Winter Hearts

Unbidden

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Siana wondered why he even had to ask.

Was it not obvious she was ready to jump him already? Was the fact that she had gyrated her way to climax on his leg not enough of an indication to him that yes, he could come to her bed?

Triple T, you are a funny mix, she thought. He wasn't shy about being physical, but he seemed strangely conservative, even traditional, in the way he expressed himself. Maybe he learned English that way, she thought, staring at his reddened, opened lips. Maybe he wants to be chivalrous, she thought also, thinking of his leg pressing between her legs as he squeezed her flesh relentlessly.

The way he had said, "Look at me". The commanding tone of his voice had sent shivers down her spine, and when she did look at him, the intensity of that moody expression in his eyes... He was making a claim. I am here. I am doing this to you. You are mine.

It had sent her over the edge.

Siana couldn't help it, she closed her eyes and moaned, letting go of him and running her hands up over his shoulders to grab the hair at the nape of his neck. He sighed, leaning forward to kiss her softly.

She could feel the heat of her desire getting stoked again, and she pressed herself against him, as he reached around to grab and knead her ass. He seemed particularly fond of that part of her anatomy, and she arched against him happily to give him a better feel.

To bed, to bed, she thought. Then suddenly she realised something, pulling back. She hadn't prepared for this eventuality tonight.

"I.. I don't have protection," she stammered.

He looked at her and frowned for a split second, not really comprehending. He slid his hands slowly off her behind, letting them trail up around her waist. Then she watched him slip his hand into his coat pocket, bringing out a leather pouch the size of a wallet. It was light, but tightly packed.

As he unzipped it, she was surprised to see his fingers were trembling. He pulled on the shiny foil she saw inside and out burst a long strip of several condoms, unravelling like a shiny streamer at a carnival.

She giggled as he looked at it, dumbly. Then he coughed, looking self-conscious about his hefty supplies.

She raised her eyebrows, amused. He looked like he couldn't decide whether to feign surprise or to own up to wanting to be prepared for a night of vigorous activity. Either would require some explanation.

"You're a planner, I see," she said drily, leaning against the wall, and pulling on his overcoat. He stepped forward, his face a mask of non-revelation.

"N gave these to me," he said without pause. She loved that he was determined not to take responsibility for taking responsibility - knowing that no matter what, he looked like he expected her to help him go through the whole strip together.

"Oh, N gave these to you?" she asked, tilting her head. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"No, I mean, we always have these," he said. She pursed her lips, and she saw that he suddenly realised what he said wasn't in his favour. She tried to hide her smirk.

"Always?" she peered up at him, a smile in her eye. "That's a lot of protection for someone without a plan. You seem very sure of yourself, turning up here with your long coat and plenty of rubbers in your pocket."