few things in his head as his eyes go to hers and the water swells and pushes and pulls around them, the sound of the surf filling his ears like white noise. “I’m a grown-ass man, Ryleigh,” he says before he’s really even decided on what he was going to say, voice a little gruff but not mean—frustrated, clearly with himself, “I could’ve left whenever I wanted. Could be home on my couch right now if that’s what I decided to do.”

RYLEIGH

She's not sure how they got here. How they've gone from dinner, to sex, to a motorcycle ride, to baring herself in the middle of the ocean. There's such a whirlwind of thoughts inside her head. He's right. He is a grown man and he could've said no. Is it horrible of her to like the frustration she hears in his voice? If only because he's seemed so unaffected most of the evening, minus when he'd been inside of her, and he's hard to read, to really gauge what he's thinking. "I'm glad you're not," she admits, bright eyes roving over his face as the water continues to swell and push them against one another. She hasn't let go of him, hasn't stopped touching him, and maybe it's a good sign he hasn't completely disentangled himself from her. One hand around his neck, she tugs gently until she's able to brush a kiss against his neck, to the left side, tasting the salt of the ocean on him. "Thank you for bringing me out here," she adds quietly, another brush of her lips across one broad shoulder. Even if he hadn't meant to bring her here, exactly, she's still grateful for it.

BEAR

Bear watches the moonlight illuminate her face, her eyes almost glowing in the pale light, and he’s suddenly aware of all of the places they’re touching and he bends his neck when she tugs at him, one hand sliding down to cup her ass as he lets the buoyancy of the water do the work, lifting her slightly so he doesn’t have to stoop as much and she doesn’t have to crane her neck. He likes how her lips feel on his skin and he likes the contact and when she brings her mouth to his shoulder he moves a hand into her hair and he sinks a little deeper on the water so it’s around the middle of her back now and it’s crawling higher on his chest. “You’re welcome,” he mumbles almost absently, relaxing a little now at the contact because now her mouth was on his shoulder and it felt nice and he didn’t to say anything that might make her stop.

RYLEIGH

She feels weightless against him, with the water helping buoy them and his arm wrapped tight around her, Ryleigh doesn't have to focus on anything but him. He accepts her gratitude gracefully, making her smile against his shoulder before she moves on to another patch of skin. Exploring him with her mouth, kissing every tree branch on his flesh. Her tongue dips out to taste the heady combination of salt and him, before she's working a path back to his neck. To the hard tendon where she nips gently at him as her legs shift to wrap around his waist. There's no urgency in her movements, an almost languid exploration as she basks in the feel of him.

BEAR

It would be a lie if this wasn’t doing anything for him. Bear can feel her tongue against him and her lips and her body and the roll of the water that bumps them together and the fact that it’s /not/ sexual makes it almost worse. He moves his hands down to the outside of her thighs, smoothing his palms from just above her knee up toward her hips and then back down again as he uses the motion to pull her a little tighter to him. He ducks his head a little when she’s kissing his neck, exhaling a sigh that sounds both contented and maybe even a little tense as he hooks his fingers through the leg loop and around the waistband of her underwear, fingertips kneading lightly into the sink there.

RYLEIGH

There's a naturalness about the moment she's never felt before. She's not trying to be something she isn't and just as much as she doesn't back down from him, he hasn't back down from her. Maybe she surprises him, but he surprises her, too. She'd been so sure he would've told them to get dressed by now so they could head back, but his hands are crawling up her thighs, his fingertips leaving trails of heat in the wake of his touch. His sigh when she kisses his neck is music to her ears, her fingers sliding up into the back of his hair as his own knead at her flesh. She turns her head, lips drifting along the angled line of his jaw, scruff rough against her soft lips. For once, she has no desire to fill the space with the sound of her voice. She's content in the silence, in the white noise of the crashing waves, in the pounding of her own heart as she shifts against him.

BEAR

Bear isn’t used to this. He’s used to hard, fast, and rough hookups that start after more than a couple of drinks and end with a spent condom being tossed in a bar bathroom, out a car window, into a trash can on the way out of the house of a girl whose name he probably won’t remember a day or two later. He’s not used to the way her hands move over him or how she’s taking her time to move her lips along the plan of his check and to his jaw, the inherent tenderness in the act of kissing someone when you aren’t in the process of stripping them naked and aren’t so drunk that your movements are messy and erratic. He anchors her to him so they’re waist to waist and one hand follows her thigh to the curve of her ass, brushing briefly over the scars along the way. He wants to dip his head lower to kiss her but he also likes the surprise of letting her do what she wants, his curiosity winning out as he decides to follow her lead.

RYLEIGH

This is new for her, too. The last time she’s ever been given a chance to explore someone, and not even to this extent, had been when she first moved to New York and met Stevie. Their friendship had been the highlight of her entire time in New York, outside of culinary school. That was before, though. When she didn’t feel so broken all the time. Right here, with Bear’s hands anchoring her against him, brushing along her ass and skirting against her scars, she doesn’t even flinch away as she once might have. Ryleigh continues her exploration, kissing across his chin, nudging his head to the other side so she can explore him there, too. Teasing kisses down that side of his neck, toward the tender patch of skin behind his ear. Nipping at him there, her hand squeezes around the back of his neck, hand tiny against him.

BEAR

When she kisses across the angle of his chin, it takes everything in Bear’s power not to dip his face and kiss her, the desire to do that increasing exponentially as she moves away but he’s being patient and he had control earlier....now he’s giving it up to her. It’s definitely a new shift for him, but at the moment he’s perfectly content to do it because everything feels good and it seems like the right thing to do after their conversation. He’s breathing hitches a little when her mouth is against his neck and it must be increasingly obvious to her how into this he is because he can feel himself getting harder against the inside of her thigh. He makes a dent in his lower keep with his teeth as he moves his hand up from her ass, fingers tracing her spine toward the back of her neck as he ghosts water droplets over her neck, the tops of her shoulders, the drops running rivers down the front of her chest to meet the ocean that laps there.

RYLEIGH

Initially, her kissing him like this, exploring him, was merely her way to familiarize herself with his body. To commit as much of this moment to memory as she's able to, but when she feels him growing hard against her thigh, she's not at all deterred by her path. If it weren't for the coolness of the water around them, trickling over her skin as he moves his hand up her spine, toward the back of her neck, he'd be able to feel the heat of her where she's pressed so close to him. Her mouth lingers against his neck, licking at his skin, debating for a heartbeat before she bites down. Sucking hard on his skin, her own marks he'd left on her earlier throbbing in response. Her free hand dips down beneath the water before rising back up to brush over his still exposed skin, mirroring his touch of ghosting water droplets over his own skin. If he's as warm as she is, the reprieve is welcomed as the water is far cooler than the pink spreading over her flesh.

BEAR

Bear sucks in a heavy breath as her teeth sink into his skin and his hips sputter forward automatically to press closer to her, not exactly sure what the hell is going on here but it feels good and he’s not about to back down from that. The hand on her back pushes up past the hair near her neck to drag his fingers over her scalp. He feels the cold water drip over his shoulders and goosebumps bloom from the center of his chest up to his shoulders and down his arms. She’s so small that he could easily toss her around but right now she’s clearly got all of the power here, who had the upper hand at the moment more than evident.

RYLEIGH

When his hips jerk forward, she can feel the press of him against her, feel how much he's affected and she's never wanted make anyone feel like she wants to make Bear feel right now. She doesn't stop sucking on him until she's sure she's left a mark and when she lifts her head after a solid minute, her hand slips away from his hair to fall to the tender, red skin. Brushing her thumb over it. His skin isn't as fair as hers and she bruises pretty easily, but she can still see the faint mark there. Is it bad that she really wants him as much as she does, right here? Her hand falls back into the water again as she kisses his neglected shoulder, peppering them down toward his bicep. Beneath the water, her hand drifts over his lower abdomen, precariously close to the waist of his boxer briefs, teasing against his skin but not quite dipping any lower.

BEAR

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself from saying them. “You’re driving me crazy...” he mumbled under his breath, mouth against the top of her hair, his voice deep and almost hoarse sounding, the words almost a sigh over the sound of the surf as Bear moves his hand from her hair down to trace his thumb across the curve of her jaw and then the hollow of her throat. When Ryleigh’s hand sinks lower, he closes his eyes and grunts a little, clearly pleased but also kind of dying because it feels so good and he’s letting her do her thing and for maybe the first time ever, he /likes/ the fact that he’s actually getting kind of desperate for someone.

RYLEIGH

“Am I?” Her query is more of a soft sigh than anything, as she follows the line of his shoulder back to his neck, still not rushing. Taking her time as her fingers follow along fabric, lightly tugging at the waist of his boxers briefs if only to see just how long it’ll take before he breaks. She’s hardly unaffected by his own touch, because each brush of his thumb against her skin had a profound affect between her thighs and she’s never been more thankful she has the ability to hide her own arousal. Not including how she trembles against him, or how hard her nipples are, both could easily be attributed to the cold. It’s not. She swallows down a small sound when his thumb works down her throat before kissing his own. Her hand beneath the water shifts beneath fabric, fingers dangerously close to the solid heat of him but never quite touching.

BEAR

The question simultaneously amuses and annoys him. It amuses him because he likes the coyness, likes the lack of hesitation with which she touches him, likes the confidence he perceives from the fact that she’s taking free reign of his body. Annoys him because /of course/ she’s driving him crazy, he’s hard from her mouth alone and now that her hand is dipping lower the urgency of his want is only more acute. He traces his hand from her throat to her collarbone, from there circling the round of her breast, fingers dangerously close to the nipple but he never touches it, only teases close and then circles away before he repeats the process with her other breast.

RYLEIGH

She wonders which one of them will break first, because his own fingers are taunting her. Smoothing over her flesh, teasing around her breast, never quite touching where she's the most sensitive and craves his touch. No, he jumps from one breast to the other without giving her that relief while her own hand does some taunting of her own. She hates his boxer briefs in the way, though, so both of her hands fall beneath the water and with a little shifting, using the water to help her, she manages to push the fabric down. She only pushes them down enough to free him, but doesn't go for the kill the moment she does, despite being able to feel him against the softness of her inner thigh when she settles back against him. Ryleigh's fingers explore skin revealed, but never quite touch where he probably wants her to most, her mouth returning to his neck, kissing a line up over his adam's apple, his chin, stopping just shy of his mouth.

BEAR

There’s strained levity in his tone when he speaks again, voice like gravel, the baritone tone he normally has pitching down to bass as he taunts him with her touch. “Fuck you.” He doesn’t want to break first so he moves his hand down the center of her chest between her breasts to her abdomen, drawing a circle around her navel with his touch before he finds the top of her panties, fingers tracing over the waistband and then under as hers had done with him before. Freed from his boxers, his cock twitches at the new sensation, full mast as he feels the silk of his shaft press into the plush of her inner thigh and he swears under his breath, hips rutting forward slightly.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh draws her head away from his and laughs, his words drawing the sound from deep in her belly and into the air between them. Almost melodic, but definitely amused, and it soon morphs when his hand drifts further down the front of her body. He's touched her not an hour before, maybe two? She's lost all sense of time, but it doesn't matter, because he's teasing her as he sinks his hand beneath her panties, mirroring her own actions on him. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't break. Not yet. He feels hot and heavy against her thigh, her fingers just barely grazing along the length of him, following the throbbing vein in his shaft. Her lower lip falls prey to her teeth as she watches him, watches his face while she touches him, taunts him. "That's what you want isn't it?" Ryleigh finally asks, her sweet voice raspy with want as her thumb brushes over the head of his cock, still teasing.

BEAR

Bear is in such deep trouble that he’s almost dizzy, blood rushing south as she finally, finally, finally touches him. The sound that comes from the back of his throat would have been embarrassing under other circumstances but right now he doesn’t even care as the groan clears his lips and he presses toward her touch. Her voice makes him throb more, the quality reminding him of how she sounded when he’d been inside her earlier. “God, yeah, that’s…” he trails off, wondering if it was possible to legitimately go crazy with desire. He pushes his hand fully past the waistband and his fingers are between her legs and he badly wants to one up her, wants to push a thick finger inside her to watch her face—but even as his resolve wavers he’s still holding out. He teases a finger against her clit but not making direct contact, instead passing it and then doing it again as he explores her.

RYLEIGH

He doesn't finish his thought, which she's proud of, making it incapable for him to say anything more as she touches him. Never quite fully wrapping her hand around him, but dancing her fingertips around the silky heat, following each vein once before drifting back toward the base. When his own hand pushes into her panties, despite the water around them, she's certain he'll be able to feel how wet she is. Still sore from earlier, she's sensitive and his rough fingers teasing around the sensitive bundle of her clit without giving her proper contact makes her fight through a moan threatening to ease out of her. Her own resolve cracks, but at this point, it's a focus on who can last the longest. Ryleigh's tiny hand curls around the base of his cock, finally working her palm up along the length of him, giving him friction she, herself, craves against her clit, but beggars can't be choosers and she wants him to break first. "It felt good, didn't it?" She whispers, leaning her forehead against his, her free hand cupping against the back of his neck. "How tight I was around your cock? How wet I was for you? About the same as I am now," she finishes with a barely audible chuckle, brushing her lips against his as the words leave her.

BEAR

Yeah. This is how he’s going to lose whatever grip on reality he has left. When she gives him the friction he wants, he legitimately moans, the sound coming from deep in his chest and his fingers are on that bundle of nerves between her legs before he even cognitively releases that’s what he’s doing, he’s so tapped to the moment and the feeling that he’s not making plans or plotting ways to make her break anymore. He feels how wet she is, the sensation slippery and that’s how he knows it’s not the cool water that rushes around him and he can’t get enough of how it feels to slide his finger against her, to coax something out of her. He needs something inside of her so he pushes a finger in, stroking the pad of it against her walls, familiarizing himself intimately with where his cock had been before. And then she’s talking and meets her eye, dragging his eyes from where the water laps against her breasts and meeting her eye as they’re forehead to forehead. “You feel so good…so tight. I just wanna be inside of you, you’re such a fucking tease,” he rambled, mouth going to hers like a moth to flame because he’d needed that too, craved it even.

RYLEIGH

Fuck. She could listen to him moan for hours, it's such a deep, sensual sound in his throat. Her eyes flutter when and her own moan leaves her when he finally gives her that friction she craves against her clit. Drawing her deeper into the intimacy of the moment with every firm, dedicated brush. She doesn't expect him to sink into her, but then his finger is there, pushing inside of her and her walls are so sensitive, she gasps loudly and can't stifle her whimper as he presses up into her. Ryleigh's trembling harder against him, now, her hand still working along his cock with such a languid pace despite who much she wants to shift and impale herself on his cock without giving it any other thought. She doesn't, not yet, and his rumbling voice makes her smile. "Not a tease if I want you inside me, too, Bear," she points out, though her words are muffled by the kiss he gives her, a kiss she gladly returns with as much fervor, tightening herself around him.

BEAR

Bear kisses her and focuses on how she feels against his fingers because it’s basically the only thing rooting him to reality at the moment. She feels so good around him, the sounds she’s making go straight to his cock and he hardens even more in her hand, the fact that she’s basically shaking around him only amplifying his want as he works against her slowly in your with her movements. “So let me inside of you,” he says, pulling his finger out of her but shifting his fingers to her clit now as he rubs his fingers in circles against her, his mind totally fucked and incapable of the logic he managed from earlier about how young she was, the fact that she seemed soft and delicate and sweet in stark contrast to everything he was.

RYLEIGH

He throbs in her hand as she feels him grown harder, his cock a solid weight in her hand as she strokes along his length. She's content with continuing to tease him until he says those words. Until he pulls his finger out of her to circle her clit. She could've easily just nudged her panties aside and done just that, but no. Ryleigh takes the time to remove them all together, batting his hands away from her in the process, and she doesn't care as they're officially lost to the sea. Her legs are around his waist once more, taking hold of him once more and while the first time had been all him, pushing into her on her kitchen counter, this? She controls as she guides him against her, as she cants her hips and-- Ryleigh moans sweetly at the first push of him inside of her, the pinch of pain instantly giving way to pleasure. Both of her hands find purchase on his shoulders, then, as she slowly sinks herself down, every solid inch of him dragging along her sensitive walls and he feels just as good as before. Better. Maybe she'd broken first, but she doesn't think she's the loser.

BEAR

Bear doesn’t know what he though the best case scenario here would’ve been but this is so much better than anything he could’ve thought up. He sinks into her and as she takes every last inch of him, he’s huffing a long, shallow breath, the syllables of her name broken and laced through the sound as he feels himself burrow deeper and deeper so slowly that he’s doing his best not to lock his hips to hers out of mere impatience. He holds off though because the way they’re positioned, the way the water holds their bodies, he has no choice but to be victim to what she wants, to how she decides to move her body to his. “Holy fuck, Ryleigh,” he rasps against these swell of waves.

RYLEIGH

She takes him much easier now than before, despite still being incredibly tight around him. Her movements don't stop until there's no more for her to take, every inch of him nestled inside the heat of her. Despite stilling against him, the ocean waves lapping around them don't keep her still, creating that little bit of friction between them with every lap of the water around their bodies. His voice, rasping her name the way he does, sends a pleasurable shudder through her and she's using her leverage on his shoulders to lift herself up and sink back down. Before, he'd had all of the control, keeping her pinned to the counter as he fucked her, and here? Here, he's still holding her steady, but she's the one moving, the one fucking him, and it's--- "God, you feel so good," she moans out, and maybe the next time she has him naked, she'll do more than just want to be on his cock like this, but she's content with this - is desperate for this. Is it possible to be addicted to something in such a short amount of time?

BEAR

All he wants is for her to move against him, to feel what she wants from him, to see if it’s different to how he leveled his hips to hers, different to how he’d stroked into her. He’s not sure why but he’s absolutely on fire for what she’s doing, attention on every bit of tension in her body, the curve of her lips which he covers with his own, tongue stroking against hers. He wants to get her off, craves the way she came undone before, wants to hear his name in her mouth as she hurtles toward her orgasm. But he plays his role now, mouth tasting hers, not able to get enough of her as he tips his head to hers so he can suck in some air. “You feel so tight, Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmurs, voice husky and wrought with want.

RYLEIGH

Her gasp is drowned by the weight of his mouth against her own as he kisses her. She's never enjoyed kissing so much than she does when he's trying to taste every inch of her with his tongue. Even as she works herself against him, muscles taut, body tense, she can't help wondering how his tongue would feel on other parts of her body. If he'd dedicated just as much determination to making her come in other ways and as she clings to him, as his echoes between them, she has a feeling he'd be able to do anything he wanted to her and she'd fall apart for him, no questions asked. Ryleigh kisses him deeply, her hips stuttering when the water seems to grow with intensity around them. Every nerve in her body sparks with pleasure, her slick walls pulsing around him in time with the tumultuous rush towards a peak she doesn't want to reach just, yet.

BEAR

He takes her hair in a fist, needing some way to anchor her to him without affecting the way she’s working her body against his, without disrupting the way he can feel the head of his cock making rhythmic patterns inside of her thanks to the roll of her hips. His mouth is hot and needy and demanding against hers, not sure of a time he’d kissed a girl as much as this, not sure of a time he craved the feeling of soft lips against hers as much as he did right now. His hand goes to her as and he squeezes the flesh between his fingers, forever intoxicated with the way it curves away from her tight frame. There are words of affection that climb in his throat but he pushes them down, focusing on the feeling of her.

RYLEIGH

Her body hunches against his, pressing herself impossibly closer, as his hand fists into her hair. Her braid’s a fucking mess now, but she doesn’t care because she loves it when he tangles his hand in her hair like that. When those long, thick fingers escape into the tresses, as if it’s the only thing that’s going to keep him grounded. Ryleigh moans when he does it, eyes fluttering, pussy pulsing tightly around him in response. Torn between kissing him and riding his cock, she doesn’t know where to focus as his hands find her ass and she’s trying to push herself further into his touch. “Bear,” she whimpers after being unsure what to do with herself as she tries to focus on everything at once. “I can’t... I want... fuck,” the blonde whines softly, unable to articulate the swell of warmth in her chest and how her body is so close to shattering completely for him.

BEAR

Bear feels yet another rush of blood south as she touches him, rock solid in side of her, the sweet ache almost painfully in need of release as he feels her side over his cock. His eyes find hers as she whines and for a moment he’s afraid he’s going to beat her to the punch but he recovers, hand sliding to her breast before he follows his lips after, breaking the kiss to bring his lips and tongue to the peak of her breast, hips hitting forward hard as he moves his mouth over her nipple in languid, warm strokes.

RYLEIGH

Could that really have been all she needed? The way she trembles as his mouth slides over her skin, as he teases at one of her pink nipples, drawing breathy little whimpers from her in the process, she fucks him faster. Her languid, easy strokes become more desperate as a need crawls into her throat, as her walls flutter rhythmically around his cock. There’s no plea for him to let her come this time, she just does. Shuddering heavily against him, slamming down and holding him there deep inside of her molten heat. Panting, full, plush lips brushing his temple, Ryleigh nuzzles into him as she shakes against him. Then she starts moving again, working herself along his length despite how sensitive she is, because she wants to make him find his own pleasure.

BEAR

Bear feels her start to tense around him before he realizes intellectually what’s happening. As she does, he moves a hand to the small of her back as he feels her roll to him, body shuttering and pushing hard to hers as he flexes his hips forward to give her the friction he knows she needs, the tightening doing wonders for him as she clenches around him. He’s so worked up he can barely stand it, focusing on her so he can help her through her orgasm and not beat him to the punch. He’s a mess as she comes on his cock, a rush of wetness around him that he can feel even under the water as his tongue draws a circle around the other nipple, his body hitching hard to hers after the fact because he’s close, so goddamn close. He doesn’t know how but she’s tighter than before and that plus the sound that comes from her lips has him undone and he’s mumbling her name between breaths as he unloads deep inside of her just like he’s done before, her name and a deep sigh falling from his lips.

RYLEIGH

One of her arms slides to lock around his neck as she clings to him, his hips working against hers, fucking into her as she comes around him. Her name is almost sweet on his lips, finding she likes the way the syllables sound on his tongue. She doesn't want to want to get used to this. She doesn't have any clue if she'll even see him again after tonight, or if he'll even want to see her, but the way he feels pulsing inside of her, coming inside of her for the second time in at least two hours, she's mesmerized. Nobody's ever been this fucking good to her, sexually, and Ryleigh doesn't fucking know what to do about it except cling to him. Tightly as he sighs her name and rides out his pleasure, her walls fluttering around him to milk every drop from him.

BEAR

He’s absolutely spent by the time he finishes, exhausted from his body pulsing against hers. He lays his head against her shoulder as he comes inside of her, breathes coming hard and fast and uneven as he tries to get a hold of himself. The water washes around them and he finds the normalcy of it jarring as he comes back to himself, heart hammering a staccato against his chest as he tries to get a hold of his breathing. “Holy fuck,” he rasps under his breath, tangling a hair into her hair. .

RYLEIGH

Her hand slides up until it's resting on the back of his head, fingers in his hair as he drops his head to rest against her shoulder. Waves lapping around them, crashing along the shore, slowly begin to filter in around them as she'd been completely immersed in him and nothing else. Turning her head, Ryleigh tries to stop herself, but she's kissing the side of his face, his jaw, nuzzling the warmth of his skin and despite the strong scent of sea water, she can still smell him. Warm and strong. A shaky sound of her own spills from her lips, legs still wrapped around him. "That's one way to put it," she whispers, afraid to speak any louder, afraid he'll have that same moment in her apartment where he wants to book it. He wouldn't leave her out here; she thinks, so she's not afraid of that, but she-- God, she's a fucking mess.

BEAR

Bear moves his mouth toward hers when he feels her nuzzle him, heart pounding his chest as he comes down form his orgasm and he’s turns his head, rubbing his forehead against her neck because he just wants contact at this point, body going from taught to loose within a couple of seconds flat and he’s so comfortable, so spent that he doesn’t really feel like trying to do anything other than getting what he wants, which is contact. He plans a kiss absently against her shoulder, shaking his head a little. “That—you’re—God, you felt so good,” Bear said, at a total loss.

RYLEIGH

She allows herself a chance to bask in the warmth of him against her, how he seems to sink into her with no desire to really go anywhere else. Her own heart is beating heavily against her ribs and she's trying to calm her own breathing, goosebumps kissing her skin between the aftermath of her orgasm, the warmth of his body and the way the water continues to move around them. Ryleigh kisses the soft patch of skin behind his ear as his own lips caress her shoulder. She closes her eyes at the sound of his deep voice, a low rumble against her chest and in her ears, a warm smile finding her lips. "You felt good, too. So good," she admits, nipping lightly at his jaw.

BEAR

Bear wants to feel her smile against his jaw literally always. He can feel it even as she nips at him and he can hear it in her voice, why does it seem like she’s always smiling? He’s tired, totally spent, and wishes he was some place he could lay back and pass out and not have to worry about driving a half hour down the road on his motorcycle. He’s still hard somehow but slips from her, so sensitive that he swears under his breath. “Fuck,” he swears under his breath, nudging his forehead against the side of her face. “First time I’ve ever done that...” he mumbles under his breath.

RYLEIGH

Maybe they hadn't thought better of where they actually were, caught up in the moment, but it's not like either of them expected this to happen. Ryleigh certainly hadn't thought it could, but she has no regrets. Except, maybe, somehow figuring out how to get them back home safely. When he slips out of her, she can't quiet her whimper of disappointment fast enough. No, he can't stay inside of her forever, but it still felt nice, being so connected with him. Ryleigh lifts her head just enough when he nudges his forehead against her face, turning to brush her lips against his. "Sex in the ocean? Definitely my first time for that, too," she agrees, an amused sound of light laughter bubbling from her throat. This hazy, lazy feeling settling in her bones, she's a little lethargic and she's almost certain she could fall asleep like this, with his arms warm and secure around her, which is a startling thought because she can't remember the last time she's gotten more than an hour or two of sleep at time without her body completely giving out on her first.

BEAR

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself from talking. “You wanna come over?” Bear asks, voice still husky from what they’ve just done, mind only on what it feels like to feel her body against his. He can’t remember the last time he’d craved having a body pressed to his like he does now, wanting it to last even as he knows he’s going to have to pull away from her before long to wade back to the beach, back to their clothes, back to his bike and back to reality.

RYLEIGH

His invitation surprises her, but she doesn't even have to think about it before she answers. "Yes." They'd never made it to the dessert she made for him, but this is so much better than the cheesecake sitting on her counter. Her hand brushes across his shoulder, fingers dancing up his neck until they're traipsing along his jaw. She gives him a small smile before she kisses him again, this one far less feverish, but with no less want behind it. "I'd love to," she adds, her nose bumping his as she lifts her head. Reality awaits them and Ryleigh really wishes they didn't have to go anywhere. "You might have to carry me... my legs feel a little bit like jelly right now and I'm pretty sure the ocean ate my panties," she chuckles, warmth in her cheeks, but her smile is genuine and accentuates her dimples when she meets his gaze.

BEAR

Bear looks down at her and his stomach does this stupid fucking flip when he sees her dimples. He looks away, watching the ocean rise and fall over her shoulder before he nods, not even really looking at her before he nods in turn. “Okay, sounds good,” he says absently, leaning down to brush his lips over hers before he leans over and pulls his boxers up over his waist and then bends at the waist and effectively flips her up over one shoulder so she’s bent at the hips with her thighs and knees against his chest and her face to her back. He walks with her through the surf, smacking her ass as he moves, smirking a little to himself because he hadn’t given her any warning.

RYLEIGH

Her lips tingle in the wake of his kiss and she expects him to keep her where she is. Ryleigh yelps loudly because she doesn't expect him to sling her entirely naked body over his shoulder, her face against his back, her ass practically in his face from this angle. When he smacks her ass, she knows he doesn't mean for it to be suggestive in any way, but God the sting he leaves against her flesh makes her squirm against him. She punches a small fist against the hard rock of his own because he's rude. "Bear! A warning would've been nice!" It also shouldn't turn her on so much, how easily he'd been able to do that, because their size difference alone is absolutely ridiculous, but it also-- she feels safe, despite being as exposed as she is.

BEAR

Bear’s got testosterone flowing through him so much after their romp that he doesn’t even think twice about it, shrugging a little and honestly laughing to himself under his breath because it’s so....not him, honestly. He sets her down on a stand bar so she’s his height for once and cocks a brow at her. “D’you want to be carried or what?” He asks, tone challenging as he meets her eye.

RYLEIGH

When he sets her down, all the blood rushes from her head and she has to hold onto his arms to keep from losing her balance. Not that she believes he'd actually let her fall or hurt herself right now. "Yesssss," she answers, drawing it out, not backing down from the challenge in his eyes. "But warn a girl before all the blood goes rushing and I can literally feel my pulse in my ears." She teases, leaning forward to kiss him again, just because she can. "Also, your butt really isn't a bad thing to be looking at. You could bounce a quarter off that thing. Is that even the right way to use that term?" Maybe she's a little woozy between the blood rush and the amazing sex because she's definitely not making any sense.

BEAR

He’s so thrown, so surprised that the laugh that comes out of him is loud and totally unreserved and it takes him a couple of seconds to rub a hand across his mouth to stop it from continuing, shaking his head a little at her as he folds his arms across his chest. “Did I knock your head against something, Meadows?” He asked, voice filled with amusement as he cocks a brow at her, still barely able to hold his laughter in.

RYLEIGH

God, he has a nice laugh. Ryleigh watches him, beaming in response to the rumble of sound he releases. Even as he tries to stifle the laughter, it doesn't look like he can, which amuses her to no end, but she shakes her head at him. "No, I don't think so. I think the amazing orgasm you gave me and all the blood rushing to my head made me a little woozy, but I'm good," she pats her bare hands against his chest. "Get a move on, though, because it's fucking freezing... please?" She bats her eyelashes at him, her lips pursing into a small little pout.

BEAR

Bear rolled his eyes eyes at her but also he was already ready to agree with the rest, the brow he had raised cocking more as he met her eye, trying not to grin at the pout on her face. “You ready this time around?” He asked, making like he was moving to pick her up the same way as he had before.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh nods, lips morphing into a wider smile, pout completely gone. "Yep, I'm ready," she answers, shifting in front of him, ready for him to sling her over his shoulder as he'd done before.

BEAR

And so Bear did sling her over his shoulder, walking through the surf relatively smoothly as he reached up and patted her ass. “You know, this,” he said, squeezing the flesh of her ass firmly before he spread his palm over it. “Kind of fucking great.”

RYLEIGH

Who can really explain how she feels right now, other than completely light and utterly.... free? Ryleigh can't remember the last time she's ever felt like this, not a single worry to be had. She's living in the moment, embracing this with him, and when his hand reaches up to patt at her ass again, she squirms a little. When he squeezes it, though, she actually moans a little and doesn't even try to stop it. "Listen, unless you plan on fucking it later or spanking me a little, you might want to stop that," she warns him, though her voice is hardly threatening considering her position and... well... she's essentially talking to his ass.

BEAR

Bear is 900% thrown off at the comment, not sure if she’s joking or not but he’s curious as hell so he tries to keep his tone light as if he’s working under the assumption that she’s fucking with him even though he can’t get the little moan out of his head so he smooths his palm over the other cheek and squeezes that too, maybe a little more roughly than before. “I’ll put it wherever you want it, Meadows.”

RYLEIGH

Now that's just mean. Ryleigh does moan, a little louder, when he grabs at her other cheek. Her ass has always been really sensitive and his hand feels incredible - calloused fingers against the silk of her skin. Her ass, unlike most of her backside, is surprisingly unblemished, but she definitely doesn't hate when it's made sore because someone's been a little too rough with her. Not that she's had much chance to experience that in quite some time. "So you'd fuck my ass if I asked nicely?" She grins, her own hand shifting to pinch at the muscle of his own rear. "Or maybe I should beg for it a little? You did like it when I said please earlier..." Ryleigh muses, patting his ass where she pinched him. "We'll talk about the thoughts I've had about my mouth and your anatomy later."

BEAR

Bear isn’t sure if he’s turned on or called out or neither or both as he listens to her talk—regardless, her words go directly to his dick and he can feel a vague tug at the base of his gut as she talks about him fucking her ass, at her comment about her begging him, when she said she’d had thoughts about her mouth and his anatomy. What the hell. He smacks her ass again now as he reaches the beach, walking with her up toward where they left their clothes before setting her down at eyeing her as if trying to gauge if what she was saying or true. “Yeah I’d do it,” he said, eyes watching hers as if he’s not sure if there’s a joke being pulled on him or not. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

RYLEIGH

His hand smacks against her ass again and she whimpers, because hadn't she just said-- Ryleigh huffs when he puts her down, her cheeks red, her head throbbing as all the blood tries to rush back to their normal places. Especially between her thighs, an entirely new sense of arousal there after all this talk about her ass and his hand smacking against the flesh. "Why?" She questions, her brows lifting, as she takes a step toward him. Their clothes are right there and she really is fucking freezing, but she enjoys the look on his face a little too much right now. "Do you like the thought of it? Spanking my ass red, until I'm begging you to stop, begging you to fuck me while my ass is sore because it'll feel so good?" Her voice is sugary sweet, bordering on innocent, even as the filth drips off her lips. "Or maybe it's what you want me to do with my mouth, instead. I can tell you the amount of times I've thought about dropping to my knees for you... can you?" Ryleigh cants her head, giving him a sweet smile and a pat of her hand against his chest before she spins away and makes a beeline for her clothes.

BEAR

Bear stands there slack jawed for beat too long and by the time he’s ready to come up with anything that might resemble any sort of reasonable or clever response, she’s turned away and headed to her clothes. He huffs out a breath, clearly affected by what she’s saying, before he heads over to where his jeans are. He steps out of his boxers, standing there stark naked as he picks up his jeans and starts to step into them commando. “I’d imagine it’s a similar number of times that I’ve thought about you riding my face,” he says almost as if this were an after thought, struggling over at her as he buttons up his fly and picks up his shirt form the ground.

RYLEIGH

Her back turned toward him, she’s grinning, teeth biting at her lower lip to keep her grin from spreading any wider. She’s just pulled her own jeans back up her legs when his voice breaks the silence, a new wave of heat through her body making her knees tremble. God. She struggles to get her bra on, but is soon pulling her T-shirt back over her head and spinning to face him. “And how many times is that, exactly?” Ryleigh asks as she plops down and starts putting her boots on. Once they’re on, she’s on her feet again and pulling her braid loose so she can wear her hair in a low pony instead. “Because you do kind of have the perfect jaw for it,” she points out when she approaches him, an easy smile on her mouth.

BEAR

She’s a smart ass and Bear /loves/ that. The confidence of her comments, the way that she challenges him...he likes being right, but he likes being fought with more, even if it’s just in jest—it makes him feel like someone gives a shit enough to play along with him, to pay attention, to not let him just get away with the first thing he says. He drops the fabric of his shirt over his head and it sticks to him where his chest is wet as he looks over at her, smirking a little to himself as he rubs his jaw with the palm of his hand. “That’s what I’ve always heard...I’ve got a face for eating pussy.”

RYLEIGH

Of course her eyes zero in on where his plan scrubs along his jaw. As if he’s purposely drawing attention to it. “We’ll see... I mean, I don’t think they’re wrong, but I’m all for hands on experiences. Practice makes perfect, you know?” She teases, easing her jacket back on as she leads the way back to his bike.

BEAR

Bear follows after her, watching her ass the entire way because now that he’s touched it and they’ve talked about him fucking it, it’s sort of the only thing he can think of. “I have references,” he said from behind her, smirking a little as he caught up.

RYLEIGH

“Nah, I don’t take references. I like to try things out for myself,” Ryleigh smirks back at him. Finding his bike again is easy, so is ignoring the very minor strike of something to her gut at the thought of references. Of course he’d have them. He’s fucking gorgeous and she has no idea why he’s wasting an entire evening with her, but Ryleigh is going to bask in every single moment she gets with him. She reaches for the helmet still resting on his seat at the same moment a rumbling of thunder can be heard in the distance. “You think you can get us back to your place before it rains?” She doubts driving a motorcycle in the rain is safe, but she’s also no expert.

BEAR

Bear tips his head back to the sky and inhales deeply, suddenly surprised that he couldn’t smell rain the the air earlier—it seems impossible to have missed in the first place now. “If we get moving,” he said, picking up his jacket and shrugging it on before he picked up his keys and threw a leg over his bike, kicking down the stand and starting it before he nodded at her to get on. Once she’s on, he revs the engine, waits for her to grip onto him tightly, and takes off faster than before, kind of booking it back toward the center of town.

RYLEIGH

There’s no easing her into it as she settles on the bike behind him and wraps her arms around his chest as she’d done before. Her hands are tight, front against his back, and there’s no need for her to stare in awe around them. She closes her eyes and lets herself be in the moment, holding just a little tighter than before, because he’s definitely driving much faster for good reason.

BEAR

They’re heading through the downtown when the sky opens up and it begins raining /buckets/. They’re at a stoplight when it starts and he swears, laughing a little to himself, shaking his head a little as he’s drenched within a matter of moments. He pushes a hand through his hair, sending it standing up a little before the rain pelts it down again and he shakes some of the water out as he looks at her over his shoulder. “Fuck.”

RYLEIGH

Water must be their theme of the evenings. A water fight in the kitchen? A venture into the ocean? Rain? God she wants to take this helmet off and just bask in it because she’s never more free than when it’s raining. Her hand rises to push through his hair again, the rain pelting it back down. “You’re a mess,” she says, through her voice is muffled by the helmet.

BEAR

When her hand goes into his hair, Bear is suddenly aware of how much he likes the feeling of it—the warmth from her palm against the cool water, her mumbling against the helmet. He shifts, craning his neck back to look at her. “Fuck you, I look great,” he winks at her before they’re off again, cruising toward the outskirts of town on the opposite way from which they came. He pulls into an apartment complex that’s relatively forgettable and finds a spot, pulling in and cutting the engine as the rain continues to pelt them.

RYLEIGH

He does look great. It’s kind of a problem. Ryleigh only laughs when he winks at her. By the time they pull into a parking lot, she’s more than ready to be off the motorcycle. Not because she hadn’t trusted him, but because... Ryleigh drags the helmet off and holds it one hand after she climbs from the bike. She turns her face up toward the sky, closes her eyes and just lets herself bask in every pelt against her skin. Her clothes are drenched, her hair is clinging to her skin, but she loves every moment. When she realizes she’s been caught up in the moment, she finally peers in his direction , a light laugh leaving her. “Sorry, I just really love it when it rains like this.”

BEAR

Bear climbs off of the bike as well, his shirt and jeans basically plastered to his skin as he pulls the fabric away at his abdomen because it’s basically like cling-wrapped to him at this point. He watches her, smiling a little to himself until she looks at him and he shrugs a little. “I like it too,” he said simply, feeling a fondness in his chest at how she reacted but he’s not entirely sure why. “You ready to go in?” He jerks his head in the direction of his apartment.

RYLEIGH

He’s drenched. They both are. But that’s not the first thing she thinks when she looks at him. She kind of really wants to kiss him, again, so she closes the distance between them and rises up onto her tiptoes to do that. Her hand not currently holding onto the helmet lifts to wrap around his neck, an attempt to draw him to her. After another minute, she nods up at him, smiling. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Not sure whether to leave the helmet or bring it with, she keeps a hold on it as she motions for him to lead the way, her free hand settling around his arm.

BEAR

When his eyes go to hers, Bear knows that she wants to kiss him—he doesn’t know why or what spurred the moment, but he moves toward her and kisses her, arm moving around her waist in a half hug, keys in hand. His mouth is soft and easy against hers and he can taste the salt water that the rain has washed from her hair down into her lips. When she pulls back, he jerks his head toward the steps and leads the way, reaching to take the helmet from her. He stops at a door not far from the second floor landing, all the apartment doors facing an open air courtyard. He moves his arm to use both hands, helmet propped against his knee and the door, to unlock it and nods for her to go in, following after. He flicks on lights and locks the door behind him, shrugging out of his drenched jacket. The apartment is clean if not a little spartan, with few person effects aside from a couple of books on some shelves and a wall where Bear has taped about a hundred photos in a neat grid, shots from his time in Alaska, Canada, Washington, Oregon, Utah, and Northern California.

RYLEIGH

She follows him easily, observing her surroundings, the open courtyard. It’s nice, airy and makes her miss her nights spent on the rooftop of her building back in New York. Aiden’s building didn’t have anything like what she was used to - she’d tried to venture up to the roof once, but found it locked and sealed to ‘Employee Access’ only. When they enter his apartment, though, she lets herself look around for a moment before her gaze is instantly drawn to a wall of pictures. So many pictures. She’s wet and her boots make a gross sound as she walks across the room toward the wall, she can’t help herself despite the goosebumps rising over her skin as a chill eases down her spine. “These are beautiful,” she comments lightly, looking over them, not daring to reach out and touch.

BEAR

Most of the pictures—all black and white—of are scenery, occasionally some towns, the inside of bars, a couple of shots of auto shops or motorcycles. There are people in them but they don’t tend to be the focus aside from a few pictures of Bear with some friends he probably doesn’t keep in touch with anymore, a shot of him and Mariposa throwing back shots at a bar, a couple of him fishing. He kicks off his boots and socks and tugs his shirt over his head, leaving the white fabric on the rug in front of the front door as he walks over to her and looks at the photographs over her shoulder. “About the only thing I’ve ever collected,” he said, not really realizing it was true until he said it. It was the best way for him to keep track of all of the little towns he stopped through, his friends from home, the people who passed through his life.

RYLEIGH

They’re still beautiful. A montage of his life, and it surprises her, the personal touch. Her gaze tracks over the pictures, drinking up one image from the next before her gaze stumbles on one of them. “Wait... you know Mariposa?” She asks, pointing to the picture of him and Mariposa, or Butterfly as Ryleigh has taken to calling her in her head. “I met her like a month after I got here... small world. She’s nice, though,” she muses, warmth coloring her cheeks because she’d definitely spent a fair amount of time beneath those beautiful eyes. “Seems like she could kill me with one hand, but I dig it.” She adds, tucking her wet hair behind her ear before she removes her jacket. “I love them. They’re beautiful,” she reiterates before turning to him. “Do you have anywhere I can put these— a dryer to throw them in maybe?” Ryleigh shifts a little awkwardly, she doesn’t want to drip all over the floor. “And maybe something for me to wear?” A little sheepish grin finds her lips as she looks up at him.

BEAR

Bear nods when she asks about Mariposa, looking at the picture of the two of them and grinning a little to himself before nodding and then shaking his head. "Uh, yeah," he said, rubbing his hand across his jaw as he tried not to smirk. "We spent some time together when I hitchhiking through Canada--she picked me up, we ended up in Washington and got jobs at the same garage, what have you..." he trailed off, then cleared his throat, nodding at Ryleigh's assessment of Mariposa. "She definitely could kill you with one hand, she's tried to kick my ass before and it was a close call," he joked, then nodded a little as he jerked his head toward a door past a bathroom. "Washer and dryer in there, I'll go grab you something," he says as he meets her eye.

RYLEIGH

"She mentioned something about liking cars. Thinks mine is a trash heap, probably," Ryleigh shakes her head, amused at the fact that they know the same person. It's only a passing thought, a flicker and it's gone, wondering if he's slept with her. Ryleigh can't say anything, because she'd definitely slept with her, too. Have you seen her? She's some kind of Goddess incarnate and incredibly hard to resist. As quickly as the thought appears, it's gone, though, and Ryleigh laughs at the image of her trying to kick his ass. "I'd pay to see that," she murmus with amusement. When he jerks his head, she follows the path with her eyes before allowing them to drift back to him. "Thank you," she smiles at him. She's usually smiling, has made a habit of forcing them, but around him? They don't feel as forced and she's not sure what to do with that knowledge. "Clothes please? I'll throw them in with mine," she offers instead of picking apart her thoughts, already dragging her shirt over her head as she waits for him to undress.

BEAR

He smiles a little at the comment about Mariposa because he girl knew her cars and probably was judgmental about just about everything related to motors. “She’s got a mean hook,” Bear says, just giving Ryleigh something to latch onto because he can tell she’s amused and when he turns to meet her eye she’s grinning at him. He reaches down and undoes his belt as she tugs her shirt over her head and he watches as the pale of her stomach is exposed before he moves his eyes back up to her face. “Nice of you,” he mumbles, unbuttoning his jeans and thinking about earlier in the evening, wondering how the hell he’d taken his pants off now for a third time today on her request.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh sighs, almost wistfully, when Bear mentions Mariposa having a mean hook. "Left or right?" She makes it sound like she's really interested, and she kind of is, considering her own hooks are terrible, but that's the point of learning self defense, isn't it? At least, it's on her list, anyway. Someone can't use you for a punching bag if you know how to throw your own punches. His belt comes loose, and it's not lost on her that this is the third time in about as many hours as he's going to be naked because of her. "It's the least I can do," she shrugs, and doesn't elaborate. Ryleigh eases her own jeans down her thighs - though it does take a minute and a struggle to get them off because they're practically clinging to her skin.

BEAR

Bear’s eyes fall down to her thighs as she shimmies out of her jeans and it takes a beat for them to go back to her face before he speaks. “Right hook,” he says almost absently, stepping out of his jeans and leaving his boxer briefs on as he folds his jeans over his arm. “Lots of stupid drunk nights daring each other to do dumb shit.”

RYLEIGH

"You think she'd teach me?" Ryleigh grins up at him, having had to sit on the floor to finish pulling her jeans off because they hated her. Once they're off, she's very aware of the fact that she's wearing only her bra and nothing else as she moves onto her knees in order to stand, which puts her in a precarious position right in front him in only his boxer briefs. She stares for a beat too long, before blinking up at him and then jumping to her feet, stealing his jeans from him, grabbing up his shirt, and her own clothes, before making a beeline for the direction of he'd indicated earlier.

BEAR

Bear opens his mouth to answer her but then she’s on his floor and he’s watching her, brow raised and pulse pounding a little harder in his neck and then, when’s he’s on her knees, he feels a rush of blood go south. His eyes are on hers and there’s something about the doe-eyed look that she always has that’s amplified by the fact that her mouth isn’t far from his cock that makes him shift his wait, throat clearing as she gets up and takes the denim out of his hand—he doesn’t resist but watches her ass as she retreats from the room. He lets out a short, loudish laugh before he rakes a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he walks do the corner of his room near the mattress on the floor, opening an old-school trunk and pulling out a pair of PJ pants, another pair of jeans, and two plain white v-neck shirts. He puts the PJ pants and one shirt on the back of the couch before he tugs on his jeans and the other shirt.

RYLEIGH

Honestly, she needs to get a grip of herself. She's already had him inside of her twice, but even that doesn't seem like enough and she's beginning to feel a little bit greedy. Ryleigh's meticulous about starting a load of their clothes, struggling to reach the detergent, having to stand on her tip toes to do so, but she manages just fine. Once the wash starts, she finally pads back through his home - completely fucking naked - and makes a beeline for the clothes she sees laid out on the bed. Ryleigh slips the shirt over her head and it swallows her just as much as his previous shirt had when she slipped it on at her apartment. This one smells more like clean laundry than him and she's a little disappointed by it. She forgoes the pajama pants, since the shirt covers all her important bits, before turning to face him. "Do you have any water or anything?" Ryleigh asks as she leans back against the couch, her hair a damp, tousled mess framing her face.

BEAR

Bear watches her walk naked through his house and he’s not really sure if he’s having actual thoughts anymore or if his brain is just sending signals to his cock that twice in one day is somehow not enough. And then she’s standing in just a t-shirt and his eyes are on her thighs before they eventually take their time to get back to up hers and it takes him a beat to speak. “What?” He says, clearly getting over being distracted.

RYLEIGH

He's staring. Why does she like that so much? Usually, anyone staring too long at her the way he is makes her uncomfortable, makes her want to hide herself away, but she's bared more to him in the last few hours than she has to anyone, and he's still looking at her like he's just as hungry for her as she is for him. "Keep looking at me like that and I'm going to wonder why you bothered to put on jeans to begin with," she warns him lightly, choosing to make her way to his kitchen on her own. "Where are your cups?" Ryleigh calls over her shoulder, standing in the middle of his small kitchen space as she debates which cabinet to try first if he doesn't answer her in time.

BEAR

A smirk spreads across his face even as she walks away from him and he tries to bite it back but it’s there and he knows she’s seen it as he rubs his hand over his jaw before he follows after her into the kitchen. He slips past her, hand against the small of her back actually out of need rather than because he wants to touch her...but also he wants to touch her so who actually knows. He reaches up and opens a cabinet—inside there are mismatched beer glasses, a couple of whiskey tumblers, and mason jars. He pulls down one of the jars and fills it with cold water from the tap before holding it out to her.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh sinks back into the warmth of his hand on her lower back, accepting the expanse of his hand against her. If they hadn't shared their moment earlier in the ocean, their talk of scars, she might've flinched away from the touch, but she leans into it because-- does she even have a good answer? Because she wants to. She watches him reach up for a glass, watches him fill the glass with water, watches him hand it to her. Ryleigh smiles with gratitude at him before the glass is lifted and she takes a few large gulps. Licking all that sea water off of him really made her thirsty.

BEAR

Bear pretends not to watch her out of the corner of his eye as he leans down and washes his hands, living the tap running as he grabs himself a jar and fills that as well, draining it almost like it’s a shot before he cuts the tap and walks to the other counter where there’s a bottle of whiskey. He tips a little of the amber liquid into the jar, looking at her over his shoulder and cocking a brow at her. “I know you don’t drink much, but I’d be an asshole if I didn’t offer anyway.”

RYLEIGH

She's still nursing her own water by the time he downs his and reaches for the bottle of amber liquid. Ryleigh immediately shakes her head at him, giving him a small smile. "I'm alright, thanks for offering, though," she answers, finishing off her water and reaching for the tap to fill her glass once more. This one she carries back to his living room and drops herself onto the couch, curling her legs bare legs underneath her when she does.

BEAR

Bear shrugs a little like ‘suit yourself’ and he throws it back like a shot before pouring more, following her back over to the couch and sitting down next to her, only hesitating next to the armchair for a beat before he decides that he can definitely handle being next to her, that’s fine. “So...” he said, clearing his throat. He didn’t really have a plan for this so he’s trying to think on his feet. “Wanna watch something? Play cards?” Ruin my couch, wake up my neighbors because we’re banging against the wall, literally punch me in the face, whatever.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh drinks down half of the cup before she sets it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. She stares at him for a half beat, her eyes heavy lidded because she is tired, but there's also an unmistakable buzzing beneath her skin that reminds her why she doesn't want to sleep and won't be any time soon. Slowly, she rises to her knees and shifts toward him until she's kneeling beside him on the couch, facing him. "Can I be honest with you?" Ryleigh questions softly, fingers tugging at the hem of his t-shirt where it stretches over her thighs.

BEAR

“Yeah, you should definitely be honest with me,” Bear says without a hesitation as he watches her face, then her body beneath the t-shirt as her curves press to the fabric and then disappear when it billows with her movements. He sits up a little straighter as she nears and it takes basically all of his self control to not reach out and put a hand between her thighs as she’s talking to him.

RYLEIGH

She leans forward, the front of her body brushing against his arm, crooking a finger at him for him to lean closer to her as well. "I've had a really good time tonight and I'm glad you let me cook dinner for you," Ryleigh tells him, her voice that same sugary sweet it's been all evening right before she does something completely the opposite. "I definitely didn't plan on letting you fuck me... I honestly thought I'd be able to hold out a little bit longer, but you're... somethin' else," she laughs, the sound low, and throaty, her fingers dragging down the front of his chest as her accent thickens in the moment. "What I was originally going to say, though," Ryleigh continues, gaze dropping to watch her hand as she pops the button on his jeans, "I'd really, really like to taste you." She finishes, gaze shifting back up his body to meet his as her delicate fingers tug on the zipper of his jeans. Why had he even bothered with actual pants again? Because they're not fucking rabbits, but he's under her skin and she's-- She's never been selfish, sexually, because she's never been given the chance to. Before Dayton, the last time she'd had an actual orgasm had been two and a half years ago. Sex usually wasn't about her pleasure, wasn't about her at all, but Bear makes her feel... Ryleigh wants him. She wants the pleasure he gives her, she wants... She leans forward, her soft mouth brushing against his jaw. "Can I? Please?" A nearly whimpered whisper into his ear.

BEAR

When he hears her voice all sweet like that, he’s in trouble. Like, somehow in even more trouble than her. Because instead of thinking it’s cute or innocent or whatever it actually sounds like, it shoots a direct route from his ears to his cock and he’s going to get hard if she keeps talking, what the fuck. Especially when she says fuck. Especially when she laughs and touches him and yep, he’s definitely hard. She’s moving slowly as she speaks and he half considers flipping her onto her back and pushing the hem of her shirt and.... He forces himself to listen to her as the sound of the zipper vaguely registers somewhere in the back of his mind. When she asks if she can taste him, he moves a hand on top of hers and his warm skin presses to hers, presses it the ridge where the denim pulls taut along against his length as it follows the inside of his thigh. He keeps it there, stopping her, before he looks from their hands to her eyes. “Me first.”

RYLEIGH

She thinks he's going to stop her when his hand moves over top of hers. His skin is warm against her small hand, but he doesn't necessarily push her hand away, so that's a good sign? Even better when he pushes her hand flush against the length of him and how he's grown harder in the last few minutes for her. Because of her? It's a heady feeling to have such an affect on someone, which is why she's always been a giver. She doesn't know how to be a receiver , though, so when he, instead, turns the tables on her, she laughs a little nervously. "You don't have to," she says, because it's instinctive, because... even with her more recent experiences with that, she's still... would he even like it? Ryleigh squirms at the thought of his face between her thighs, that strong jaw, his beard scratching against her silky skin, her fingers in his hair. Okay. Maybe it's really not a bad thought after all if the ache between her thighs is any indication. Her cheeks are warm and she's blushing despite what she's said not a minute before this.

BEAR

Bear’s brow furrows a little at the ‘you don’t have to’ comment because the last time he was inside her he was thinking about what it would be like to feel that wet, slick warmth between her thighs against his tongue. He shakes his head at her, cocking a brow a little as he nudges her head slightly with hers, his mouth going against the spot just to the left of her chin, following the plane of her jaw toward her neck, mouth meeting the spot below her ear. “You should let me,” he said, one hand moving to her thigh as he shifts away from her to kneel on the floor in front of the couch, pulling away and jerking his head at her like he wanted her to sit and scoot closer to him.

RYLEIGH

If his gentle nudging of his head against hers, of his mouth brushing against her chin, before finding that sensitive sweet spot on her neck, just below her ear, then his voice absolutely cements how much she wants this. He's pulling away from her so quickly, his warmth gone from her, but then he's kneeling on the floor in front of the couch and she wants him to move, she can see it in his eyes. So she does, shifting around so she's in front of him, leaning back against the back cushion of the couch, knees drawn up slightly so her thighs are shut, but not tightly. His shirt slips down her thighs, but she doesn't allow her thighs to fall open, not yet. She almost smiles coyly, but finds she can't, because she's nervous and instead, bites hard into her bottom lip as she waits for him to touch her. To do anything, because in this moment, she's at a loss.

BEAR

Bear doesn’t know if it’s acceptable that her hesitance and shyness turns him on but it does and he moves his hands high up on the outside of her thighs before he runs them down toward her knees. He sits up higher on his knees and slides his palms back up higher again toward her waist. “If you hate it,” he says, reaching over and turning off the light on the end table next to them so the room is dim, the only light coming from the kitchen before moving to kiss along the inside of her calf, pushing her legs slightly open but only by enough to get his lips purchase. “We can stop,” he said, voice low.

RYLEIGH

He doesn’t dive right in, which she appreciates. His hands are gentle with his touch and she feels herself relax. Even more so when he clicks off the light and whether he meant to do it to help her or for another reasons, she releases a soft breath and nods. “Okay,” she whispers, her legs parting under his guidance as he kisses her calf. His voice alone increases the ache between her thighs and she can feel how wet she is, but the fact that being in this position leaves her so exposed has always made her feel uncertain. He knows about her scars so she doesn’t have to make him promise not to ask about them, which is a relief, but also slightly terrifying. Breathing in deep, she allows herself to relax as his lips move higher, her trembling legs parting nearly on their own.

BEAR

Bear can feel her shaking and he shifts, mouth going up high on the inside of her knee before he pulls her away and looks her in the eye as his moves his hand where his mouth had been sliding it up higher along the inside of her thigh as they make eye contact. “You alright?” He asks, his voice pitched a little lower, a little raspier than it normally is because he’s turned on and he’s not sure if he should be or not.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh almost whimpers when he pulls away because she definitely doesn’t want that. His fingers feel almost as good, her eye lids fluttering, her body trembling from need more than anything else. “Yeah... I just... don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing,” she admits, because he’d told her she should always be honest with him, right? Ryleigh bites her lip, contemplating her next words, but they’re out before she can stop them. “What if you don’t like the way I taste?” Because licking her from his fingers is one thing. Actually.... straight from the source? Ryleigh’s so wet at the thought of his mouth on her, though, her thighs parting a little wider and she’s sure if he looks between them, he’ll be able to see her arousal for him glistening on her inner thighs.

BEAR

Bear lets out a little bit of a snort as his fingers brush higher and his calloused fingertips feel the wetness and he feels his cock twitch against his jeans and he presses his lips together, shaking his head. “I’m gonna like it, you should put your legs on my shoulders,” he says, his voice going the tiniest bit firm because he was turned on and couldn’t stop thinking about what she tasted like. He sat up straighter again, fingertips brushing almost high enough to touch her pussy before he backs his hand away again, trying to coax her closer to him.

RYLEIGH

She might be developing a little bit of an obsession with those hands because they feel wonderful against her skin; rough against soft, goosebumps rising the higher his hand crawls as she feels him taunting her. That little bit of firmness in his tone is enough to pull the tiniest of whimpers from her throat before she’s scooting closer to the edge of the couch and lifting one of her legs over his shoulders. She already hates the cotton he’s wearing, more than eager to feel his skin against every inch of her own. His shirt slips higher up her thighs until it’s bunched fabric around her hips, baring her to him.

BEAR

“Perfect,” Bear mumbles as he brings his mouth up to the inside of her thigh, hands on her pelvic bone now as his eyes flick between her legs and he grunts quietly, huffing a breath against her skin. He pulls her a little closer, mouth working higher as he trails his lips and tongue over her, taking his time before he repeats this on her other thigh, eyes trailing over her body up to hers for a beat to gauge her response. He sucks at a spot high on her thigh, tongue rolling languidly over wetness and he huffs another breath. “So good,” he rumbles, low voice vibrating over her skin.

RYLEIGH

His mouth moving over her skin effectively shuts off anything else not currently focused on him. All that seems to matter ache she’s suddenly very aware of, the need to have his mouth higher. Except he’s teasing her, a pouting whimper leaving her as her thigh tenses, muscle twitching beneath the spot he sucks into her skin. Her head drops back against the couch, and with literally nothing else to do with her hands, one of them sinks into his hair as she shifts her hips in a silent attempt to convince him to keep going.

BEAR

Bear gets the message loud and clear, smirking a little to himself at her reaction, at the shift of her hips, because he knows that he’s not the only one who’s wanting this to happen. It encourages him and he moves his mouth higher, nipping at the thin skin at the inside most of her thigh before he brings his mouth against her core, not teasing anymore as he rolls his tongue against her clit, grip on her waist going a little tighter as he sucks the spot where his tongue had just been.

RYLEIGH

As uncertain as she’d been before, she’s definitely not the moment she feels the heat of his mouth against her. Followed by the velvet heat of his tongue against her little clit and she moans so loudly when he closes his mouth around it instead. Her face flushed red, despite all the blood in her body rushing toward the most sensitive part of her, her hand tightening in his hair. Her eyes drift open to peer down the length of her body, wanting to watch him, wonders if he can feel how much she’s enjoying this as she grows impossibly wet with every suckle of his mouth around her clit.

BEAR

The sound that comes out of her mouth is what does it for him the most. Yes, she tastes amazing and yes he can feel that she’s getting wetter as he goes, but it’s the sound of her voice against the quiet—aside from the sounds he’s making, the occasional hum from the back of his throat or grunt in response to her notices—that spurs him on, that makes him reach up to take her breast in his palm over the shirt, fingers splaying over her nipple as he runs the other hand down from her waist to the outside of her thigh, fingers kneading over the skin as he works his mouth against her in response to what’s getting her to moan the most.

RYLEIGH

There’s something erotic about his hand in her breast with his shirt still covering her trembling frame, able to feel the heat of his hand through the thin cotton. Her thighs are shaking on either side of his with every second he spends between her thighs, thoroughly tasting her until all she can do is moan for him. Little whimpers when he taunts her, a louder moan when he sucks a little harder. She’s intoxicated by the feel and smell of him around her and she’s struck by a wayward thought. How she could get used to this, to him and this and as quickly as she thinks it, she pushes it a way, both hands in his hair now as her back arches a curse rolls off her tongue. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible,” she praises, savoring his ability to take his time. Right now, they have all the time in the world.

BEAR

It doesn’t take long before that hand on the outside of her thigh is moving between her legs as well and he shifts up on his knees higher so he can slip a finger inside of her, mouth still on her clit as he strokes his tongue against her in time with his finger, finding himself getting harder now that he can feel her clench around his finger and taste her at the same time. “You taste....so fucking good,” he mumbles against her, letting the sound reverberate against her core as he curls his finger a little to stimulate her g spot.

RYLEIGH

Those. Hands. Ryleigh’s almost ninety nine percent sure he could make her come with his hands alone and not even from being inside of her, although that’s an incredible bonus as her pussy clenches around him and she tries to work her hips down against his hand. His mouth is still on her clit and Jesus, when he talks, that little vibration of his voice against her makes her eyes shut as her head falls back against the couch once more. His are long enough or she’s tiny enough but when he curls his finger, her thighs twitch and threaten to close around his head because unfair. Not that his cock didn’t hit against her g spot every damn time, but it’s different, because he’s purposely looking for and she—- “Bear, god,” is all she can whimper as she writhes under him, almost embarrassed by how wet she is as the sound of his finger moving inside her echoes in her ears.

BEAR

He likes the way his name sounds coming out of her mouth, like she’s saying it by accident, like she can’t help but let the syllable fall from her lips. When she sinks her hips to his hand, he pushes another finger inside of her and increases the pressure with his tongue, glad he only had a five o’clock shadow and not a full beard because he could feel her against his face, the way the hair on his upper lip, his cheeks, his jaw scratched against the skin of her thigh, her folds, all of the most sensitive parts of her. He wants her to come so he can see how it feels when his mind isn’t distracted by his own impending orgasm, wants to feel her clench around his fingers and fall apart around him.

RYLEIGH

He curls another finger in with the first and while they’re nowhere near stretching her the way he has with his cock, she’s still tight around them and she moans so loudly she’s sure his neighbors are going to hear her. She doesn’t care. She’s overstimulated between the scratch of his facial hair against her sensitive, pink flesh and this overwhelming need she has to come apart for him. His tongue is wicked, his fingers are delicious and there’s nothing stopping her from taking pleasure in this, in him. So she does. Her slick, soft walls fluttering around his fingers before they tighten, trying to keep his fingers still as she comes, coating his fingers, his tongue, in the aftermath of her orgasm. There’s been a loud “Oh fuck” on her tongue before it happened, but now she’s trembling so hard, thighs trembling on either side of his head, a pink flush coloring her entire body from the wave of euphoria. She’s a little disappointed she hadn’t held out just a little longer, but fuck... she can’t be fucking blamed when he’s so fucking good at making her come undone.

BEAR

When he feels her starting to tense around him, he’s sure not to change what he’s doing aside from making sure his pressure is hard and steady. His eyes flick up to her face as she comes, the sound of her moaning going straight to his dick because she’s not holding back but not over the top either—she seems totally in the moment, not giving a damn about anything but the pleasure that’s rocketing through her. As her thighs tighten around him, he moved his tongue so he’s not putting pressure on a spot that he knows is going to be almost too sensitive, kissing a little down toward her knee as he moves his hand from her breast across her abdomen, reaching up under her shirt to stroke over the skin there as he pulls his fingers out of her, sitting back on his heels now, eyes staying on her face all the while.

RYLEIGH

She’s not sure she could’ve taken much more against her clit, so she’s thankful when he pulls his mouth away, but those fingers are still inside of he driving her wild. Ryleigh hums, limbs heavy, tongue darting our against her lower lip as she slowly unclenches. His fingers slip out of her but there’s a pout of disappointment at the loss, however she slowly sits up, cradling him between her thighs, a hazy, blissed our expression on her face as her messy blonde hair spills over her shoulder when she tips her head toward you. “‘I think you could probably kill me with an orgasm and I’d die happy,” she laughs, a husky, quiet sound, as she cups his jaw and leans forward to kiss him, tasting herself on him with a low hum of approval.

BEAR

Bear doesn’t hesitate to lean forward to accept the kiss, smirking a little at her comment as he twines his tongue with hers, then bites her lower lip gently before pulling away, looking pretty damn proud of himself. Because he was pretty damn proud of yourself. “I’d say ‘let’s find out if that’s true’ but I honestly am not sure I want to end up in prison,” he teased, picking up his glass of whiskey and taking a sip, liking how the taste of her went with the smokiness of the liquid. “Told you I was gonna like it,” he smirked, moving to sit next to her and bouncing the glass on his knee.

RYLEIGH

Her lip tingles where he bites it, drawing the flesh between her own teeth when he pulls away. On anyone else, she would've hated that smug as fuck look, but on him? She wants to see more of it. "Yeah, but hey, I'd at least be a small body to bury?" Ryleigh teases in kind with a low laugh. She only hums at him, watching him swallow the whiskey down as he moves to sit next to her. Though her legs definitely feel like jello now, she shifts onto her knees in front of him - mirroring his own position - before taking the glass from him and setting it on the table. Her small hands look even smaller when they lift to settle on his knees, sliding them slowly up his thighs until she's tugging on the loose fabric around his waist, because he'd never buttoned them back up after she unbuttoned them earlier. "You had your fill... now it's my turn." Ryleigh blinks up at him, before she's pushing up the hem of his shirt and leaning over his lap to graze her full lips in a soft kiss to the warm skin beneath his naval.

BEAR

Bear laughs a little at the ‘small body to bury’ comment, shaking his head at her and taking another sip before he returns the glass to the denim on his knee. He looks over at her as he feels the leather couch cushion shift next to him and his eyes follow her from where she moves in front of him to the path of the glass as it leaves his hand and ends up on the table. When Ryleigh’s hands go to his waistband, he shifts so she can pull them down, tipping his head when he draws up a little, expecting her mouth to go to his but now it’s against the spot between where his jeans had rested and his abs, the thin skin there sensitive. He sucks in a breath, eyes on the crown of her head and he automatically relaxes heavily into the couch, not realizing he had been sitting so tense before. He’s already mostly hard but he feels another surge rush south so he strains against the tightness of his boxer briefs, pulse thrumming in his neck.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh drags her teeth over the same spot she kisses as she tugs his jeans down to free him. She's seen him naked three times already, but the sight of him, already hard for her, steals her breath a little. Instead of going right for the kill no matter how much she wants to, no matter how bad her mouth waters for it, she nudges her lips upwards instead, pushing his shirt up with her nose at first. Her hand joins in a moment later, pushing up on the cotton to bare more of his torso to her, allowing her to kiss along the other scar he'd mentioned earlier, the one she could only feel beneath the water, but couldn't see. Ryleigh wonders if he's ticklish anywhere, giggling against his skin at the thought before her teeth nip at his side and she's pressing her little hands against the tops of his thighs. Pulling away from him, she looks up to find him relaxed into the couch and a swell of pride washes through her. She'd done that. This is why she's so adamant about giving - Bear's expression. Her fingertips graze lightly over his cock, teasing him, her eyes never leaving his face as she tries to bite back a small smile.

BEAR

His legs are tense when she brings her mouth to the scar near his hip, quad muscles working overtime and abs engaged in turn as her lips press to the spot above his hips, graze over his navel. Bear skitters a little in place, hips raising ever so slightly as he shifts because he /is/ ticklish, just a little, thanks. But he’s managed to get a hold of himself when she pulls back again, eyes going to her face as her hands find his thighs and he would have been embarrassed for being so hard and exposed if it wasn’t for the fact that God, he wanted her mouth around him. He was willing to do basically whatever he needed to do in that moment to ensure that she wouldn’t stop. He meets her eyes as she touches his cock and he thinks that maybe ten years ago, he would’ve looked away embarrassed. Now, though, he meets her eye and holds her gaze, lips pressed together for a beat before he huffs out a frustrated sigh, jaw working as he smirks a little in spite of himself. “Proud of yourself?”

RYLEIGH

If she hadn't been paying so much attention, she would've missed the slight shift, the way he jerks just slightly, but she files it away for future reference, as well as the spot she's definitely going to hit up later when she currently doesn't have something else in mind. For someone who'd been incredibly bashful at the mention of him eating her out, she boldly meets his gaze with her own as she curves her fingers around the base of him, dragging her palm upwards along the rigid length of him. "A little.. look at you," she answers, awe in her tone, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock as she continues to watch him. "Like you weren't proud two minutes ago," Ryleigh adds with a gentle scoff, though the smile on her lips belies her irritation. She likes that he challenges her, likes how he doesn't tip toe around her like she's made of glass. She might have her moments, might be shaken from time to time, but she knows how to hold her own. Green eyes locked onto his, she lowers her head, hair spilling over her shoulder, golden locks teasing the tops of his thighs in the process. Then her tongue is there, a teasing, experimental little lick to the head of him, her hand still moving, rather slowly mind you, along the rest of him.

BEAR

So this is how Bear dies. In an apartment in fucking California, mattress on the floor, girl about nine years younger than him between his knees. He hoped that one of his buddies from back in Alaska would hear about how he went and make sure that it ended up on the front page of the Homer Tribune, the fact that he’d had a heart attack while a girl with a voice like honey and a tight little body put her hands and mouth on his cock, the taste of her and whiskey on his breath. He likes when she talks, when she teases him. Bear figures he could listen to her talk about just about anything if she kept touching him, if she kept her tone like that, teasing him and giving him hell. When Ryleigh’s tongue comes to his head, he huffs out a long sigh, a big crack in his facade sliding through him as he tips his head against the back of the couch, one hand moving up to raked through his hair. “Yeah, a little proud,” he says and it takes a real effort to get the words out, breathing slightly belabored, voice pitched low. “You didn’t seem to hate it.”

RYLEIGH

How could she hate it when it'd definitely been one of the best orgasms of her life, not including the two she had while he was inside of her? Ryleigh doesn't even know how to put her experiences into words sometimes, and too often, she's ashamed of them. Of herself for letting them happen to her, for not being strong enough to get out before it was too late, but who she is now? She's never felt more like herself than she has with him, which should terrify her, because Ryleigh had forgotten who that girl was. A feisty sweetheart from a small Kentucky town who loved too much, had stars in her eyes and truly believed there could be good in everyone. Until she'd been made to believe otherwise. Until she'd been convinced good people were few and far between. Bear is someone she never expected and when he points out, albeit, his breath a bit labored, how she hadn't seemed to hate it when he'd had his mouth between her thighs? "Be more than a little proud, Bear, because I know I'm going to be when you cum down my throat," she tells him a second before her mouth wraps around him - pink lips stretching to accommodate the size of him. She doesn't sink down right away, because where's the fun in that, but she does ease down enough for her tongue to swirl around the head of him before she's drawing her mouth up, hallowing her cheeks while still keeping her eyes on his.

BEAR

When her mouth takes him in fully, Bear's barely able to keep his eyes open. His head tips back fully, Adam's apple bobbing as he rubs a hand over his forehead, face parallel with the ceiling now. "For the love of God," he mumbles under his breath, wanting to say something clever or banter like she was doing but all he can focus on is how fucking good it feels, his lips and her hands and how slow she's going, the look she'd given him for the two seconds he'd been able to watch before he was pretty sure he couldn't have concentrated on anything to save his life. He's hooked up before. A lot. So many times over the years that most of them are just drops in an ocean of things that he's done to feel good, like feed himself or take a shower or treat himself to a night in a hotel instead of in the bed of his truck. So many of the times he'd put his dick in a girl, it had been out of unnecessary, something to do that got him feeling loose, less angry and pent up and caged in. It was literal and metaphorical release. It was fast and hard and quick. And here he was now, on a Friday night--was it almost Saturday now?--with a girl unlike so many he had known. He managed to open his eyes after a moment and directed his eyes back to hers, grunting under his breath as he reached down to stroke a knuckle over the hollow of her cheek, breathing much more labored now.

RYLEIGH

If her mouth wasn't currently occupied, she might've made some comment about his exclamation. She can't, nor does she have any desire to pull her mouth off of him because he feels incredible - almost as good as he does inside of her. Ryleigh hums her approval at the taste of him, his thumb stroking her cheek encouraging her. She nearly nuzzles against the touch, but chooses to suckle a little at the head of his cock before dropping her mouth back down. Her eyes flutter shut then as she works to building a steady rhythm, her hand working along what her mouth hasn't reached yet and her other hand refuses to remain idle. Drifting lower, tracing over the sensitive skin hanging heavy at the base of his cock.

BEAR

The sound of his own heartbeat fills Bear's ears as he watches her, moving to push hair behind her ears so he can watch, one hand on his hair as the other idly strokes over her the spot behind her ear. He knows it's a weird thing to be thinking about when she had her mouth around him, but Bear can't help but think about how fucking cute she is and how that makes this--her lips stretched to take him--even hotter. When her fingers stroke over his balls, he isn't prepared enough to bite back the loud groan that comes from deep near his chest, hips lifting slightly toward her touch as his fingers clench a little around the hair at the root near her ear.

RYLEIGH

Another swell of proud affection claims her as he groans for her, however, his fingers tightening, just that little bit, around the root of her hair near her ear makes her moan around him - the sound muffled by the sheer size of him and her still sensitive flesh between her thighs throbs in response to his actions. Her fingers take their path boldly until she's massaging his balls with her hand, hoping to garner more of a reaction from him. Her mouth works a little faster, too, and she's able to work a bit more of him into her mouth until he's flush with the back of her throat, a quiet, obscene noise leaving her when she feels him there.

BEAR

When she takes him deep into the back of her throat, he can't help the strangled sound he's making, especially as he feels her fingers against his balls. He moves the hand near her ear to the top of her head, fingers knitting through the strands that have gone a little curly from being wet from the rain and the ocean and he realizes he probably should've showered before he lets her put her mouth on him, but honestly it only turns him on more that she's just done and gone for it. "Fuck, you're...." there's a long pause between words as he lets out a quiet sound of pleasure, "...so fucking good at that," he ends as he sucks in a breath.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh had been so hungry for a taste, neither one of them had given thought to possibly showering before putting their mouths on bits they most definitely probably should've cleaned. God, she'd felt so damn needy, though, and now she has what she's been thinking about since she'd had her first taste of him off the pad of her thumb earlier. Another hum when his hand tangles in her hair while her hand slips down to the base of him, before pressing flat to the warm skin above his cock. She's dragged her mouth up, sucking a little harder, before breathing in deep and pushing back down, swallowing him past the tight ring of her throat - choking on him for half a heart beat, though barely making a sound, before she pulls back, his words still echoing in her ears.

BEAR

"Fuck--" Bear grunts as he feels her throat constrict a little around him, when he feels her hand on him, when he feels the rhythm of her strokes against his head. He's a goner. "I'm gonna come," He groans, breathing scant now, voice raspy and husky as his grip on her hair goes a little tighter, not pushing or pulling but just for something to hold on to. It's only another twenty seconds before he feels his balls tighten and his insides go hot and he groans louder than before, body going tense as he comes hard, hips angling toward her slightly.

RYLEIGH

Yes. Please come, Ryleigh thinks when he groans the words to her. She can feel him growing taut under her, feel his cock twitching inside of her mouth, against the back of her throat, and she debates, for just a moment, whether to slow down and keep the moment going. To delay the inevitable just a little bit longer, but he's lifting his hips into her mouth and a spurt of warmth hits the back of her throat before she can follow through. She swallows instantly, tries to swallow all of it, but her mouth is as small as the rest of her, and a little bit of the sticky essence leaks down her chin. Ryleigh moans through it all, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him throbbing against her tongue, and only when she's sure she's swallowed as much as he can give her, does she pull her mouth off of him. Teasing him with little kisses, to the sensitive flesh before dropping back on her haunches and lifting a hand to wipe at her chin. "Being a mess around you is definitely a common theme," she chuckles, her honeyed voice just a little raspy, thanks to him and that impressive cock. Her fingers wipe the dribble of his come away, popping them into her mouth because it's not like she's about to waste any of it, before she's climbing into the couch beside him - more like not so gracefully stumbles into place because her knees are a little weak.

BEAR

If he'd been standing up, it would've felt like his knees had been cut out from under him. He has a sensation of sinking as he finishes--cock sinking into the back of her throat, body sinking against the back of the couch, brain sinking into a void where all it registers is how good all of it feels. He has his eyes closed, hand tangled in her hair, but he opens them just in time to watch her throat constrict as she swallows him down. His chest is rising and falling rapidly now, shirt still pressed halfway up his body from where her hands had left it, pupils blown to hell as she kisses over him and he watches her suck him off of her fingers and he knows it's impossible for him to get hard again but he gives a little shutter at the image. He wants to fucking ruin her, wants to bend her over and shove her face into the couch and fuck her until she can't walk. But he also wants to pull her to his chest, wants to fucking praise that performance, wants to watch the way her eyes light up at whatever compliment he manages to string together. He settles for something in between, cheek pressed against the backrest of the couch as he looks over at her, labored breathing coming back to something akin to normal. "That was fucking fantastic," he mumbles, grabbing her by the wrist--touch firm enough to pull but not hard enough to hurt her if she resisted--and tugging her closer to him.

RYLEIGH

His look of complete euphoria, the heavy lidded aftermath on his face, she imprints the image inside of her head because she's absolutely certain she'll never see anything more perfect as long as she lives. Ryleigh has absolutely no desire to deny him, so when he tugs on her, she instantly shifts closer to him. Night quite on his lap, though so she might as well be as close as she allows herself to cuddle against him. There's no other word to describe the way her small body curls against his own, her face split into a beaming grin at his compliment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she says quietly, kissing his jaw as the words leave her. She'd very much enjoyed it herself and while she's given a lot of blow jobs in her life, she's never thoroughly enjoyed one as much as she had with Bear down her throat. "Whenever you ever want a repeat performance, just let me know," Ryleigh adds, grinning when she dips her head against his shoulder.

BEAR

Bear doesn't know what to make of the offer but he's tucked an arm around her shoulders because even though he might not seem like it--given that he's massive looks a little intimidating, and is pretty standoffish to begin with--after sex, especially in his own home, he wants contact. He wants to ride the good post-orgasm hormones without shame. He picks up his glass of whiskey and downs the rest of it--no small amount--in one go before he looks at her, brow raising at the offer. He's not sure what to make of it, if she's joking, what the fuck that grin means. Instead of lingering on it, he snorts and stretches to tug his boxer briefs back up to his waist. "Same."

RYLEIGH

For the first time since she'd learned what the heavy stench of whiskey could lead to, Ryleigh doesn't mind the smell when it's combined with his natural scent. As if the two are supposed to go together, hand in hand, earth and fire. She hums in response to his equal offer, a small smile, sated little grin on her lips. Ryleigh climbs onto his lap after he's pulled up his boxers briefs, because she craves the closeness and she rarely gets it after... not that she's ever stuck around long enough with anyone to make it to this point. "Careful... I might take you up on that," she teases lightly, leaning against his broad chest, the position definitely emphasizing how tiny she is in comparison to his larger frame.

BEAR

Bear’s hands immediately fall to her hips and he looks at her, eyes raking over her frame and then back up to her face. He takes the hem of his shirt—the one she’s wearing—between his thumb and index finger and tugs it from where it is on her thighs, just enough to pull the fabric taut before he cocks a brow at her. “How are you so fucking small? This is...a normal sized shirt?” He said with a laugh, shaking his head a little at her.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh's laughing at the question before he can even finish it, because it's definitely one she's been asking herself her entire life. "Curse of the universe, if I had to take a guess?" She answers, gaze falling to where he tugs on his shirt, pulling the fabric taut enough for it to accentuate her breasts a little, even though she's sure he's not trying to do that. "My mom has pretty much lived at the bottom of a bottle since before I was born, so my brother, my twin, and I were born as preemies - no by a lot or anything, but enough. He got all the tall genes and I, unfortunately, did not." Ryleigh adds with a small shrug, her own fingers tugging on the shirt covering his chest. "Not all of us can be bulky like Hulk." A little bit of a tease as her fingers tap against his hard chest.

BEAR

“Oh hey, my dad,” Bear said as he pointed at himself when she made the comment about her mom living at the bottom of the bottle. “My mom never drank like...ever. She hated it. I used to watch her pour my dad’s beers down the drain when he was at work—mind you, they couldn’t even afford beer but that never stopped him from going to the co-op and buying more,” he rolled his eyes. He snorted at the Hulk comment, shaking his head a little at her as he tugged her shirt again, this time pulling it toward him as if to pull her closer.

RYLEIGH

She frowns a little at him, but her hand never stops moving over his chest. "Sounds like a good woman, your mom," Ryleigh says quietly, not missing the tense with which he refers to her, but also not bold enough to ask. Some memories aren't easy to live through, let alone repeat them aloud. "I don't know my father. He left when I was two or three? Apparantly he was never really that great to begin with, so no love lost there. My older brother pretty much raised us. He was a better father figure than my own father ever would've been, so I'm grateful for that." Ryleigh leans forward instinctively when he tugs on the shirt again, settling more comfortably against his chest.

BEAR

Bear pushes a hand up the back of her shirt, hand coming up over her ass and then the small of her back to play his fingers over her the skin along her spin, nodding a little at that as he listened. He knew she’d been through some shit and he wondered vaguely how much shit before he pushed that thought to the side. “How much older is your brother?”

RYLEIGH

"I don't want to tell you," she muses with a small groan - uncertain whether it's because of his hand sliding over her warm, bare skin, or if it's because she doesn't want to have the whole age debate again. "He's thirty-one," Ryleigh adds with a soft sigh, gaze on his chest. "So, ten years older than me?"

BEAR

Bear furrows his brow at her because he for some reason hadn’t really known what he was asking when he asked and then she told him. Before he could stop himself, Bear was laughing pretty damn hard at that and he tipped his forehead against her shoulder.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh groans when he laughs, not because she isn't completely enamored with the sound, because she absolutely is, but because yeah... she can see why it would be amusing. When he drops his head against her shoulder, she shakes her head at him, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling as her fingers curl around the back of his neck. "Are you done?" She tries to sound stern, but she chuckles instead, his laugh unraveling something inside of her.

BEAR

Bear can tell from the tone of Ryleigh’s voice that she’s not actually mad at him which is good news because he’s still laughing under his breath as he pulls away and looks at her. “It’s pretty fucking funny that your brother who raised you is /my age/,” he snorted, shaking his head. “And you said he’s your /father figure./“

RYLEIGH

She wrinkles her nose at him with a small shake of her head. “Please don’t make it sound gross... it’s entirely different because I definitely don’t think of you that way.” Her hand stills on his chest, right over where she can feel his heart beating.

BEAR

Glancing at where she’s touching him before shifting his eyes, Bear looks back to at her face. “I didn’t make it gross, I /quoted/ you,” he laughed a little, shrugging at her.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh sighs, letting her hand drop back onto her lap, biting at the inside of her cheek. “I guess I can see the irony.”

BEAR

Bear’s brow cocked up at that and he opened his mouth to ask what she was thinking but quickly closed it. He patted the outside of her thigh before sliding out from under her and picking up his glass as he walked to the kitchen.

RYLEIGH

She settles onto the couch after he slips out from under her, watching make the trek back to the kitchen. Ryleigh bites at the tip of her tongue, debates staying put or following after him. She decides on the latter, stopping to lean against the door frame leading into his kitchen. "Are you okay?"

BEAR

Bear’s picked up the bottle of whiskey and is starting to uncap it when she speaks. He shifts a little so his back isn’t to her, glancing over his shoulder before turning and shrugging. “Fine yeah—you?”

RYLEIGH

Tilting her head to rest it against the door frame, she feels a frown pull at her lips. "Are you sure? Because I feel like the minute I told you how much older my brother was, this got weird."

BEAR

Unscrewing the cap and shaking his head, Bear shrugged. “No, I’m good,” he answered her. “You good?” He asked, raising a brow at her.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh shakes her head after lifting it away from the door frame, a pit forming in the middle of her stomach. Does she have any right NOT to be good with any of this? He doesn't owe her anything. It's honestly silly of her to think--- well, she's not sure what she thought. "Since we've gone from sharing things with each to you giving me monosyllable answers, not really." She answers honestly, meeting his gaze. "Do you want me to go?"

BEAR

Bear furrows his brow because this feels a little like a fight and he’s basically either avoided conflict or ran headfirst into it his entire life and he can’t quite figure out which he should do. He pours a finger of whiskey and picks up the class as he looks at her, leaning against the counter as he takes a sip. He considers the girl in front of him for a moment and feels a swell of desire to be cool and maybe even a little brash but he swallows it down with another sip of alcohol. “You seemed bothered when I laughed about it but it’s kind of funny in a fucked up way, you know that right?”

RYLEIGH

"I wasn't bothered. Amused because I had a feeling it was going to happen the moment I told you, with our whole conversation before," she shrugs, referring to their time before his apartment. Ryleigh wants that moment back. She doesn't want whatever this weird tension is. Or maybe she does, because she could've very well left well enough alone, stolen his pajama pants, there's no way her clothes are done in the washer, yet, and left. "Explain it to me? Because I think we're seeing it from two different points of view and yeah, it is a little funny that you just happen to be the same age, but I don't-- age is just a number, Bear."

BEAR

“It’s fine—“ Bear says quickly, tossing back the rest of the glass quickly because this was definitely his nightmare. “You’re right, it’s no big deal,” he goes on, unable to keep himself from sounding short even as he tries to push levity into his tone. “Let’s just drop it.”

RYLEIGH

Against her better judgement, that voice in her head telling her to agree and drop it, Ryleigh crosses the kitchen, stopping just beside him, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Bear,” she says his name quietly, green eyes peering up at him. “Tell me what’s going on in your head?” She wants to touch him, to put her hand on his arm, but she doesn’t let herself... at least for the first thirty seconds. Then she’s reaching for his arm, small hand curbing around his forearm. “Please?”

BEAR

The way Ryleigh says his name is way too intimate for him. The way she touches him is, too. He feels a dull panic in his chest at the apparent kindness and while he doesn’t pull his arm away, the muscles in his forearm go taut with tension and his jaw sets. “I told you already—I don’t care, I’m fine, let’s drop it. I’m sorry I made a dumb fucking joke about your brother, I really don’t care, just let it go,” he says, eyes on hers before he shifts away from her to screw the cap back on the bottle and put his glass upside down in the sink.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh feels him tense, sees his jaw tighten, and the tone of his voice only tightens the pit in her stomach. She watches him for little longer, biting her tongue, blinking back that familiar burning, before she leaves the kitchen, suddenly feeling far more exposed than she’d been when she had her legs over his shoulders twenty minutes ago. He doesn’t owe her anything, but she’d thought... maybe... “I should go,” she says loud enough for him to hear, feeling far too raw. She’s shared more with him than she has with anyone in... so long and that’s not his fault. There’s a chance she’s reading way too much into it— she’s already too... maybe it doesn’t matter. His pajama pants are way too long on her and she has to roll the waist at least five teams to keep them from falling off of her or from her tripping on them. It’s still raining, she can hear the pelting of water against the building and it wouldn’t be the first time she’s walked home in the rain. She doesn’t think he lives too far from her place. Doesn’t matter either way, she needs to go before she says or does something so fucking stupid there’s no coming back from it.

BEAR

Bear hesitates in the kitchen because he can feel himself locking up, like a vault on an automatic timer, not really sure what’s triggered the response but it’s happening all the same. He can feel the taste of his father’s words in his mouth, words that do not belong to him but that he’d inherited like his eye color. When he comes out of the kitchen, he rubs a hand over his face and watches her in his pajamas and rakes a hand over his hair. He sigh he huffs out is long and exasperated. “Ryleigh. Everything is fine,” he said, sounding almost tired. “Wait for your damn clothes to dry, we can play cards or watch some TV or something, I’ll drive you home—probably like forty-five minutes or something, that dryer’s pretty fast.”

RYLEIGH

There’s a little furrow in the middle of her brow when he tells her everything is fine. It’s a little absurd to hear him suggest they play cards or watch TV after... it makes her giggle a little, despite herself. In spite of everything? She slaps a hand over her mouth when the sound leaves her, because it’s... it’s all a little ridiculous isn’t. “I don’t have the mental capacity for a card game. TV I can do... one condition, though,” she finally answers after having an internal debate with herself for three minutes.

BEAR

Bear’s brow raises when she laughs and he’s not sure why she’s laughing but he feels a little more at ease as he watches her, really wishing he could just get drunk but also realizing that it’s probably not a great thing to do when she had basically told him she’d not had great experiences with or around alcohol. “What’s the condition?”

RYLEIGH

She crosses to him to take his hand in hers, tugging him over to his couch again. “Let me practically lay on you? I was gonna say let me cuddle against you but that didn’t sound manly enough,” she muses, not even sure what she’s saying right now as she sinks down on the couch again.

BEAR

Bear is surprised when she walks back toward him but he lets her take his hand. He pauses for a moment to try to figure out the last time someone held his hand. Six months? A year? Longer? He was used to physical contact but not like this. He’s cracked a very small smile at her question and shakes his head no even as he says, “Is that a thing? Yeah, fine.” He’s trying not to seem amused by it but he is as he sits down next to her.

RYLEIGH

Something eases inside of her when he smiles. It’s a small one, but a smile all the same. When he sits down beside her, she waits for him to get comfortable before she’s curling her body back into his side, guiding his long arm around her shoulders. “It’s a thing, trust me,” she nods, dropping her head against his shoulder. Ryleigh doesn’t care what they watch, but she also can’t promise she won’t fall asleep for a little bit, either.

BEAR

After a pause to let her get comfortable, Bear picks up the remote and turns his TV on. He doesn’t have cable—he always thought it was expensive to begin with and even now that he has a little bit of money, he doesn’t see the allure of spending it sitting inside and flipping channels. Netflix and HBO, on the other hand, he could do. He fires up the screen and hands Ryleigh the remote, kicking his feet up on the coffee table to get comfortable. “Choose wisely,” he says through a yawn.

RYLEIGH

Taking the remote from him, she scrolls through to find one of her favorite murder documentaries. Why she finds those so soothing is beyond her, but she hits play and tosses the remote onto the couch next to her. Settling a little more against him, Ryleigh has no idea what she’s doing, but she knows she likes how he feels around her. She makes it through the first ten minutes before her eyes can’t stay open any longer, relaxing against him as she falls asleep - willingly - for the first time in years.

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