Curled up next to Striker watching old How I Met Your Mother reruns made me feel better. Containers of Thai take out were scattered across the coffee table, forgotten as we debated about whether or not the Captain had some weird sexual preference for boats. By the time the first episode was over, Lena was one of the last things on my mind.
We were about three episodes into the show when I looked up at Striker. The movement made him look down, and he grinned at me before pulling me into a kiss. It was a long, slow kiss that made my toes curl and my stomach do backflips.
With a low moan, Striker pulled me into his lap. I straddled him, the kiss turning from slow to more urgent and passionate. Striker gripped my hips, grinding against me. The friction sparked something to life inside me and I moved instinctively with the rhythm of his movements.
Time seemed to slip away as we toyed with one another, each working the other up. After what felt like hours but could have only been twenty minutes or so, I said breathlessly against his lips, "Let's take this to the bedroom."
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