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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 2:59:10 GMT -5
He needed to shave. Not that this was a new thing as her hand felt his nearly day old stubble. As he shifted, his hand going to lay over her own she listened to him. What did she want to do? She didn't want the tension between them. She wanted it to be how it had been before Joker, before the night at her flat.
Then again, it didn't seem like there was ever too much for them to overcome with time. They'd done it before, the thief and the spy. And now she watched him, her breath held as he shifted her fingers over his heart. What exactly was he expecting? It wasn't hard to know what they both wanted, but she'd always thought it would end up a bit different than this. Not with her in some suit guise. She'd be more comfortable. He'd be the same Theo she'd always known.
Slipping from his touch, she stood from the couch, shedding her shoes as she went to grab a bottle from his collection and refilling her glasses. She didn't care there was still liquid in both of them. She just felt restless. Offering his glass back to him she downed hers before replacing it back on the coffee table, her green eyes flicking back to his.
"You never have suspicions, Theo. You're a damn good detective, and atop that, a spy. You'd have a hunch, or a theory, but not a suspicion..." She stated quietly, before going to curl back beside him on the couch once more.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2014 16:37:53 GMT -5
Harvey couldn't take any more words. He couldn't take any more pregnant pauses. He couldn't take anymore looks and glances. He didn't want anymore to drink. When she took her seat again he reached to her and pulled her to him. His lips went to hers with grace and poise. He just leaned over and did it.
His hand came up to the side of her neck. Her skin had always been unfairly soft. He would kiss her for a long moment before breaking the kiss to look at her, face inches from hers.
"You're driving me nuts, I have a hunch you already know that, though..."
He dove back in again, this time he was a little more energetic with it. His other hand went to her waist again, giving a warm but firm squeeze.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 17:26:25 GMT -5
"I never thought you needed any help with the insane part, Theo..." She's murmur when their lips finally parted. She'd played her hand cool this time, and forced him to move. It wasn't out of a ploy, or joke, or teasing him. It was out of unsurity with the man she'd known for years. Slept beside, sought out in times of need. His arms were her home, her refuge, and she had pondered over the prior weeks if she'd lost it entirely.
Thief, and spy.
Could they honestly make it work? She blinked, cheeks flushing as they both sat close, oh so close in clothing that was mere fabric allowing them to play a part and to show the world a mask neither had fully wanted for themselves, but had chosen.
But they had spoken enough. And in all her years of knowing him, he had been a man of action, a language he spoke quite eloquently. So after he had guided her back to him, anchoring her once more to his mouth, she finally understood.
While their lives were complicated, their affections and concerns and feelings had, and had not been. Even now as she shifted on the couch, her fingers pressing along his jaw, then curving about the nape of his neck as he tugged her closer.
Of course her skirt inched up; it was either that, or rip, and she was rather fond of the thing. Inching up her thigh, well, inch by inch her stockings were exposed. It was rare she'd be this formally dressed, and here, of all places, but it wasn't like he'd not seen her like this before at the station, even.
Pulling away again she pressed him back into the couch, her fingers unknotting and divulging him of his tie. She went slowly as she deftly paid attention to each button down his oxford, tugging out his shirtails. Suspenders were toyed with first, a quick snap to each before she loosed the clip, her attentions as keen on each ministration as she would give a lock she was picking. But he was much, much more fun. [/i]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 20:29:40 GMT -5
Harvey was caught by surprise as she undid his tie and undid the snaps on his suspenders. This was gettin real really fast. He was pressed back into the couch with little effort and there she was undoing hooks, buttons, and snaps. He just looked up at her, frozen in awe and silence. After a moment his eyes and head turned downward as his hands came slowly up her stockings.
Silk... of course they're silk.
His hands grazed upward to her skirt, fingertips playing at their edges for a moment before skipping over them. His hands reported to her waist, giving it a firm squeeze before he looked back up to her. His tie gone and his suspenders unhooked, he expected his shirt might be unbuttoned next. He didn't move to do anything with her clothes, just yet, it was such a treat to have his own clothes removed by someone else.
Also... it had been a while.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 11:50:18 GMT -5
Art was something she was keenly appreciative of. And few indulged in the simple joy of removing another's clothing, fumbling and quiet twisting in anticipation. So with each button she could measure his surprise, his breath, his awe.
It had been a while. Pausing to unbind her hair, it spilled down her back and across her shoulder as she continued to dedicatedly unhook each button from his shirt, before shifting in his lap slightly and making sure each cuff had been undone as well. Then, and only then did she take care to push the shirt over his shoulders.
Green eyes took him in. He was right. At this point, there was little need for words. They'd spoken time and time again, saying much, saying little, but always avoiding the one topic that wasn't taboo, she'd say, but something they'd never touched upon.
Tracing a finger along his jaw, her finger deftly hooked the necklace he wore and she smiled. His hands were on her waist, but she wasn't going to be deterred from her task at hand. Plucking his fedora from where it was beside them on the couch she set it atop her own head at a jaunty angle.
Letting the fine chain slip from her finger, she then ran both fingers along his neck, moving them up to cup his face. Leaning in, she barely met his mouth, her lips a whisper on his as she gripped his shirt, tearing it neatly down the front nearly to his navel.
Those tattoos. Those marks she knew were there, but couldn't see. That wasn't a true statement, either. She could see some of them, but those that really took her attention could only be barely felt beneath the pads of her fingertips as she sought them out, fully focused on his chest. He was not the lanky young man she had once known. But age had molded him into something else. And that else? She liked very much.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 12:56:09 GMT -5
Harvey was able to sit still and remain calm until she got close to him again and opened up his shirt to his undershirt and then tearing that. She teased him, not quite kissing him but toying at his lips. That was when his own hands began to make work of getting her jacket off. Once he pushed that off her his hands went stealthily to finding any buttons on her blouse he might need to undo.
As his hands searched the fabric of her skirt was at hand again. He could feel his body temperature rise at the simple contact with it. He kept his focus up on her while he did all this, bu every now and then he let his eyes dart down to the rest of her to keep track of where he was and what the hell he was up to.
After a moment he stood a bit suddenly, able to hold her up with ease. Once he was on his own feet he let her down on her own and slowly backed her into a wall while managing to undo hooks and buttons holding her blouse in place. Once she was against the wall he leaned his head down and drove his lips into her. He was quite hungry and he intended on feasting with her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 2:01:13 GMT -5
Her jacket fell to the floor with a soft swish. No doubt it drove him nuts that she wore stockings, but hell, she did that daily. Or near daily. Or maybe not just because she knew she was stopping by to see him after weeks of both of them being 'busy.' Either way, his hands were electric through the thin layer of silk.
As he was exploring much admired territory, she let out a quiet burst of breathed laughter. Her fingers toyed with his hair as it was quite distracting when he stood abruptly. Instinctively her legs coiled about him as he straightened, another length of silk exposed on her thigh before she realized he was just standing. Releasing her hold about his waist she slowly let go and slid down his front until her feet hit solid ground. It was a pointed dance until her back met the wall. A quiet gasp was all she said, hair slightly askew, eyes wide as their lips met once more, and she shrugged out her blouse to expose lace.
Greedy fingers sought out anything she could touch. From the tattered remnants of his shirt she pushed off his shoulders, to the barely perceptible tattoos, to the scar she'd given him. To the light interplay of muscles beneath his flesh, she felt driven to experience it all, her mouth claiming him for her own.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 2:43:10 GMT -5
Harvey nearly gasped at each touch she placed so carefully and so pointedly. This is where the lock broke and the Bull got loose. He made quick work of relieving her of that terrible, awful, foul skirt that stood between them. His lips pressed against hers. Harvey knew what he liked and he had a good idea of what she might like, herself.
His own greedy hands moved slowly, but somehow hurriedly along what skin was exposed on her. His breaths bated and a bit shorter than normal. A growl of a sigh came from him as his right hand pressed her at her stomach, keeping her on the wall as his lips dived into hers.
Like and ocean warmed by the sun.
A minute or two later he changed things. He lifted her in his arms, right arm hooked under her knees, left across her back. He carried her with haste to his bedroom.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 2:54:39 GMT -5
The quiet echo of tearing made her wince inside. She really liked that skirt. But after months, no, years of this whole stop, go, start, wait, now, no-not yet, it seemed their stars were finally aligning. Lifting her feet to avoid tripping she was still able to make the simplest of movements elegant. Letting her hand run between them as it traced a path to his belt she made quick work of it with nimble fingers as she helped him get more comfortable.
She had tried to move away and was gently held in place, a soft sigh falling from her lips as she let her forehead fall to his chest. Her chin was tipped upward once more as his lips were tireless. At just the right moment he seemed to sense her knees failing her and she was in his arms, no questions asked, no words spent. For once, she wasn't protesting a damn thing he was doing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 3:52:53 GMT -5
Harvey placed her with great care upon his bed. His room was dark, the only light was that of the moon spilling in through the glass doors that led out to his balcony. He sat on the bed beside her at first, just gazing down for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, a deft hand reached to her, going to the side of her face, then dragging lightly and delicately down her neck. It changed direction, tracing up to her shoulder and then down her arm. Once it made way to her hand he lifted her hand and placed it upon his chest, once again, to the locale of his heart.
"This. This has always been yours, baby."
He finally leaned down and joined her, sliding up beside her, pulling her to him. He'd laid beside her more times than he could count, but he couldn't recall her ever feeling so warm beside him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 14:43:50 GMT -5
None of this was new to her. The room they'd shared many a night, her curled into his side after a movie, music, good drinks and more often than not many laughs. Even their state of undress was normal. If anything the only shift was the intense focus she had for him, and how delicate his touch was. For a man that was so forceful in his daily life it was always a shock to her how gentle he could be.
And for once she wished he'd kept his shirt on. Through her hand she felt the soft lub-dub of his heart, quickened slightly under her palm. With a shirt there it would have been easier to drag him back to her mouth.
Even as his words came to her ears, she nodded. For once she had little to say. It just made sense. So much sense to the depth of her bones and being. It hadn't been right at her place. Passionate, yes. But here, in his comfortable brownstone, it felt like home.
She turned to her side as he slid up beside her on the bed, her fingers running through his hair. The moonlight cascading gently through the window, illuminating half-shadows caused her to remember years ago, time and time again when he had offered not only his strength to her, but his heart. And time and time again she had ran from him, afraid of herself, and hoping she'd not taint the one wholesome thing in her life.
...and it all came crashing down, as she realized he was just like her. Solid, stoic on the outside, and solid, stoic, and a bit more clever than she'd ever thought he'd be. Spy, and Thief. Fingertips memorized every angle on his face as she was quiet, only her hands moving. Finally satisfied, she brought her mouth to his once again. To apologize, to accept, to finally, gently, allow herself to fully be. And with him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 15:26:33 GMT -5
Once they had another meeting at their lips Harvey shifted not only himself but her as well. With a quick and smooth motion he pulled her on top of him, having no problems with her full weight on him. His hands stayed on her back for the moment, enjoying the feel of such smooth and soft skin. Eventually they found silky and lacey fabrics held in place by metal hooks. He was tempted to unclasp them, but he'd hold off for a moment more. He seemed to be very keen on taking his time and enjoying her to the full extent that he could. He wasn't at all a selfish lover, if anything he was more than generous to his bed partners. For Selina he would give her every bit of his attention and focus.
That was something that may end up surprising her by the end of the night, if not sooner, Harvey's attention to detail and his unwavering focus and will. His endurance, that was something she would likely not be surprised at all by, he was known for that. However, his attentiveness to her and her reactions would likely be a, hopefully, pleasant surprise to her.
After a few minutes he would shift again, instigating a bit of a roll sideways, very smoothly hovering over her suddenly. His lips left hers and went elsewhere, finding her below the ear, down her neck, along her shoulder for a moment. He didn't bite her, but he did use his teeth to ease a strap off her shoulder before his lips returned to her neck, attempting to devour her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 15:36:25 GMT -5
She tensed, shocked back into the here and now from her reverie as he moved her. Laughing slightly through their kisses she moved with ease, a mere wind to his mountain. Pressed close she enjoyed the heat radiating from him as any feline would in the cool night. As his fingers wandered she would pause, and let her ear go to his chest as the beating of his heart fully took over her senses. And as much as she hated to admit it, the barely perceptible scarring on his chest that eluded her, drove her nuts.
She was nervous as much as she was swept up in his adoration. Seduction was a skill she had honed. It was all acting, all about lavishing attention on her mark. This? This was different. He'd not allow masks here. Nor feigning of everything from someone he'd known for years. She just couldn't lie to him. Not anymore.
Gasping as he brushed a certain spot along her spine, her fingers gripped at his bicep, nails biting into the thinly veiled muscle she'd never really had a chance to admire. And like that, they had rolled again and he was above her. And what he was doing just. Wasn't. Fair. Unable to hold entirely still beneath his onslaught, she was trembling slightly at his gentle touch. Her green eyes were wide, but fixated on nothing in the wavering moonlight. If this is a skill he used while working undercover, well, she could see why he had been so successful.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 15:57:30 GMT -5
As things continued forward Harvey only became more and more interesting man than she could have likely ever hoped for or imagined. He was precise and fastidious, never missing one signal or cue. He was eloquent in his actions perhaps more than he was ever capable of being with words.
It is worth reiterating that generosity of his. His pleasure came at greatest heights when hers was more than satiated. He also had the ability to tire the other party out, relentless, nearly cruel, in how he so loved to ensure her won pleasure. He was pent up with power, but applied it gently where appropriate, and with firmness where it was demanded of him.
He was more than insatiable, he was hungry and needy, though not at all demanding in a manner that would make him seem selfish in any sense. When Harvey bared himself to her he was making himself vulnerable. Harvey was never one to allow himself to be vulnerable. That wall, brick by brick, built so long ago was torn down by one single touch from her. His heart would beat like a drum and his movements fell in sync with her own.
Eventually he came to point at which he was spent, though it did take him some time to be completely exhausted. His body pulsed in rhythm with his own heart once again and he could barely muster words even after. In the time before he was finally spent his whole body and mind felt alive, more so than it had in so many years. Now... now he felt like he was on fire, every inch of his flesh burned from everything that had just commenced. He, for a brief moment, wondered if he would even have the energy to rise from his bed in the morning to report to work. He dismissed it, not wanting to even think of anything beyong the here and now.
He was beside her again, his flesh against hers as they laid there. He had pulled a thin sheet over them both and draped his arm over her torso, his head rested just above hers as he laid on his back. He had her pulled to him in a way so that her head rested on top of his left shoulder. It was his right arm that was reaching across her torso, resting there like heavy lead that could not move.
He gave a quiet sigh finally, a sound that confirmed his exhaustion. Though, it did not all sound like he was displeased with his current state.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 20:43:08 GMT -5
For being on the giving end more often than not, this was a change of pace. She didn't have to be active. She just had to be, and experience. More than once he'd have to tell her to hush, to quit fighting until she just was. No calculating moves so she could get her objective done, no thinking three steps ahead. She could just breathe. Just experience. Just taste, touch, and be.
And to be, with a man she had known for years was exquisite. Every muscle she had seen before she was now able to run her fingertips across. When before she'd held back at touching, or tasting, she could indulge. Even that full head of hair she'd tugged at jokingly before, a hint here or there, now she could fully engage.
And while he was nearly insatiable, his appetite grand and his tastes luxurious, she was nearly able to meet him inch for inch. After a while he'd taken to pinning her hands down, because she'd just not let up with her grappling at him. Her toying with his hair, his ear, her fingers and hands busy with whatever she could catch within arms' reach.
With a growl deep in his throat he'd grabbed her wrists, looking up at her hotly, not saying a fully formed word, those deep brown eyes saying it all.
And then she'd succumbed. It was a full give and take between the two, her realizing his depth, and him taking advantage of her lifelong dedication to her art of acrobatics. It was a heated, intense tango, built upon years of pain, heartbreak, and love.
Exhausted, her throat parched and screaming for water she sighed, each muscle in her body both simultaneously taut and fully relaxed as she shifted to curl into his side, their slick figures coiled about one another beneath the sheet.
She'd halfheartedly braided her tangled hair away from her face, enough of it still out that it was here and there. Toying with him, her eyes gazed upward at him curiously as he sighed. It seemed he was ok, but she didn't want to leave for the water she was craving, or the cigarette her fingers itched for. She was parched, but satiated in ways she never thought she'd need. He was an addictive drug, and she now understood her friend's deep flush weeks ago. So instead her half-lifted head, and softly glazed gaze looked over him to make sure he was ok, soundlessly.
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