A Lift Home

[madaboutit]

[From here.]

He doesn't answer, but he does twist so she's the one facing the button. Sweeney does his best to be patient, reminding himself this is so much better than having to climb all those fucking stairs.

Luckily, someone had come down recently, and there's a prompt chime before the doors open. Stepping inside, he doesn't turn around, just watches the back wall of the environment that's new to him, leaving her near the row of buttons next to the door. Sweeney twists his head to murmur against her thigh that blocks his range of motion.

"You got that one too?"

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[stemtypeoflady]

"Yup!" she chirps back, popping the 'p'. Darcy jabs her finger to her floor. There's a moment of pause before the elevator starts ascending. They're lucky. It doesn't stop for anyone, going straight to her floor. It dings then the doors slide open for them.

"Onward!" she encourages with a little wiggle. She throws in a nice little pat to his ass too.

[madaboutit]

Her light smack is answered with a faint snort of amusement. Sweeney gets them down the hall in short order. He comes to a stop outside her door, then lowers his hand so he can present it, palm up, behind him.

"Key?"

He's ready to take if from her and get them inside.

[stemtypeoflady]

"It's in my back pocket. You're welcome to look for it," she grins. To his offered hand, she gives it a little squeeze. She feels a bit of a head rush thanks to being upside down like this. She wiggles her ass a little on his shoulder.

"Make sure you're thorough," she adds slyly.

[madaboutit]

When she starts wiggling, his hand raises to her hip again to insure she doesn't slide off. It's not really necessary; it wasn't that big of a squirm; but it gives him a chance to give her ass a pat before he goes looking for the key. Sweeney makes sure to oversell it, if only for a second.

"Ya sure it's in here?"

The answer isn't required before he takes it out and sees it fitted in the lock. He heads in, mindful of all of her body parts that make for awkward angles, and once in, he pushes the door shut with his other hand, turning the lock.

Nonchalantly, he heads towards the bedroom with the intent to plop her onto the bed, like a sack of flour being stacked.

[stemtypeoflady]

She laughs at his gentle pat and the sweet way that he ensure that she doesn't fall off of him. His hand also lingers in search of the key, hamming it up, until he finds it. She's relieved when they're finally inside of her home. It only takes a few long strides before she's in her bedroom.

She bounces on the bed and grins up at him. There's a head rush now that she's right side up. She rests back on her elbows as she looks at him.

"Well, here we are. You've stolen me away," she jokes.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney swaggers the few remaining steps to the foot of the bed and slides his jacket off, leaving his shirt still buttoned beneath it. He casts the denim aside carelessly, his eyes never leaving hers as he presses his knee onto the edge of the bed. He's more cheeky than hungry. A dimple sinks deep when he presents himself, palms facing her.

"An' I seem ta remember the arrangement bein' that I'd let ya peek at whate'er ya like."

This is her want, so it's her rodeo.

[stemtypeoflady]

"Take off your clothes. Slowly," she orders with a touch of playful authority in her tone. She's practically lounging on the bed, feeling like an indulgent queen. She smiles prettily at him. She's going to take her time and enjoy this, just like he's done to her.

"Start with your shirt," she tells him. In the meantime, she's already working off her clothes. She's slowly peeling off the layers because she feels too hot otherwise.

[madaboutit]

An eyebrow arches, and he touches the tip of his tongue to an eye tooth, as if intrigued by the request. Sweeney's hands lift to work the first button free, then slide to the next, only to linger there.

"How slow is 'slowly'?" Devious to the core, he clearly just wants to make sure he's living up to her expectations. Clearly.

[stemtypeoflady]

"Give me a show," she purrs. She's tossing her clothes this way and that without any of the finesse she's demanding of him. Darcy feels so much better once she's bare and nude upon her bed. She shifts back to recline against the pillows. Her fingertips brush idly up and down her belly as she watches him.

She can give him a show too.

[madaboutit]

Each button is loosened in turn, and by the time he's halfway up, Sweeney's leaned more weight into the bed. When he finally finishes with the buttons, he takes his time sliding the shirt of his shoulders and tosses it carelessly behind him. Task done, the other knee finds its way onto the bed, and he crawls up enough to straddle her knees.

His eyes remain fixed and unblinking as he slides each of his braces off in turn. Pausing his efforts, he lowers his face that he might run a warm line up her abdomen with the tip of his tongue. Sweeney sits back on his heels and peels the tank off over his head. Casting it away carelessly, be bends forward to hands and knees, hovering over her as he moves up further. He stops where he straddles her waist, looking down at her. His voice is gravel wrapped in silk.

"The buttons are yers." To unfasten. The row is presented with easy access, and with the swell of the fabric, it's clear he's plenty eager underneath, not undergarments to restrict him.

[stemtypeoflady]

She's surprised at how suddenly hot and electric charged it becomes when he starts undressing for her. It's due, in large part, to his intense gaze as he looks at her. She feels like she's caught in it. Her eyes alternate between that catching gaze and the way he's slowly removing his clothes bit by bit. He's sexy as sin, and he absolutely knows it. He looms over her, something she deeply enjoys. She wants to be overwhelmed by him. She groans at the warm velvet heat of his tongue along her body. She longs to feel it all over her.

"All mine? What a treat," she teases though her voice is thick with desire. Her fingertips run along his chest to trace the planes of his body. He's straddling her, so she can't wrap her legs around him like she's craving to do.

Her hands drifts further down to tease along the growing bulge before she finally undos the buttons, one by one. Darcy holds his gaze as she does so.

[madaboutit]

He does his best to stay still and steady while she takes her turn at torment, but it would be a lie to say he manages it without any falter. Sweeney's forced to press his lips to prevent himself from rocking into her hands. Even then, his body twitches, aching for her to finish the task and get her soft skin on his warm.

With her particular vantage point, the shallowing of his breath is blatantly obvious. Sweeney has to lick his lip and swallow to give himself enough focus to fight it. It leaves him imbalanced between the quick, slight breaths and slow deep ones. Fuck, he hates waiting.

The intensity of his gaze remains locked on hers, but the rest of his expression flickers in echoes of want and struggle. When she loosens the last button, he can't stop his hips from urging towards her, chasing greater pressure.

[stemtypeoflady]

She's utterly pleased with the way he's needy for her. He's built her up to the edge like this before and played with her. Now she's getting her just desserts. The moment she frees him, he's rocking against her for more. She takes pity on him and wraps her soft hand around his length and slowly strokes him.

She needs more for a better glide, so she sits up and bows her head. Her tongue drags along his cock in broad stripes. She traces along the vein at his underside and swirls her tongue around the head. Her hand moves easier along him then.

"I wonder how much inches I can swallow," she teases.

[madaboutit]

Sweet fuck.

She only has the first lick done, and he has to lean forward to brace himself on the headboard. His fingers coil tighter with each one that follows it.

"Only one way ta find out," he notes, his breath a little too shallow to pass as unaffected. She has him aching, and the thought of being wrapped in something warm and wet has him eager for her to run some scientific measurements.