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[drags his tongue flat along her slit, circling the tip around her clit and then dipping down to tease at her entrance, his hands holding her legs up and apart]

[ how the fuck did i write "sheets" where i mean "seats" in the prev tag

but her toes curl, next to him, and one of her hands finds its way to comb into his hair as she moans in long-awaited gratification. ]

[he's always so tempted to tease shrike until she can't stand it but that doesn't seem to be on his agenda this time, licking her firmly and then sliding his tongue into her just a bit, just to see if he can]

[ she braces her arms against the seats, rolling her hips up and against him, a needy whine in the back of her throat. ]

Fuck, please—

[draws his mouth off for a moment to catch his breath, and slides two fingers inside her in the meantime, pressing in slow but insistent]

Ah—

[ she cuts off, bucking her hips against his fingers, that whine developing into a breathless moan. she can't seem to catch her breath at all. ]

[licks his lips and leans down again quickly, taking her clit between his lips and sucking on it as his fingers press in deep and curl inside her. he alternates between sucking and tracing his tongue over her clit, while his fingers rock back and forth]

[ her fingers curl tighter in his hair, to the point where they tug a little; she's panting heavily, gasping, one arm thrown over her eyes to shade them. ]

You're—that's so—

[he hums, almost like a purr, and curls his fingers deep in her as he catches his breath again]

Come for me, beautiful.

[ and she does, tensing and clenching around his fingers and letting out a throaty, broken moan, legs splayed as far apart as she can manage, one heel hooked around him and pressing into his back.

eventually, her breathing starts to even out; her fingers loosen in his hair, relaxing into bonelessness. ]

[when she starts to relax, he'll slowly let his fingers slip out of her, giving her clit one last soft kiss before lifting his head and catching his breath.

he stays where he is, looking her over, at the way her chest moves, the way her hair clings to her, and smiles]