Reality in Motion

new sensations (m)

Whatever confidence he had exuded in the kitchen had disappeared the moment he stepped foot into her bedroom. His insides twisted with nerves as he kicked off his shoes, a warmth began to form under his arms as he climbed onto the bed, and his mouth became dry when he saw how she looked at him with a knowing smirk. He had been on plenty of nerve-inducing, life-threatening missions, but those were nothing compared to what he was faced with now. He had never gotten this far with a woman before so he wasn't quite sure how to continue.

Starting to kiss her, he could tell that his confidence was shaken. They weren't the same kisses they had shared in the kitchen before - and it was a noticeable, bad difference. He paused, pulling back and moving to sit on the side of the bed. She sat up and moved over to sit next to him, a confused look on her face,

"I'm sorry." he apologized, not really knowing why he was. She hooked her legs over his thigh and shook her head,

"No, don't be." she started to rub his arm gently, "What's the matter?"

"I...have no idea what I'm doing." he admitted with a slight laugh. She gave him a reassuring smile and he met her eyes,

"That's okay." she assured him, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." her gaze was soft, but serious as she rested their foreheads against each other's. Moving her hand as if she was tucking his hair behind his ear, she continued, "We can go as slow as you want. Just tell me if you wanna stop and we'll stop." she gave him a small smile and he waited a beat before kissing her again. While this wasn't exactly how he thought it would happen, the idea of being with Q was one that felt right to him.

He let her lead, never wanting to overstep any lines that he wasn't aware were there. She moved his hands where she wanted them: on her thigh and hip. She encouraged him to do what felt right to him. He remembered Bucky saying that a woman wanted to feel special and appreciated in bedroom. Not that he was ever sure how far Bucky ever got with some of the ladies he walked home, but he still took the advice. He took his time, slowed down his kisses and tried to relish in the moment. He wanted her to feel special and appreciated.

His mouth trailed down to her neck, softly kissing the sensitive skin there and hearing her let out a sigh at the sensation. While he kissed and sucked against the skin, his hand moved up from her hip to her chest, resting right under her breast. She wrapped her hand around his, lifted it off her chest and then set it on top of her breast, silently telling him it was okay. He gently started to squeeze and massage it over her shirt, not wanting to apply too much pressure to hurt her.

Her legs wrapped around his, bare foot rubbing up against his calf. She rolled her hips up and her skirt brushed against his jeans. Her hands moved to strip him of his jacket and shirt, making him pull back from her so he could toss the articles of clothing aside. Biting her lip, Q reached forward to softly trail her hands around his chest. He had a dusting of blonde hair over his chest, but he was all flowing muscles and taut edges, that slim waist leading up to those wide shoulders. Just thinking about all that he could do with those muscles, made goosebumps appear on her skin - just as some appeared on his after her hands touched his skin.

"You been working out?" she teased, that Brooklyn accent slipping out as she looked up at him with a grin.

"Only every day." he responded, making her laugh a little. She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him back so she could kiss him. Her kiss turned fervent, filled with need and he kissed her back - silently telling her he understood.

Scooting down, she laid down against the pillows and his hands skated around her clothed chest. His mouth trailed kisses from her lips down to her chin then down her throat, stopping right where she kept her shirt unbuttoned. She could feel his fingers playing with the bottom buttons of her shirt, but he didn't go any further.