want and be wanted on the ground beneath the fuss

[batoning]

[Bobbi's mood is slightly improved by the time she gets back. Slightly -- she's coming off a mission that, while ostensibly routine, managed to piss her off in no less than twelve ways. Part of the routine with Hunter is, admittedly, her needing to take back some of the control that fieldwork denies her, but she knows she wouldn't do it if he didn't like it. This is one of the reasons they work (most of the time, anyway).

She hoists her backpack up on her shoulder (not particularly classy, or sexy at that, but it's what she needed on the road) and tightens her hold on her grocery bag as she lets herself into their bedroom. She's not exactly sure how she'll find Hunter, because she left it open-ended on purpose; the other part of the routine is just that it's fun.]

Comments

[batoning]

You are.

[There's an unspoken "for now," but playfully meant.

She takes another pull of her beer.] Well, you're being so nice, I wasn't planning on getting too rough. But if you want that...

[huntinglance]

[ For all of his cockiness, Hunter's smile dropped off his face quickly when he realised what she was getting at, his eyes growing wide. ]

Wait, no, I take that back. I can still take it back, right?

[batoning]

Oh, she's smirking so much.]

That's kind of what I thought you'd say. Yeah, go ahead. I'd rather you not be too sore to focus.

[huntinglance]

[ He hates that smirk a lot right now, but honestly, he should have expected it. He really should have been more clear. ]

Thanks. You're a real generous lady, you know.

[ His pride is a little bruised, but he'll get over it. He's determined to do so as he switches to her other foot. ]

You're gonna let me one of these days, you know.

[batoning]

[She's still clearly amused, but he's doing such a good job with her feet that she indulges him with an airy:] Maybe. If you use your words.

[She just likes hearing him trying to articulate what he wants.]

[huntinglance]

[ He raises an eyebrow at her. He's wise to the types of games she likes to play, but he's nothing if not a sucker for her. ]

What, like how I want you to let me fuck you in the arse? Those kinds of words?

[ He gives her a little smirk of his own, really working his thumbs into her foot. ]

Maybe even sober this time?

[batoning]

[She toasts him with her beer, just a little sarcastic.]

Those kinds. Though if you want it sober, this probably isn't the night for it.

[Since, y'know. Beer.]

[huntinglance]

[ Okay, that was a fair point. He gives a probably overdramatic sigh and gets himself back to work on her foot. ]

Well, you can't blame me for trying to loosen you up a bit without getting you too far gone, eh?

[ He gives her a crooked sort of smirk and places a kiss on the top of her foot, following it up with her ankle and creeping up her calf. ]

I think I can make do otherwise.

[batoning]

[She grins, subtly repositioning herself so that he has better access to her leg. Her beer is almost gone, and she's got some ideas.]

Damn right.

[huntinglance]

[ The shift in her position isn't exactly unnoticed, and he's silently grateful for it as he draws his kisses up past her knee and pausing on the inside of her thigh, dragging the blunts of his teeth against the soft skin on the inside, and glancing up at her to gague her reaction. ]

[batoning]

[Her breath hitches -- enough so that he'll know she let herself be obvious about it -- and she spreads her legs farther.] Keep going.

sorry for the delay!

[huntinglance]

[ Deliberately obvious or not, it still makes him feel good that he's on the right track with this. Even if she hadn't said anything, he would have continued on anyway. He really didn't need incentive for that.

He pauses only briefly to lay down between her legs, and makes no hesitation in planting his face against her. Not feeling the need to be coy, his tongue eagerly laps at her skin and slips between her folds to taste the softer flesh waiting there. ]

you're alright! pardon mine.

[batoning]

[She smirks. The plan, and she's pretty sure it's an obvious one, is to let him get really into it before she makes her next move.

This is slightly hindered by the fact that she's also going to get into it, but she's (hopefully) better at controlling herself.]

God, I've needed this.

No worries at all

[huntinglance]

[ Whatever devious machinations she's got going on are the furthest thing from Hunter's mind at the moment. When he finds a job he's passionate about, he's the type to throw himself at it completely. And wouldn't you know it? Nothing in the world could possibly be better than where he's at right now.

His arms slip under her legs and urge her a bit closer while his lips and tongue put themselves to work in kissing and suckling against her flesh. She's warm, and she certainly tastes like she's been working hard. 'Nothing wrong with that', he thinks just before letting out a long, low moan against her skin after a particularly languid swipe of his tonuge. ]

[batoning]

[He's not going to get to be so hands-on all night, so she's going to enjoy it while she can. She rolls her hips against his mouth, rubs into his touch, runs fingers through his short hair.]

Hell, yeah.

[It's breathy, not particularly verbose. She's just enjoying herself, and she does want him to know it. He's doing a good job. That's how you encourage people!]

[huntinglance]

[ And he is nothing if not receptive to praise and good feedback. Especially from her.

He takes her movement as a positive and makes an effort to press himself harder against her, not at all playing coy with his tongue or his lips. But ever the impatient type, he tugs at her just a little to get a better angle to slip his tongue inside of her and giving a muffled groan of approval. ]

[batoning]

[She'll take his hint, she's feeling good enough that she's a little suggestible. A little.

He coerces a moan from her, then a little gasp. High compliment, that.

thank you for your infinite patience. Things've been wild

[huntinglance]

[ As someone who's at times worked upwards of an hour to get even a sigh out of her, the sounds she gives him are more than enough motivation to keep working hard. He can't help himself but to give her a grateful, almost gratuitious groan against her. He wants to keep her happy, and he hopes that playing happy lap dog will suffice.

His fingers grip into the firm flesh of her backside as he plunges his tongue in again and again, brown eyes only finally daring to look up at her for even a smile of approval. ]

aw, well, good luck with whatever you're dealing with, then!

[batoning]

[Yeah, she'll give him a little bit of one. She'll even sink down harder against his hands, encouraging him to touch her harder. (She's going to enjoy that while he still has free use of his hands. She knows exactly what she's doing.)]

You're being awfully nice.

[It's a shame, really, because she's about to be anything but.]

♥

[huntinglance]

[ He's grateful that Bobbi isn't at all shy about letting him touch her seemingly as much as he likes for now at least. Maybe she's forgotten about her plans? Doubtful, but he can at least do his best to be as distracting as possible for as long as possible, right?

He works his work-rough fingers into her skin before carefully dragging his short, blunt nails down the outside of her thighs, just in time for him to pull back for a breath and a cheeky little laugh. ]

Am I? Am I not allowed to show my appreciation now and then? I thought goddesses liked being worshipped.

[ The grin pulling the corner of his mouth gives the impression he thinks that is a very good line. ]

Re: ♥

[batoning]

Oh, Jesus, that was cheesy.

[She's smiling, though. She's in a decent enough mood now that it seems bad in a funny way, not a cringeworthy way.

But... it's enough of a break in the mood that it gives her a chance to pull away and rummage. Some people keep books or toiletries or whatever in their bedside table, Bobbi keeps bondage equipment.

Not all of it, mind, but the basics.]