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Adam took a deep breath, letting out a sigh as he watched his lieutenant pace back and forth, her helmet removed and silver hair a mess. A week out from the early extermination and he could tell the anticipation was getting to her. She seemed almost manic as she rambled about all the final preparations; something about making sure they had actually packed bandages for once.
Adam was only half paying attention, looking at her through dropping eyes. He stifled a yawn as she charged on through with her rather one-sided conversation with him. She looked, quite frankly, insane right now with how breathless and disheveled she was. His baddest bitch was clearly stressing over this.
"Lute, babe, relax." His voice cut through the tirade, and instantly she paused her pacing, her head tilted in confusion. "As hot as it is watching you go batshit, chill out."
"But... sir, it's only a week until we have to go down. We... we still have so much to do before that, and they know we're coming... they are probably preparing for us right now..." Despite herself, Lute sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. She slumped, but it was clear her whole body was tense.
He understood, of course. This would be the first time going down there knowing someone could die. Despite it all though, he doubted anything would happen to her. Lute was too good at her job to go down that easily. As for him?
"Yeah, but you saw how scared shitless Lucifer's sentient cumshot was. They know they're fucked. After all, what are they going to do to the first man, huh? I doubt they can even lay a finger on me. As for you? The other girls? You're all badass babes. Now that we know it's possible, I'm sure you'll be fine." He tried to keep his voice level at the word fine. A tiny voice in the back of his head doubted his otherwise unshakable faith in his girls. After all, one of them wound up not.
Lute still looked at him with apprehension, like she suspected he wasn't completely forthcoming with his doubts. However, it soon started to melt away as fatigue took over her features. She gave him a tired smile.
"Perhaps you're right... ugh, I just... I just need to calm down a bit." Easier said than done, judging by how she was trembling from the tension in her body. Adam felt something stirring in his chest, a desire to comfort. Maybe it was how miserable she looked that made him consider listening to that urge. A feeling of shame bubbled within him at the thought of being tender in any way, but… how could he resist when she needed him? He gave in to his desires, getting up from his chair and placing a hand on her shoulder.
He couldn't think of anything to say, wondering what can get her to relax. She felt like a rubber band pulled taught and ready to snap under his hand. He couldn't have that. He needed her ready for Extermination Day. (He ignored the traitorous thought of how he didn't like her being upset.)
"Damn, Dangertits, bad case of PMS?" It was stupid; a smartass comment that came out without any thought, but at least it was something to get her to focus on anything else other than the anxiety that had her wings twitching with the urge to fly.
A snort followed by a small huff of laughter drew a tiny smile to his face. "There she is..." He rubbed her shoulders, and felt the knots beneath her skin loosen. She laid a hand on top of one of his own, making his heart flutter in his chest. Eh, a pretty girl is kinda sorta holding his hand. Big deal. (His face was hot beneath his mask.)
"Thank you, Sir. I think I'm okay now." She certainly sounded better. Her shoulders weren't all the way up to her ears and her breathing was slowing down. She seemed fine, really...
"When's the last time you've showered?" She tended to forget about doing that,didn't she. Her hair looked limp and greasy, and her natural body odor was particularly strong lately. Not that Adam minded much. He really should analyze why he didn't mind her being a little stinky. Eh, a thought for future Adam.
She probably didn't notice his strange fondness for that smell of hers though, not with how bright yellow her ears were. "Um, it's...definitely been a few days."
Looking at the clock, he simply nodded to himself. They didn't have any more paperwork today, and it wasn't that long until the work day officially ended... fuck it, he's leaving.
"I'm taking you home—ah! No buts! You're going home and taking care of yourself. That's an order, Lieutenant." Despite it being an order, his tone was softer than any command had a right to be. Any more protest she had died on her lips, anyway. She looked at him instead, eyes searching for something on his face, before she looked at her hands shyly. Cute.
"Alright, Sir. I'll let you take me home."
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Adam had pretty much invited himself in, flopping onto Lute's couch like he owned the place. As much as he wanted to lay there for hours—seriously, her couch was insanely comfortable—he had a job to do. Lute needed him, she needed to be cared for, and goddammit if he wasn't going to do his job well. Those thoughts he had of comforting earlier… they clearly weren't the same as this. This was just just a commander making sure his lLieutenant was ready to do her best. She couldn't do her best if she was exhausted like this.
Lifting his head, he saw the smallest hint of a smile on her face, leaving his chest to feel warm and fuzzy. She had a nice smile, and when she showed him such a rare soft expression, he couldn't help but find it all the more precious. It was enough that he didn't want to bury the emotions that were too raw for him to touch. Enough he let his mind linger on his fondness for her for just a second.
He blinked hard, snapping himself out of his self-imposed trance. Right, no time to think about a pretty smile when the girl who had it needed him. "Get in the shower, alright? I can fix you up some grub while you're in there. Knowing you, you probably haven't been eating as well as you should."
She at least had the decency to look ashamed. With a golden glow to her cheeks, she shuffled into her bedroom, and the faint sound of the shower turning on came a few minutes later. Good, she was listening. (She always listened to him in the end, didn't she?)
He soon got to work raiding her fridge, eventually deciding he'd make her some scrambled eggs. It didn't take long for him to finish, and Lute, ever efficient, soon came out of her room, damp hair sticking to her cheeks and forehead.
Right now, Adam really wished he had kept his mask on, because he was sure his cheeks were turning a soft gold. She had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was simple, comfortable, and yet the way a single spaghetti strap slid down her arm had his mouth go dry. She'd lifted her arms, stretching, not noticing how her shirt rode and exposed the delectable looking flesh that rested just above her waistband. God, and the material was thin, breathable, and it clung to her cute, little tits in a way that had him swallowing back a whine.
He shook his head, trying to pull together some semblance of strength to keep him from collapsing to his knees and begging her to do... something. There were a million things he wanted to do at that moment, some soft things he'd only done once upon a time, when the mother of his children still felt like a lover. Others were outright lewd. Pathetic. Needy.
"Made you some eggs." His voice was more winded than anticipated, and his own smile felt foreign in it's shyness.
If she noticed how absolutely wrecked he was, she didn't say anything about it. "Thanks. I appreciate it." She sat down shoveling her little feast into her mouth with as much grace as she could while still inhaling it. Yep, she definitely hadn't been eating like she should. He would scold her if he knew it wasn't a lost cause. It still didn't make the worry gnawing at his sternum go away.
Worry, concern, fondness, desire so hot it felt like it burned his very soul… all of these feelings were a storm he couldn't quite grasp, yet ached with how familiar they were. He needed to lay down, push these emotions aside. He needed them to stay contained before they consumed him entirely.
He left her to her own devices, moving to flop down onto the couch once more to keep his head from spinning with thoughts about the smaller angel. His golden eyes took one traitorous glance at her as she ate at her little table, his fingers flexing against the cushions with the urge to wrap his hands around her waist. His hands would wrap around it so easily, could pull her close to him, let their lips meet with hot breaths breathed out between them—hit, he really needed to stop thinking.
He didn't know long he had spaced out before she joined him on the couch, but he was crashing back to reality now, especially with her laying beside him, her legs stretched across his lap. Normally, this didn't bother him. They had long grown comfortable with casual touches, physical affection that he rarely displayed without expectations of seeing the other naked. It would have been a weakness with anyone else, but in her hands, so deadly yet gentle, it had felt like relief. Now, though, he was suddenly very aware how hot the skin of his thighs felt beneath her calves.
"You're normally not this quiet, Sir." Her voice was soft, a slight teasing edge slipping in. She looked at him, a dangerous glint in her eye and a smirk so mischievous, he wondered if she could read his mind. Mercifully, she couldn't. "You tired, too?"
Adam couldn't help the soft wheeze of laughter that came out of him, half-relief she didn't know about how her presence had him spiraling, and half-joy at the pinch of concern he saw between her brows. "No worries, babe, it'll take more than taking care of my best girl to tire me out."
He wondered if that had been too vulnerable for a minute, but decided the glow in her cheeks was enough of a reward for how suddenly exposed he felt. He could see a soft grin, barely containing laughter, spread across her face. "I meant getting ready for the extermination. You haven't been pushing yourself too hard, right?"
He rolled his eyes. What a hypocrite. And yet, he couldn't help but be fond of it, the way she seemed to treasure his well-being. Lute was his loyal lieutenant in all things, not just in battle and training. She was practically glued to him, always prepared to help ease his burdens.
He felt a voice whisper in the back of his mind, telling him he should return the favor.
"I'm good, don't worry," His voice sounded unsure. He wasn't lying, exactly, it's just he could barely speak with his heart racing in his chest. She had shifted closer, the soft curve of her ass pressing against his leg and leaving him desperate not to whimper from the contact.
“I can't help but worry, Sir.” Her fingers came up to his face. She looked at with such concentration he wondered what she was trying to see. Maybe he spoke too soon about her not being able to read thoughts. “I think maybe I should take care of you.”
Despite himself, he leaned into her touch, her cool fingers the only thing that relieved how hot he felt. He actually felt dizzy with how much she was turning him on by just… existing. She existed and that was all she needed to do for him to crave her.
"Your cheeks are flushed…" She was looking at him through thick lashes, her golden eyes sparkling brighter than Heaven's streets. Her lips were parted, looking so plump and delicious that he had to bite his own. Her skin, so pale and pristine, was begging to be marked by his teeth. He wanted to leave little tender bruises on her neck, her collarbone, her chest. He needed to feel the way the flesh of her thighs gave way to his hands. He wanted to hold those hips like a lifeline as he buried himself inside her. God... fuck. He needed her.
"Lute..." His self-control was crumbling at an alarming rate. He didn't know if he could resist temptation like this any longer. Lucifer himself couldn't have made anything more tempting than the angel beside him. Fuck... he needed... he needed...
Her leg shifted, bumping against the tent forming in his pants. The hiss he let out at the contact was almost pained, like it didn't spell salvation from his desires, but only stoked them further. His hands grabbed her waist before he could stop himself, dragging her into his lap and letting her feel what she was doing to him. He nearly let go, afraid he had crossed the line, when she rolled her hips against him. "Oh, fuck..."
It hadn't been him that spoke; the sound that came out of him was incoherent. No, it was her, eyes wide with realization of what was happening. She shifted again, a shuddering breath ghosting against his ear as she leaned forward. "Sir..." Whatever words she wanted to say after died on her lips as she instead made them kiss him behind his ear. She trailed her lips down, teeth scraping above his pulse point, before trailing back up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
His touch had to be bruising with how tightly, desperately, he gripped her hips, but she didn't seem to mind one bit. Oh no, she instead held his face in her hands and looked at him like he built the pearly gates himself.
He let go of one hip, instead bringing up his hand to cup her cheek. His thumb traced her bottom lip, a silent request. She granted it, leaning down and capturing his lips with her own. He didn't even feel embarrassed about the moan he let out, knowing she was swallowing it just seemed to make his blood run hotter.
"Fuck... Lute, stop for a second." His ears felt warm as he spoke. God, he didn't want to stop for even a moment, but if she kissed him again right now, his pants would be ruined. He didn't think he could handle being that pathetic in front of his lieutenant. Not before he pleased her. Not before he gave her the worship she deserved.
She pulled away slightly, her brow furrowed in a way that made him want to kiss the wrinkles away. "Did I do something wrong?" Her voice sounded so small that it was hard to believe the same woman could break the bones of sinners twice her size.
"Fuck no, Dangertits, you..." hHe laughed, the sound giddy in throat as he buried his face in her chest. "Babe, if you kept going, you'd have brought the first man to his knees."
He could feel the way her pulse quickened at his words, and he pressed kisses to her sternum before nibbling the side of her neck. His hand tangled in her hair, scratching gently at her scalp. The soft hum that rumbled in her chest was music to his ears.
"Come on. Hold on tight." He felt her arms hug his neck as he stood up, taking her into the bedroom with an eagerness he hadn't felt in ages. Sure, he was no stranger to sleeping around, but... but fuck him. He needed her like she was water. Like she was sustenance. Like she was the very air he breathed. God, he was weak for this woman, and he didn't care. Not now at least. Not alone with her in his arms.
He wasted no time laying her on the bed, his hands holding onto her thighs as he pulled her nice and close. Her hair fanned around her on the pillow, something he didn't know could be so beautiful. Silver hair, golden eyes, and lips that looked too good to resist beckoned him, and he headed their call. Holding her face like she was something precious, (who was he kidding, she was), he kissed her again. Soft, slow, tender in a way he didn't realize he was still capable of.
She was so tiny compared to him. He grabbed one of her hands in his, and it felt so small that he feared he'd break her. She wasn't a delicate thing, she was tough, she was strong, and yet... oh how badly he needed to protect her. How badly he needed to be gentle because the idea of hurting her made him feel sick.
Soft lips left hers, barely avoiding diving back in when she whined at the loss. He tugged down one of those cursed straps of her top, kissing her shoulder before making his way to her now exposed breast. He took in the sight of her, more skin than he'd ever seen of her, and dove in, his lips wrapping around her nipple while he kept his eyes on her face. He pulled gently at the sensitive nubs, testing the waters. Her eyes darkened, her pupils dilating in a way that reminded him of a cat stalking a mouse. Why he found a look so dangerous, so hungry, adorable, he didn't know. Probably because it was Lute. That's the only answer that made sense.
"Sir..." His tongue flicked the hardened flesh, driving a gasp from his lieutenant. "Sir, please!"
She was flustered, her face glowing gold from her cheeks to her ears and down her neck. "I… that's..." The words weren't coming out, and as his hands moved underneath her shirt, he could see the words dying on her tongue. Well then, that wouldn't do.
"Use your words, Lieutenant." He could feel the smirk spreading on his face, and from the looks of it, it only served to make her flush go from gold to orange. He took her other breast in his hand before going back to toying with her with his mouth. He took a nipple between his teeth, nibbling on it before sucking. She squirmed beneath him, her breath hitching on moans that threatened to spill out.
"Fuck! Hurry up, I need you, please!" He chuckled against her skin, a light, sweet sound as he kissed his way back up to her face. He captured her lips briefly, but stayed close when they parted.
"Trust me, dollface, I'm excited too, but I am taking my time with you. We'll get there, just be—" He gave her one more kiss, "patient~"
The look on her face was priceless, her cheeks glowing and eyes wide. It was adorable, really. He couldn't wait to see what other faces she made, what other sounds... they would be the prettiest things he'd ever witness. He grinned to himself as he realized how sappy his thoughts are, but if anyone deserved them, it was her.
His hands traveled down her body as his lips and teeth continued to play with her chest. He squeezed her thighs in one, while the other hand laid on her stomach. He groaned, feeling the mix of soft flesh and hardened muscle beneath his fingertips. So much power in such a tiny package... he was briefly jealous of any sinner that had the pleasure of being at her mercy.
He kissed his way down her body, taking extra care around old scars. He traced them with his fingers just to feel her tremble beneath him. The sound of her wings fluttering drew another smile from him, finally giving her kisses nice and low on her belly. There was a cute little whine—such a needy thing—-that made him blush with pride. Suddenly, making his lieutenant feel good felt like the highest achievement he could obtain.
His fingers hooked into her waistband, tugging at her shorts and underwear until he could toss them to the side. She closed her legs, a sudden look of trepidation manifesting in her eyes.
"Sir, I—um..." Poor thing. She never had been at a loss for words before, but now she looked terrified. "Sir, I don't know if I can please you."
Adam laughed like she was joking, because she had to be. There was no way that she wouldn't please him, not when every single movement and sound she made drove him mad with need. The look on her face was serious, though. She was determined to serve while having no idea if she could do it right.
"Lute, babe, dollface... whatever you do tonight is more than enough for me. You have nothing to worry about," His hand came up to cup her face, his thumb rubbing along her cheekbone in a way he hoped was soothing. His other hand massaged her thigh, feeling the tension melt away by the second. Soon, she let her legs spread, her body finally relaxing. With her finally opened up for him, he could finally get a look at what she'd been hiding.
If it were any other situation, the noise he made when he saw her white curls come into view would've been out right embarrassing. His hands traveled up her thighs, spreading her lips to uncover her completely. His mouth went dry when he saw how wet she was already, arousal leaking,making her inner thighs shine. He felt the way her pulse beat against his fingertips, how it sped up at his proximity. He looked up at her face, resting his head on her thigh as he took in her look of desperation.
Adam placed a kiss on her hip bone, trailing until just above where he knew she was most sensitive. He breathed her in, taking in the scent of her minty body wash that left his mouth watering. It's what inspired him to quit teasing and finally get a taste, the tip of his tongue tracing around her swollen clit. He was light, barely touching her, yet by the gasp she let out, it was perfectly fine for her. He kept his eyes focused on her, taking in every little expression, and watched how she bit her lip to keep herself quiet. He flicked the sensitive nerves with his tongue just to get a gasp out of her.
One of his hands was splayed on her belly, feeling the way it twitched and shifted with every breath. The other was working its way between her legs, teasing her entrance with a single finger. Not yet. He wouldn't put a finger in yet. He wanted to make her fall apart nice and slow.
"So pretty for me... you look way too good like this..." His own voice surprised him with how soft it was. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised anymore, but... well, guess she was just that different to him. In a moment like this, he couldn't see himself talking any other way.
Lute's breaths had come out harsh, like she had been running a marathon. Her hips tried to rut against him, to get him to lick her harder and press his finger somewhere that ached deep inside. He pulled back, keeping that maddening pace that had her crying out for him. All he could do was laugh at her desperation, how it reminded him of himself. His laughter died in his throat, replaced by a surprised moan as she pulled him closer by his hair. He looked at her all wide-eyed before finally giving her what she wanted.
The feeling of her thighs around his head made him dizzy as sunk two fingers into her. Fuck, she was soaked, taking his fingers and squeezing them like a vice. Her scent was all around him, surrounding him with nothing but her. All he could focus on was her. As his tongue lapped between her folds, he let her flavor etch itself in his brain, a memory he'd never let leave him for all of eternity if he could help it.
Her voice was muffled by the soft skin pressed tight to his ears, but even still he heard the whimpers that dripped from her lips. He drank those in as much as he was drinking in her arousal, savoring her like she was the finest meal he'd ever had. Fingers were dug into his scalp, her nails making goosebumps crawl up his back. He answered with fingers curling into her and a bruising grip on her hip.
He ate pussy before, he was good at it, but this… something about this moment with her simultaneously having him in her grasp and falling apart at the seams made him never want to stop. He was learning her, learning how she whined when he hit that soft spot inside her and how she moaned when he sucked her clit. All of it was a perfect symphony that he was conducting with his hands and tongue.
“Oh, shit! Sir—” He felt her hips trembling under his touch. Her grip tightened on his hair, pulling a groan that vibrated against her. He looked up at her, not even realizing he had closed his eyes to focus, and couldn't help bucking into the sheets at what he saw. Her face covered in sweat, that beautiful face glowing gold, and her eyes starting to tear up. He hated to see her cry. Except now it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he couldn't help the thrum of pride coursing through him at the thought of making her feel that good. Pride and the need to take her apart drove him to add a third finger.
“Sir—ah,fuck!” She was dripping for him, wetting his stubble, his fingers, and the bed. He could feel her walls start to flutter, he could feel how close she was. The sound of her wings flapping against the bed felt in time to his own pulse. This… this had to be paradise. To have an angel like this reaching ecstasy from his touch alone had to be the ultimate blessing.
So he thought, but then between the moans, a softly sighed, ”Adam,” made his heart flutter and his insides melting into goo. It made him whimper into her, the vibration making her back arch. The sigh turned into a scream of his name, and with it her release at his hands. He took all of it in, how she trembled, the way her eyes squeezed shut, the taste of her that coated his tongue. He kept up the pace that had been set, bringing her through to the other side before finally coming up for air.
He looked down at her, and she was more puddle than woman. Her hair was a wreck, sweat made her skin shine, and her limbs had flopped beside her like they were made of jelly. Her eyes looked up at him, but her gaze was glassy. A lazy smile spread across her lips. God, she was gorgeous.
“Thanks…” Oh… he said that last bit out loud. Despite the fact his face was just between her legs, his ears burned at the fact he let that slip. His face just grew warmer when she sat up, taking off her tank top and making herself completely bare.
“I—” why did he feel tongue tied? It's not like he's never seen a girl naked, and, again, his tongue still tangled with her taste. But here she was, all perfect and beautiful and looking at him with adoration and suddenly he couldn't help how shy he felt. He pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck to hide the fact he was a flustered mess.
They sat in silence for a bit, simply breathing it in while they held each other. Her hands were back in his hair, but this time they traced gentle circles into his scalp. His own hands soothed the bruises he knew were forming on her hips and thighs. The content sigh that he felt against his shoulder made something melt inside him.
Finally, he found his voice again, though it was thick with want and an emotion he couldn't (wouldn't) name. “You doing alright, Dangertits?”
Her wings fluffed up as she pulled back to look at him, holding his face in her hands. Her eyes sparkled and her grin was probably the brightest he'd ever seen from her. “I'm fucking great, Sir. But…” She shifted in his lap before dropping her hands to wrap her arms around his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath as she pressed up against his clothed erection, and that dazzling smile turned into the most devious smirk. “...I think you could use a little help.”
He gulped. Actually gulped. Not because he was scared or anything, no. His mouth just felt so dry out of nowhere as she got to work pulling off his cassock. He definitely wasn't looking everywhere but her face to avoid saying or doing something stupid right now. (He was. This man was avoiding eye contact like the plague.) And it was hot. Why was everything so hot?
His torso was left bare, and the sheen of sweat meeting the cold air had him shivering. He only shivered more as her delicate hands undid his belt and started tugging at his waistband. He swore he heard her growl as she tugged them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. She looked positively feral at the sight, and he suddenly felt the urge to squirm under her gaze.
She got the last garment around his ankles in the blink of an eye, leaving him completely exposed to her. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, he's starting to realize why she'd been so flustered before. Just… the whole thing felt too much, even though she was not touching him yet. No, she was just looking at him with those stupidly gorgeous eyes like he was a piece of fine art.
“You're beautiful, Sir.”
Fuck, did she have to sound so sincere right now? Did she have to smile at him with that much affection? He was only a man, in the end. He felt like all sense of control was crumbling. The only thing left of him was want. He wanted her to praise him more. He wanted her to touch and feel him and let him feel her and-
His brain stopped when he felt her hand take his length into her grasp. All thought was gone, replaced by how good it felt to finally have her touching him like this. Those strokes, though slow and teasing, feltl like they were melting him down to the bone, and he chased the sensation with a buck of his hips.
He felt her still, and his voice betrayed him as he whined for her to keep going. A thought was spared for the idea that maybe this was payback for his earlier teasing, but it left him as soon as he was able to focus on her face once more. Gone was her earlier confidence as her expression seemed to morph into one of dawning realization.
“Um… do you think this…” She bit her lip, her cheeks dusted with a soft champagne color. “Will this fit?”
It took him a second to process, because having your dick in someone's hands tended to fry your brain a little. But as he looked at her, at how he was pressed against her body, he suddenly felt as nervous as her. She had a point.
“How much have you taken before?”
She pursed her lips, clearly trying to think of what she should say. A few absent minded strokes made it really hard for him to stay still, but he kept his hips glued to the bed. His chest was heaving by the time she finally found her voice. "None,Sir. Until tonight, the biggest thing I've had in me were my own fingers.”
Her voice was steady, but he could see embarrassment on her face. The way she looked away from him had mirrored his own vulnerable state from just a few minutes ago, and without a second thought, he took her face in his hands. He tilted her head, making sure he could take in every microexpression for any sign of discomfort.
“Okay. We can take it slow” As much as he was throbbing, he could be patient. He would be patient. That didn't change the way his voice cracked when he spoke again. “Please tell me that you own lube.”
At this, her nose wrinkled in a way that made him wanna kiss it. “I'm not an animal.” She said it like it's obvious, and maybe it was, but he really did not want to try anything without it. He cringed to himself just thinking about it.
“Alright, alright, good, just… how do you want to do this?” He backed up against the headboard, tracing lines up and down her spine as he watched her think. She leaned over to the side, digging into one of the drawers of her nightstand and pulling out a hefty bottle of lubricant.
“Do you buy that shit in bulk?”
“Yes, actually.”
“...Oh.”
That… actually made sense for her. And he was glad for it right now, because he'd rather make a big mess than try anything without it. The slicker everything was, the better.
She wasted no time pouring a handful of the substance onto her open palm, taking him in her hands again and coating him thoroughly. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the sheets in his fist, willing himself to keep himself calm long enough to at least get inside her. That still didn't change the way he twitched against her fingers as little droplets of pre dripped from his tip. It didn't change the noise that escaped him when she leaned down to lick it up as her hand still worked him.
“Lute, please, I'm dying here.” He didn't want to rush her, but he swore he was on the edge of madness.
“Sorry, Sir.” Her smirk and voice gave away that she wasn't sorry in the slightest. Mean. Cruel. This woman was perfect even when she was teasing him.
Finally, she released him, taking a bit more lubricant on her fingers and pushing them inside her. She kept her eyes on him as she slicked herself up, and he watched as that teasing glint he saw morph into determination. She pulled out her fingers, wiping them on the bed as she took her earlier position.
She took a deep breath, her wings flaring behind her as he felt her hands shake against his thigh. She still looked determined, but he could tell that anxiety was starting to creep in. His hands came up to hold by the waist, bringing her attention back to him.
“Come on, Lieutenant. You've never backed away from a challenge.” He could feel himself grinning, but his voice was not the teasing drawl that his words would imply. It came more like encouragement.
That encouragement seemed to work too, as it had her grabbing onto him, gripping his shoulder as she positioned him at her entrance. She definitely still trembled as he started to push inside, but now he also saw her eagerness. Her eagerness to please and eagerness to feel. It meshed so well with the all consuming warmth of her she started to sink down.
He let her take her time, just happy to finally be inside and feeling the heat that enveloped him in and squeezed him like a vice. One hand came up to her hair as she paused, breathing hard against the crook of his neck. His fingers ran through her silver lock as his other hand gave her hip a soft squeeze.
“Shhh, you're doing great. Take your time, you got this.” His voice was raspy now, desperate, but he felt a sort of tenderness creeping in. He was probably shaking too, the whole thing becoming that perfect sort of overwhelming that had his breathing turn ragged.
“I got this…” A whisper against his skin, more felt than heard, and then she kept going. With a grunt, she began to sink down once more, finally taking all of him.
“Oh, fuck… “ is all both of them could say as she hit the base. It was a lot for him to handle as he felt the way she twitched and clamped down in an attempt to fully adjust to him. He pressed her against him in an attempt to ground himself. He wasn’t sure he could when all he could do was feel.
Her hips shifted before she slowly rose up, testing the waters as she came back down. She lifted her head, eyes focused on him and only him. He stared back, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
“What are you looking at, gorgeous?”
“You.” She took his face in her hands and pressed a sweet little kiss to his lips. “Just you, Adam.”
The fucking adoration in her voice alone would leave him stunned, but when she started to find a rhythm, it just left him seeing stars. Whatever noise he let out must have a fire under her, because she suddenly seemed a lot more confident.
His arms wrapped around her, trying to keep himself a little sane even as she did her best to drive him crazy. He didn't think he'd be able to let go of her after this, not with how soft and right she felt to hold. Not when he felt like she was taking him apart so thoroughly that she was the only one who'd ever put him back together again.
“Oh fuck me, you feel so good…” He knew at the rate they'd been going, it wouldn't be hard for him to finish at this point, but right now he was doing everything in his power to keep it together. He was's pretty sure he was digging into her back now, clawing at her as he tried to focus on anything but pure sensation. The sound of how needy he was was foreign to his ears.
“God, you just don't know how long I've wanted this… you don't know how badly I—” He hissed, her own nails sharp on his shoulder. ”Shit, you just don't realize how badly I wanted to bend you over my desk. How many times I've thought about you during meetings. That shit is so boring and all I could think of was how much more fun it would be with you…” He pressed his forehead to hers, a breathless laugh coming to his lips.
“Why didn't you, Sir?” The way her voice wavered made his heart skip a beat.
“Figured if any of my girls deserved better than that, it was you…” And it was true. Tonight wasn't like normal. It didn't feel transactional or distant; it felt personal. It felt intimate in ways he forgot he wanted. “If I did it, I wanted to take care of you.”
He felt her practically melt against him as she pressed her lips against his. He was more than happy to oblige, tangling a hand into her hair as smiled into the kiss. Her tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his lips to request permission. He granted it, and soon everything else around him felt irrelevant. Right now the only thing that mattered was her and the way their two bodies fit like pieces of a puzzle.
He had to pull away, feeling that last shred of control slipping through his fingers. He gritted his teeth, just hoping not to sound completely pathetic. “I'm almost there, babe. What do you—”
He was cut off by them suddenly being flipped over, his hands splayed out by her face and her legs wrapped around him as tightly as possible. “You're going to pound me into the mattress and then cum inside me, Sir.”
Demanding Lute was definitely becoming his favorite brand of Lute, because holy shit was it hot. Especially when she looked at him like this, all sultry and out of breath, he knew he couldn't disappoint her.
Adam pulled back, starting to rock into her in a rough and sloppy rhythm. He couldn't really think of anything right now other than how much he loved this. How much he loved—oh.
“Shit…” He now had a name for the feelings that scared him so terribly, but instead of freezing, instead of running, he couldn't stop himself anymore. He sped up, his movements hard and fast as worked to fulfill her desires. No more words could come to mind, none that didn't express those feelings that he didn't want to give voice to, so he hoped she at least felt it in the way he cupped her cheek. How he kissed her nice and slow. How his fingers were now intertwined with hers.
He was shaking, ready to explode any minute now. Her hand that wasn't holding his was tugging at his hair, and their moans and sighs dissolved into each other's with every kiss. She was squeezing him for dear life, like she was feeling this too. That she felt ready to burst not just from the physical intimacy, but from her own emotions that had claimed her body and soul. For this moment, locked in her embrace, he dared to hope she loved him, too.
It took only a minute or two more before she gasped his name again, her walls fluttering around and her stare looking dazed. She looked so good like this, underneath him, above him, whichever way he could have her. And when she smiled at him, the way she whispered sweet nothings as his whole body trembled and sweat dripped from his brow, he was utterly gone for her.
He pushed as deep as could before he finally let go, pure sensation hitting him like a sack of bricks. “Oh, God—” He couldn't even be embarrassed by the way his voice broke, not when everything else inside also felt like it was breaking. “Fucking hell, Lute, Lute, Lute—!” He buried his face into the sheets, but he was pretty sure she still heard him whimpering her name like a sinner begging at the altar for salvation. His wings flared out behind as he rolled his hips in time with each deep, shuddering clench felt deep in his stomach. It felt like an eternity as the waves of pure, molten bliss crashed over him over and over again. With one last panting breath, he finally collapsed, his entire body feeling like it was made of jelly.
He took a moment to calm down, sucking in mouthfuls of air as he came back down to earth. He only truly snapped out of the daze he was in by Lute tapping on his shoulders. With a start, he pushed himself up, realizing he'd been squishing the much smaller angel. “Shit, sorry, Lu—”
He was cut off by her laughing, a cackle shaking through her and punctuated by a snort. He tilted his head, confused.
“Was it, hehe, that good, Sir?” Her face cracked into a wide grin, tears of mirth threatening to spill over. She could barely speak a couple of words before giggling to herself.
“Hey! It's not my fault you're such a tease…” He hardly sounded offended though, even when he tried to pretend he was. He couldn't help but think the horrendous sounds she called laughter were strangely endearing.
She simply looked up at him with that smile, all smug yet somehow so sweet. “You're cute when you're pouting.”
Heat rushed to his cheeks. He just knew he had to have the most ridiculous look on his face, because she looked like she'd start laughing again any second now. He'd have to fix that.
His way of fixing that, though, seemed to just rolling over on his side and pulling her against him to give her a few soft and lazy kisses. His arms wrapped around her waist while she seemed content to let her hands wander. She kept them mostly on his shoulders and biceps, but she did manage to grab ahold of his ass at one point. The shocked yelp at getting handsy just made her laugh more.
He pressed his lips onto her skin a few more times, her cheek, her jaw, her neck and shoulders. Even when he parted, he didn't let go, simply content to look at her.
He had a name to his feelings now, and kicked himself for not realizing it sooner. How could not realize it when he felt like the sleepy smile she was giving him was the most beautiful thing in all of creation. How can he even begin to cope with the intensity of these emotions that he'd kept buried deep inside for so long.
“You should get some rest.” His hand brushed away the hair still slicked down by sweat.
That little crinkle in her brow had no right to be so cute. “...Will you stay?” That voice was so tiny and hopeful that it actually made his chest hurt.
“Yeah, I'm not going anywhere, babe. We'll get cleaned up later, right now… I think you've earned yourself a nap, soldier.” He wondered if she could feel how his heart fluttered when she huffed against his neck. He could feel her smile on his skin, and it just made butterflies stir within him.
Her breathing soon turned soft and rhythmic, and she had gone limp in his arms. Now that he was alone with his thoughts, all the warmth and overwhelming pleasure he had felt were now giving way to something raw.
He had wanted her so badly, and that yearning was now something so terribly desperate it clawed at his chest and guts. Holding this woman in his arms was simply not enough anymore. He had to tell her, beg her to be his, loudly and proudly proclaim to all of Heaven, Hell, and Earth that he was off the market and devoted to his lieutenant alone. It was pathetic, cheesy, so cliché… and yet it felt so right in this moment.
His heart thumped hard when he thought of the extermination and of how busy they'd be before and during. She was already stressed enough as is,right? That was how they even got here, tangled up in each other and warm and cozy. As badly as he ached for her, as much as he needed to know these feelings that threatened to tear him apart… well, that would just have to wait.
Once the extermination was completed, and the little hellspawn's hotel was ash and splinters, he'd tell her. But right now… he guessed he had a little secret to keep.