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Anne Catherine Walker ([personal profile] freshoffthefarm) wrote2011-02-10 07:48 pm
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Home?

Annie had resisted the overwhelming urge to spend the next week at Clay's apartment just in case he came home. As six days, then seven passed, she honestly thought she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't call her. Every night, she lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if, during that last week, something had gone horrendously wrong.

The night of the eighth day, Annie got ready for bed, throwing herself onto it in frustration, knowing that her dreams would be restless, if she even managed to fall asleep.
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[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm so glad."

Clay left her nightgown on, as he kissed the skin on the insides of her thigh starting at her knee and working his way up higher slowly.
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, my G-"

She couldn't finish. He literally took her breath away and her fingers and toes curled in the bedspread as he worked his way up.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
When he finally reached the top of her leg he looked up at her before threading his fingers in hers, "Relax, Annie."

He kissed her other thigh a few times before squeezing her hand lightly and slowly circling her clit with his tongue.
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
His command embarrasses her, but she doesn't have a chance to feel the emotion too deeply before he'd put his mouth against her thigh again. She didn't get to enjoy that sensation for too much longer before his tongue had moved again.

She gave a sharp exhale, his name somewhere in there, her hand tightening in his. Her other hand reached down to thread into his hair as she pressed her hips into the mattress simply to avoid pushing up against his mouth.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Webb found a rhythm with his tongue that he hoped would make waiting a month worth it. Every so often he made sure to give her some indication he was enjoying what he was doing as much as she was.
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take long before he has her on the edge. A month was too long for him to be away, and though this was a wonderful welcome home gift, Annie would still much rather have had him home... she thought.

She only thought it for a moment though before she came apart, her thighs tensing, his name falling from her lips.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
When she was finished he kept a hold of her hand, and pulled her arm around his waist.

"Love you."
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmhmm," she said, still a little breathless, tilting her head so she could look at him. "Love you, too. God, I love you."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
That got her a chuckle, "Good end for a long day?"
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"That was a superb end to a long day," came the half-coherent response from his extremely appreciative girlfriend. "I should have more long days."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"If they all end like this, it won't be so bad."
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not wrong," she murmured, reaching over with her free hand to run it through his hair. "But that can't be enough for you."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"You looked exhausted when you came home."

Which meant, it really wasn't but he didn't want her to feel like she had to do anything for him.
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"As much as I love what you just did, I want to feel you inside of me, Clay. Hard and deep and just-" She swallowed. "Make love to me."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
He'd never been one to deny Annie anything, especially in the bedroom. Clay decided to once again, follow her instructions.

At some point he had the thought, for a fleeting moment, that he missed this just as much as cuddling with her.
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Annie hadn't really ever been celibate, but making love to Clay was different than being with someone else... it always had been. With him being away, she could appreciate the way he felt inside her, the way he held her, the way she could kiss him while they moved.

"I love you," she whispered, running her hands down his back.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Her hands down his back made him moan, "Love you too."

And he really did, more than anything maybe even more than his job.
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[personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-02-13 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Those words would never not make her feel warm all over and as she pulled him deeper, she lifted her hips against his.

Kissing him again, Annie moaned softly, feeling the beginnings of her release.
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