Who; Lenne & Loz
What; Smut. Congrats, Figgy.
When; Now
Where; Up by the randomly inserted observatory
Rating; NC-17
Loz leaned against the wall, waiting patiently.
Really.
Truth was, he did really like Lenne. But he wasn't the type to settle down any more than she was. Still, right now he just wanted a night with her. It sounded just about what the doctor ordered.
Lenne took her time getting out of her uniform, tucking it into her shoulder bag and tugging on the change of clothes she'd brought with her to work. She gave a small wave to Elle on her way out, one hand moving up to smooth her hair as she spotted Loz.
"Hey."
"... like always, beautiful."
He reached out, taking her hand and brushing a kiss against her knuckles.
A smile tugged at her lips, and she let him hold onto her hand. "Already with the flattery, Coburn?"
He tilted his head, a slight smirk on his lips.
"We both know I don't flatter you."
"Yet still you try." Lenne smirked in return and pulled her hand away. "Are we going?"
He let go of her hand willingly, shrugging his shoulder.
"Wherever the lady wants, we can go."
She stared out at the diner's parking lot, watching some of the remaining cars pull out into the street and drive away. "... Surprise me."
He leaned over, kissing her shoulder before holding open the door to his car.
"I've got some ideas."
Her eyes slid shut at the sensation of lips on her skin, and without a word she stepped into the car.
He got in, driving with the radio cranked.
... they weren't chatty people.
Not very chatty at all.
Lenne stretched her legs out, making herself comfortable in the seats as they drove.
He reached his hand over, resting it on her leg. Loz wasn't exactly subtle.
They drove up to the hills, where there was an observetory and not much else. You could see the stars.
Lenne shot him a lazy smirk, eyes half closed. "Nice view."
"I thought so." He parked the car, rolling back the top of the convertible.
"... just sort of wanted to get away for the night, you know?"
"... yeah." She took her eyes off the sky and turned to Loz.
He turned to her too, face impassive.
"... yeah?"
She leaned closer and kissed him.
There was nothing worth saying anyway.
Loz tugged at her, eyes closing as he pulled her into his lap. He wanted to keep her, if only for tonight.
She complied, legs on either side of his and hands moving up his chest. She wasn't going anywhere, any time soon.
Loz stroked her cheek, pulling back far enough to look into her eyes. She was a lot prettier than he thought even she knew.
It was sort of a lucky thing he got to even look at her as much as he did.
Lenne frowned and opened her eyes, fingers absently drawing circles over his chest through his shirt.
"... what?"
"Just admiring you. That a crime?"
His hand ran through her hair, rings clacking slightly against her earrings.
"Suppose not..." She bent her head to kiss his throat.
He groaned quietly, fingers stroking the back of her neck while his other hand moved up, cupping a breast.
"Good."
Now they were getting somewhere. Lenne grinned against his throat, pressing her hips closer in response.
She wasn't subtle, and apparently in a rush. Loz must smirked.
Sliding his hand under her shirt, he teased the smooth skin, doing what he could to at least drag it out somewhat.
A shuddering sigh escaped her lips, and Lenne reached down between them, fingers working his jeans open and slipping inside.
Loz gasped against her lips, then managed to regain his thoughts somewhat. His own hands moved down to tear off her panties.
Literally.
"... been too long."
Well, there went that pair. Lenne's tongue darted out to run over his lips, fingers moving teasingly slow.
"Missed me?"
"Damn straight I did." His tone was harsh, and he managed to only just keep from going too quickly to tease her center.
Loz wanted her, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
Lenne moaned, her grip tightening for a moment as her hips moved again, breath coming a little faster now.
Loz nipped at her ear, sliding his free arm around her waist.
"... this what you wanted, Lenne?" His fingers sped up.
"Yes..." she whispered hoarsely, moving her hands up to his hips to dig her nails into smooth skin, moaning again as she moved against his hand.
His thumb found her center, and Loz moved down, sucking on her neck. Part of him wanted to mark her. Something to remind her of him when she was at home later.
So he did.
She'd left her own, tiny crescents decorating his skin as her body gave a shudder, her head thrown back, letting him do as he pleased.
He wanted inside her. Now.
Fumbling in his side panel, he tried to find a little foil packet. He knew it was there.
Lenne licked her lips, reaching up and into her top, pulling out a tiny piece of foil. "This what you were looking for?"
He smirked, kissing her deeply.
"I could so easily fall in love with you." He took the foil, ripping the packet open.
"Please don't," she mumbled against his lips, tongue darting into his mouth as she gave his jeans a tug.
He had been expecting that. He had a quip in his head, but it just wasn't worth the risk.
"Not your choice." ... dammit.
She pulled back, just enough to see his face.
"... you won't like how it ends."
"... oh?"
This was the worst time ever to have this conversation. For fuck's sake, he still had his hand in her.
Very bad timing. Lenne gave up on his jeans and wrapped her hand around him once more, thumb brushing roughly over the tip. "Another time."
He bit the inside of his mouth, shaking his head.
"Don't... just..."
He wanted to stop. Even though his body couldn't come close.
She kissed him softly on his throat, dragging kisses down, waiting for him to move again.
He sighed, jutting his hips up just enough so he could get out enough.
"Here."
He handed her the condom.
She took the condom between her fingers, unrolling and smoothing it over him as she nipped at his throat.
He blocked out everything but her touch, everything but her mouth on him.
This was all he got.
With one more kiss, Lenne slid her arms around his neck and lifted her hips, moving him inside.
Loz cried out against her mouth, although he'd claim it was far more manly than that. Really.
His hands finally gripped her hips, setting the pace.
Her hands found their way up into his hair, fingers tangling, moving with him, tiny moans getting caught between kisses.
Loz took over, arching his hips hard into her, doing his best just to breathe. It was a damn good thing he had the seat back, or she'd hit the steering wheel every time.
His lips found her breasts, sucking them even through her shirt. "So fucking sweet..."
Her moans quickly turned to full throated cries with every movement, fingers clutching at his hair. "Loz..."
His movements sped up, already finding himself tightening like a spring.
"Always... every time... so damn good," he murmured between her breasts, lapping the skin there.
She bit her lip hard, pushing him deeper, harder in return, pleasure running through her.
"... come for me," he murmured against her ear, groaning with a quiet tone of command.
Loz wanted her to scream.
She shuddered, her breath catching in her throat before she did scream, gripping onto him as tight as she could grasp.
Loz finally found release, and for a moment he could pretend that she'd come home with him that night.
Even if it was pretend.
Lenne buried her face against his throat, exhaling slowly as she relaxed against him, content to just be like this for a few minutes.
Loz's eyes slid shut finally, arms around her waist, just breathing.
That took a lot more effort than it should have.
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