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I would've if you'd been out here with me. [ but no, he was going to go inside. it's been a long drive, a long few weeks, and he wants something familiar to surround himself. so, once she steps back, he follows, crossing the threshold and shutting the door behind him quickly.
he shrugs out of his coat, tossing it on a nearby chair or table or something (he's barely paying attention to anything but her her) before moving closer again. ]
I like that you got dressed up for me. [ he likes the pajamas, he means. ] You look good.
C'mon, it's too cold out there. [ Spoiler alert: it is not cold out there, it could barely even be considered chilly, but she wants to bring him inside and maybe see exactly how far they get inside the house before she's throwing herself at him.
Not that she's excited to see him or anything along those lines. ]
Shut up. [ But her grin splits her face before she can help it, as she turns her head to attempt to mask it behind the fall of her hair, and when she finally tilts her chin up to bring him into her view again it's with an undeniable fondness in her gaze. ] You look good too.
I look like a homeless person. [ he'd heard that once or twice over the last few weeks. he doesn't mind because it makes it easy to blend in and look like anyone else but he knows the image he presents. ]
Maybe you just like scruffy vagrants. [ he doesn't step closer but a smile does inch its way onto his face and he tucks his hands into his pockets, watching her from across the short distance. ]
Not that I mind, of course. [ before she says anything in response to that. ] Benefits me if you do.
But a sexy homeless person? [ She ventures a shrug of one shoulder, giving him a sly expression — because it really is a question of which one of them is going to move to close the distance first, and maybe she wants to find out exactly who breaks first.
In response to that remark, she laughs, because it's true; maybe she does have a type and maybe that type is slightly scruffy-looking dudes. (She's always had a little something for Harrison Ford, even if she'll never admit it.) But the sight of him slipping his hands into his pockets, as well as that slightly knowing look he gives her, prompts a broader smile. ]
So does that mean I can tell you you're not allowed to shave the beard? [ Okay, she's losing her own challenge for sure, already stepping forward as she gently slips her arms around his neck. ] Because it's a good look.
Are there such things as sexy homeless people? [ if there were, he'd take it. he knows he's got a little better than an actual homeless person and he's not taking what he has for granted at all but he knows he could also clean up a little. ]
You can tell me. Maybe I'll even listen. [ he probably would. when she slips closer, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and winds his arms around her waist. ]
Sure there are. I'm looking at one right now. [ But her lips tilt up in a smile that makes it plain she's still just teasing him for that nerf herder look, and her fingers latch together at the nape of his neck, keeping herself tethered to him by that much before the slip of his arms around her waist draw her even closer against him. ]
You? Disappointing?
[ She clucks her tongue against her teeth, offers a small headtilt, and then dips in slightly to nudge her nose against his. ]
It'd take a hell of a lot for you to disappoint me, Diaz. Even more than that if you make good on your promise to take me into that bedroom and do filthy, filthy things to me.
[ he noses against her, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent and savoring in her touch for just a second before he starts backing her towards where he thinks the bedroom might be. ]
All I've been thinking about while I've been driving is all the filthy, filthy things I want to do to you. Going down on you, fingering you, teasing you until you beg for more, you on top, you on your hands and knees...
[ he trails off and bites his lip. ] Made driving hard sometimes. Literally.
You know, I'm having trouble thinking of an example right now. Then again, you're being really distracting right now.
[ Her voice leaves her a little hushed, a subtle hitching in her breath when he so thoroughly fills the space between them, pressing against her in all the right ways already seconds before he starts walking her backwards in that slow, even pacing of their feet. ]
How do you do that? [ There's a subtle marveling in the question she poses to him, the way she tilts her chin up to keep their faces close together. ]
How do you just continue to be this insanely sexy?
Well, I wouldn't wanna show up and just be boring. Then, you might not want me to come back.
[ hopefully not. hopefully being boring wouldn't have been the dealbreaker between them. doesn't mean he's going to show up and just wanna sit on her couch and sleep but still. ]
It's called being too lazy to shave and wearing clothes that come from a thrift store and passing it off as being rugged. [ her face tips closer and he can't resist pressing a light, quick kiss against her lips. ] The dirty talk I picked up from truckers at rest stops.
I think I'd be just as into you even if you were a little boring. Could kind of use boring for a change, actually.
[ Especially considering the life she leads; boring is downright refreshing.
She won't withdraw from him as he leans in, gives her the soft press of his mouth; she hovers close to let her lips brush against his even while they continue talking in those low, hushed tones. ]
And here I thought you came up with all your own material. You mean to tell me you've been stealing all your best dirty talk from somewhere else?
Oh yeah, I steal everything good. This beard? I decided to grow it because I read somewhere that women love a man with a good beard.
[ and while that was actually true, it wasn't the reason why marcos had grown his beard. he'd been lazy, mostly, and then in a place where it was smart to grow a beard because he'd been cold and then he'd just kept it. ]
The dirty talk? It's from the porn I watched in the last hotel I stayed in. Really good porn. Lots of great dirty talk and acrobatics.
[ he grins at her, leaning forward to capture her mouth for a proper kiss. ]
Smart and well-read. Remind me again how I managed to snag you?
[ She says it half-jokingly, because it's not like they've ever actually had a DTR (define the relationship) talk, what with the both of them being propelled into life-or-death situations on the regular, and who has time for that anyway?
But maybe she's thought about it here and there, about what something real between them would look like. ]
Acrobatics, huh? Did you learn anything you want to show m — ?
[ It's all she manages to get out before his lips are on hers again, and she sighs softly into it, arms winding more firmly around his neck as she lifts herself up on her tiptoes to meet him; he's got her beat by more than a few inches, but she never objects to having to insert herself more fully into his space. ]
Were you about to ask me if I learned anything from the porn movies I might or might not have watched and wanted to see?
[ he pulls away just enough that he can move his lips to talk but his mouth is still mostly pressed against hers and he whispers the words to her. his lips then pull into a smile, smug and devious. ]
Wouldn't you like to know? Or see. [ and he would absolutely show her, of course. ] Had to do something to get off when I couldn't get you on the phone to hear your voice.
Well, I figured you might have picked up one or two things you'd be interested in trying out.
[ And she keeps their faces close, lets her lips brush against his on every other syllable in that way that only draws out how badly she wants him, raises the anticipation of the moment.
They've always had a knack for this, at teasing out things until they're both desperate and practically clawing at each other, ripping each other's clothes off, and maybe now is no exception even while they're already moving in the direction of her bed. ]
You should show me that too sometime. [ Now that she has him here, it feels like permission to be bold, to voice her desires, to ask for what she wants. ] How you get yourself off when I'm not around.
[ far be it from him to not give her a show. he wasn't terribly shy, not when he was in private with her but it wasn't something he'd with just anyone either. ]
You want to watch me jerk off? Fuck into my fist while I think of you? I'd be happy to show you that whenever you want. It'd be fun to see how long you could keep your hands to yourself.
[ But at this very moment especially, she's too damn impatient to keep her hands to herself, and that's probably evidenced by the fact that she's already sliding her hands beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers spindling across the firm ridges of his abdomen where she can feel his skin directly — not necessarily attempting to remove that layer fully, but just taking the opportunity to feel him.
And maybe she drags her nails across his skin in retaliation, because he knows her too well already to know she won't be able to watch very long without trying to participate. ]
Right now, though? Right now I'd rather have you fucking me instead.
Hmm. Maybe in the shower, too. Show me how you touch yourself with all that water running over you.
[ But wow, abs; those are going to distract her pretty well right now and she lets her hands roam over all that uncovered skin, the rounds of his shoulders and the planes of his chest before sliding across his stomach to gently tease beneath the waistband of his pants.
One of her hands dips low to find the outline of his arousal, the ridge of his erection nudging against the front seam, and she caresses over him with palm and fingers, curling a half-grip and watching his face while she gently strokes. ] Like that?
[ yes, just like that. except when marcos tries to say that, he just moans instead which is probably pretty telling anyway. he bites down on his lower lip, trying to muffle some of the sounds but when she reaches down and starts stroking over the front of his pants, he exhales noisily and laughs. ]
Yeah, like that.
[ duh. ]
I'd prefer if my pants weren't in the way but we'll get to that.
[ once they got on the bed or something or he woke up enough from her touching him to take her clothes off. just give him a second or two or ten. ]
Okay, true, but let me pose a counterargument, and that's taking my time with this because I haven't seen you in a freaking long time.
[ She's not about to waste a single minute of this, but she also doesn't know how long she has him — it could be tonight, it could be tonight and several days after. The impatient part of her just wants to rip his pants and drop to her knees right here and now, getting him off with her mouth to start.
But for now, she's steadily backing up in the direction of the bedroom with her hand literally still cupping his cock, thinking that will be enough incentive for him to follow her, giving him the press of that steady massage to feel him swell further from her touch. ] Gotta take some of my shit off first too, you know.
[ all marcos can really do in answer to her leading him back to the bedroom with a hand on his cock is to let off a string of spanish, some curse words, some exclamations and some incoherent babbling.
but, he follows along dutifully, catching up sometimes to grab a kiss from her but mostly just walking and trying not to push his hips into her hands because goddamn does he want to. ]
I will take every single thing you're wearing off with my teeth. [ that was a promise that he intended to keep. he groans a bit, squirming into her hand as they finally push past the bedroom door. ]
[ Even if he did, even if he couldn't let her touch him without finding a way to seek out more of it with that eager shifting of hips — she likes that he isn't afraid to let himself be eager in front of her, wants to show her how much he's been aching for her, because then it makes her feel a little less self-conscious about reciprocating.
And once they're over the threshold and inside the bedroom, she reaches out to close the door carefully, turning the lock in case Waverly gets the idea to barge in all of a sudden, completely heedless of any sounds that might be going on within — and that's the thing, she and Marcos sometimes get loud in here too. ]
That's a pretty tall promise. [ She presses up into him, fingers abandoning his clothed cock to finally start working open his belt, gaze sweeping up to his face while she does. ] I'd like to see you try.
[ he will no matter how long it takes. if he has to take hours upon hours while he uses his mouth to get her clothes off (and maybe get her off once or twice), he will. but if it got too hard (ha ha) or he wanted more, he'd just give up and admit defeat.
he wasn't afraid to do that. ]
And I'll do it slowly so you're writhing around and wanting it so badly by the time I get our shirt off.
I know better than to pose you an empty challenge.
[ Or, at least, she knows better than to pose him a challenge and not expect him to follow through to the best of his ability, especially when they're in a bedroom together; the worst part of it is that she might be too impatient to let him get that far on his mouth alone before she's begging for something else instead, and she knows he'd stretch it out even longer just to spite her. ]
But I already want you too badly to wait. [ Her gaze lingers on his as she thumbs open his jeans, draws down the zipper. ] And I want you in that bed doing all kinds of filthy things to me.
[ when there was more time. when there wasn't an urgency in the air that meant even he probably wouldn't be able to stick with that challenge long because he'd want her too much. even now, when she's getting right to taking off his pants, he wants to reach down and help her.
but he also loves this part, letting her take his clothes off so he can do the same to her so he waits. ]
When there's more time. When I don't want to lick you until you come screaming.
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he shrugs out of his coat, tossing it on a nearby chair or table or something (he's barely paying attention to anything but her her) before moving closer again. ]
I like that you got dressed up for me. [ he likes the pajamas, he means. ] You look good.
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Not that she's excited to see him or anything along those lines. ]
Shut up. [ But her grin splits her face before she can help it, as she turns her head to attempt to mask it behind the fall of her hair, and when she finally tilts her chin up to bring him into her view again it's with an undeniable fondness in her gaze. ] You look good too.
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Maybe you just like scruffy vagrants. [ he doesn't step closer but a smile does inch its way onto his face and he tucks his hands into his pockets, watching her from across the short distance. ]
Not that I mind, of course. [ before she says anything in response to that. ] Benefits me if you do.
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In response to that remark, she laughs, because it's true; maybe she does have a type and maybe that type is slightly scruffy-looking dudes. (She's always had a little something for Harrison Ford, even if she'll never admit it.) But the sight of him slipping his hands into his pockets, as well as that slightly knowing look he gives her, prompts a broader smile. ]
So does that mean I can tell you you're not allowed to shave the beard? [ Okay, she's losing her own challenge for sure, already stepping forward as she gently slips her arms around his neck. ] Because it's a good look.
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You can tell me. Maybe I'll even listen. [ he probably would. when she slips closer, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and winds his arms around her waist. ]
Wouldn't want to disappoint you.
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You? Disappointing?
[ She clucks her tongue against her teeth, offers a small headtilt, and then dips in slightly to nudge her nose against his. ]
It'd take a hell of a lot for you to disappoint me, Diaz. Even more than that if you make good on your promise to take me into that bedroom and do filthy, filthy things to me.
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[ he noses against her, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent and savoring in her touch for just a second before he starts backing her towards where he thinks the bedroom might be. ]
All I've been thinking about while I've been driving is all the filthy, filthy things I want to do to you. Going down on you, fingering you, teasing you until you beg for more, you on top, you on your hands and knees...
[ he trails off and bites his lip. ] Made driving hard sometimes. Literally.
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[ Her voice leaves her a little hushed, a subtle hitching in her breath when he so thoroughly fills the space between them, pressing against her in all the right ways already seconds before he starts walking her backwards in that slow, even pacing of their feet. ]
How do you do that? [ There's a subtle marveling in the question she poses to him, the way she tilts her chin up to keep their faces close together. ]
How do you just continue to be this insanely sexy?
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[ hopefully not. hopefully being boring wouldn't have been the dealbreaker between them. doesn't mean he's going to show up and just wanna sit on her couch and sleep but still. ]
It's called being too lazy to shave and wearing clothes that come from a thrift store and passing it off as being rugged. [ her face tips closer and he can't resist pressing a light, quick kiss against her lips. ] The dirty talk I picked up from truckers at rest stops.
[ he was a well rounded man. ]
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[ Especially considering the life she leads; boring is downright refreshing.
She won't withdraw from him as he leans in, gives her the soft press of his mouth; she hovers close to let her lips brush against his even while they continue talking in those low, hushed tones. ]
And here I thought you came up with all your own material. You mean to tell me you've been stealing all your best dirty talk from somewhere else?
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[ and while that was actually true, it wasn't the reason why marcos had grown his beard. he'd been lazy, mostly, and then in a place where it was smart to grow a beard because he'd been cold and then he'd just kept it. ]
The dirty talk? It's from the porn I watched in the last hotel I stayed in. Really good porn. Lots of great dirty talk and acrobatics.
[ he grins at her, leaning forward to capture her mouth for a proper kiss. ]
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[ She says it half-jokingly, because it's not like they've ever actually had a DTR (define the relationship) talk, what with the both of them being propelled into life-or-death situations on the regular, and who has time for that anyway?
But maybe she's thought about it here and there, about what something real between them would look like. ]
Acrobatics, huh? Did you learn anything you want to show m — ?
[ It's all she manages to get out before his lips are on hers again, and she sighs softly into it, arms winding more firmly around his neck as she lifts herself up on her tiptoes to meet him; he's got her beat by more than a few inches, but she never objects to having to insert herself more fully into his space. ]
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[ he pulls away just enough that he can move his lips to talk but his mouth is still mostly pressed against hers and he whispers the words to her. his lips then pull into a smile, smug and devious. ]
Wouldn't you like to know? Or see. [ and he would absolutely show her, of course. ] Had to do something to get off when I couldn't get you on the phone to hear your voice.
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[ And she keeps their faces close, lets her lips brush against his on every other syllable in that way that only draws out how badly she wants him, raises the anticipation of the moment.
They've always had a knack for this, at teasing out things until they're both desperate and practically clawing at each other, ripping each other's clothes off, and maybe now is no exception even while they're already moving in the direction of her bed. ]
You should show me that too sometime. [ Now that she has him here, it feels like permission to be bold, to voice her desires, to ask for what she wants. ] How you get yourself off when I'm not around.
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[ far be it from him to not give her a show. he wasn't terribly shy, not when he was in private with her but it wasn't something he'd with just anyone either. ]
You want to watch me jerk off? Fuck into my fist while I think of you? I'd be happy to show you that whenever you want. It'd be fun to see how long you could keep your hands to yourself.
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[ But at this very moment especially, she's too damn impatient to keep her hands to herself, and that's probably evidenced by the fact that she's already sliding her hands beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers spindling across the firm ridges of his abdomen where she can feel his skin directly — not necessarily attempting to remove that layer fully, but just taking the opportunity to feel him.
And maybe she drags her nails across his skin in retaliation, because he knows her too well already to know she won't be able to watch very long without trying to participate. ]
Right now, though? Right now I'd rather have you fucking me instead.
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[ he reaches for his shirt and does the work for her, pulling it off and tossing it aside, leaving him half naked and already stepping closer. ]
Touch me. Please. I've missed you.
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[ But wow, abs; those are going to distract her pretty well right now and she lets her hands roam over all that uncovered skin, the rounds of his shoulders and the planes of his chest before sliding across his stomach to gently tease beneath the waistband of his pants.
One of her hands dips low to find the outline of his arousal, the ridge of his erection nudging against the front seam, and she caresses over him with palm and fingers, curling a half-grip and watching his face while she gently strokes. ] Like that?
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Yeah, like that.
[ duh. ]
I'd prefer if my pants weren't in the way but we'll get to that.
[ once they got on the bed or something or he woke up enough from her touching him to take her clothes off. just give him a second or two or ten. ]
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[ She's not about to waste a single minute of this, but she also doesn't know how long she has him — it could be tonight, it could be tonight and several days after. The impatient part of her just wants to rip his pants and drop to her knees right here and now, getting him off with her mouth to start.
But for now, she's steadily backing up in the direction of the bedroom with her hand literally still cupping his cock, thinking that will be enough incentive for him to follow her, giving him the press of that steady massage to feel him swell further from her touch. ] Gotta take some of my shit off first too, you know.
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but, he follows along dutifully, catching up sometimes to grab a kiss from her but mostly just walking and trying not to push his hips into her hands because goddamn does he want to. ]
I will take every single thing you're wearing off with my teeth. [ that was a promise that he intended to keep. he groans a bit, squirming into her hand as they finally push past the bedroom door. ]
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And once they're over the threshold and inside the bedroom, she reaches out to close the door carefully, turning the lock in case Waverly gets the idea to barge in all of a sudden, completely heedless of any sounds that might be going on within — and that's the thing, she and Marcos sometimes get loud in here too. ]
That's a pretty tall promise. [ She presses up into him, fingers abandoning his clothed cock to finally start working open his belt, gaze sweeping up to his face while she does. ] I'd like to see you try.
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[ he will no matter how long it takes. if he has to take hours upon hours while he uses his mouth to get her clothes off (and maybe get her off once or twice), he will. but if it got too hard (ha ha) or he wanted more, he'd just give up and admit defeat.
he wasn't afraid to do that. ]
And I'll do it slowly so you're writhing around and wanting it so badly by the time I get our shirt off.
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[ Or, at least, she knows better than to pose him a challenge and not expect him to follow through to the best of his ability, especially when they're in a bedroom together; the worst part of it is that she might be too impatient to let him get that far on his mouth alone before she's begging for something else instead, and she knows he'd stretch it out even longer just to spite her. ]
But I already want you too badly to wait. [ Her gaze lingers on his as she thumbs open his jeans, draws down the zipper. ] And I want you in that bed doing all kinds of filthy things to me.
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[ when there was more time. when there wasn't an urgency in the air that meant even he probably wouldn't be able to stick with that challenge long because he'd want her too much. even now, when she's getting right to taking off his pants, he wants to reach down and help her.
but he also loves this part, letting her take his clothes off so he can do the same to her so he waits. ]
When there's more time. When I don't want to lick you until you come screaming.
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