embarkation | open smut/fluff post;

His arms wrapped around her weighted her into him and Chloe dropped her head back, moaning even as his tongue skated around the sensitive flesh of her nipple. Her fingers gripped his hair, her body bearing down around Seth's as his movements quickened beneath her, harder, with desperation, her fingers moving in time with their bodies to coax her closer and closer to release.

It was better than thinking about his response... As long as he can. As long as he can before the real world drags him away, before the bubble they erected to keep the reality of what this is out collapses around them. As long as he can before what he is comes calling again and there isn't enough of what they are together to change that. It's better not to think about it, to instead concentrate on how thick his voice sounds when he speaks and how his body moves so perfectly in time with hers. Chloe dropped her head forward again, the brush of her hair gentle against her bare shoulders and she pulled his head back from her chest so she could look at him, her lips pressing against his again as she quickened her movements to drive them faster to climax.

Thoughts beyond that room were impossible. This was all that mattered. The slick feel of her around him, the heat of her skin against his. Holding her close, tasting the salt on Chloe's skin and Seth's senses felt overwhelmed, his skin too tight and hot and his breath quick enough for him to be panting.

Groaning as she pulled him away from her flesh, the sound turning softer as her mouth claimed his and he leaned up and into the kiss. Not even really conscious of his movements, the way his hips snapped, how he bucked up against her. Just reveling in the sensation even as his body tensed, moaning her name against her mouth as he came.

Whatever thoughts remained of the future and the life outside the safety of her apartment vanished completely as their lips met, their tongues mingling with gentle warmth, and every part of Chloe, body and mind, were claimed by him. She could feel the heat coursing through her body as she crested her peak, that point of no return where she hadn't quite reached her climax but could no longer fend it off. She pressed her fingers harder against herself, her hips working in tandem with his, all thoughts of taking her time swallowed completely by feral, wanton need.

She can feel his entire body stiffen beneath her, her name ghosting against her lips as he comes beneath her. Chloe doesn't fight it anymore and lets herself fall with him, the sudden and unexpected passion and tenderness between them making way for her to come harder than she remembers having in a long, long time.

"Seth," she breathes, the only word she can form as her teeth catch his bottom lip, her body shuttering and clenching around him.

This was why he returned, and Seth realized it in that moment. He had gotten a glimpse of this in that single night, and it was all he could think of in the interim. Of how she tasted, the ghost of her on his lips every time he closed his eyes. The heat of her skin missed, leaving him cold and shivering as he woke from dreams that only made him think about how good she felt. All of it, the very ghost of their night together, haunted him until he'd had no choice but to return.

To return to this. Holding her, clinging to her as if his life depended on it. Arms tight around her as his mouth sought hers in every moment as if the kisses, the press of her teeth, they could still words he wasn't even sure how to vocalize. He couldn't find the words, but he could show her.

Panting softly, as he held her to him, needing this more than he could ever imagine having words to express it. So he held her close, trying to steady the beating of his heart.

She clung to him, too, her fingers grasping his shoulders as she pressed her eyes closed, trying to ground herself back into reality. Her body felt abnormally hot and her heartbeat still pounded in her ears, but she felt strangely serene in his embrace. Chloe let out a slow breath and brushed her nose tenderly across his as a gently smile spread across her face.

"Seth..." she whispered, although she wasn't sure what she meant to follow it with. There wasn't really much left to say now that their bodies has stolen all the words. Instead she settled for brushing her fingers through his hair and pressing her lips to his gently.

"You want that drink now?"

His hands ached to cling, to pull her closer, to try desperately to hold on physically to what scared him emotionally to want as much as he did in that moment.

Stroking his fingers over her back, his hands trembling still as he sought solace to the tide of affection that rode over him in the wake of lust.

Sighing softly at the sound of his name, some tiny part of his mind worrying for the worst now that they might find their way to sanity beyond carnal needs. Yet that question made him chuckle, lightly dragging his nails along her spine.

"You know, that isn't a bad idea," he murmured. "Course, it means letting you go and not sure about that."

His nails against her skin elicit another moan and Chloe's head drops back, her eyes fluttering shut again as she enjoys the feel of him encompassing her. This isn't usually her style; Chloe generally thinks things through so carefully, watching her step and weighing the outcomes, avoiding the side-effects of being spontaneous. All of this is so new to her, and she's not used to grounding herself in the moment and reminding herself that its all temporary. That way of thinking has never been second nature to her.

That said, it's also nice to not be alone for a while.

"What if I promise I'll come back?" She smiles and brushes the back of her hand over his cheek. "We might be more comfortable in the bedroom, anyway."

Something inside Seth twists. Perhaps at his own words. Maybe with hers. He's not sure which, but all of this is uncertain and new for him. Wanting to spend time, lingering even in those moments. Especially in telling her the truth, that he doesn't want her to move away, and he feels almost as if he's trembling within, even if his hands are steady where they rest against her skin.

"Well, maybe if you promise," he murmurs, leaning into her touch. "And you maaay have a good idea there." Allowing that with a small smile, gazing up at her, content and feeling emotions he's not even sure how to identify.

Chloe stares down at him and puffs out a small breath. She doesn't really want to move, as if she is worried pulling her body away from him will make him evaporate, but her knees are starting to hurt and she is, legitimately, thirsty.

"Come on," she says, finally pushing herself off of him. "I'll get the drinks. You get in bed."

By the time she meets up with him in the bedroom, armed with a glass of wine in one hand and a glass of water in the other, her bearings are mostly back. She takes a sip of the wine before passing the glass to him and setting the other water glass on the table, just in case they need to actually hydrate at some point, and then slips into the bed next to him. It takes her a moment to settle into him, curving her naked body against his and burying her nose into his shoulder.

"So..." she says, unable to stop herself. "Where have you been all this time?"

His hands don't move away from her until she stands up. Just slowly letting the pads of his fingers drag along her skin as if savoring what could be the last touch he has.

Rising with a groan, kicking his clothes to one side as the best effort he's making in cleaning things up for now and pads towards the back of her place.

When she comes to the door, he's laid out on the left side of the bed, the blankets pulled back in case and looking at home and comfortable for a naked criminal in a cop's bed.

Taking the glass, enjoying a sip of it as he settled back against the headboard, arm out to invite her into the crook of his arm.

"Wait, wait, afterglow and contentment," he complained with a soft whine, though he's smiling. "Literally I've mostly been in Texas, taking care of a few things. Ditched my brother there, so eventually my phone may start ringing. Or would if I hadn't turned it off."

Which might well say something about how much he wants to be here with her.

"Eventually he may sniff me out. Or until you throw me out and maybe I'll call him then."

It is a neat sidestep of details about what he's been up to but not closing off from her either.

Chloe knows well enough not to push too hard. It's something she's good at; she's smart, after all, and she can make sense of most situations pretty easily with minimal information. It's part of what makes her a good cop.

It's also part of what causes most of her interpersonal problems. She knows how to keep digging, but she also knows full well when to stop before she finds something she doesn't want to. If she doesn't find it, well, then she doesn't have to deal with it.

"I guess we'll see if I get sick of you before your brother gets fed up with doing things without you."

Things. It's waved off vaguely, but knowingly.

"You drove all the way out here from Texas? Just to see me?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's a voice pointing out to him that this is nuts. Attachment to anyone is a bad idea. Attachment to a cop is suicide.

Yet there he is, moving in closer to nuzzle at her shoulder lightly as he smiles.

"Well, that and annoying Richie. We can blame him." Because stupid humor is better than facing the truth. That he wanted to see her that badly. Of course, he has given her not only his name, but his brother as well, which would give her all she needed to know to track down their story.

And he'd given that to her, trusting her with it. Which scares the hell out of him, if he's honest.

Chloe curls into him, taking his hand and weaving their fingers together. Never in her life has she done something that is so completely not her and yet, feels so completely right. The idea scares her, too, largely because she's not sure if she knows how to do casual sex with someone she might never see again. Of course, she thought that about him the first time, and yet, here they are.

"He's not here to defend himself so that seems unfair," she teases. "I hope he gives it some time until he tracks you down. He can share you a little."

They both know he needs to gone before Trixie comes back, anyway; Chloe would never risk introducing her daughter to whatever was happening here. The casual sex, not to mention whatever it is that Seth does that she doesn't want to really know about. Still, she squeezes his hand gently, an assurance that whatever he tells her won't be used against him.

That was definitely a welcome touch, enjoying the way she feels against him, the intimacy of holding hands as they were. He has never shared anything like this with another, and enjoying the sensation of it. All of it. Being here with her, and how nice it feels being close to her. In so many ways.

"If you're going to play fair, I'm not sure I can work with that," he chuckles, giving her hand a squeeze. "But I'm sure we've got some time. May even make it until you need me to make myself scarce," he admits, showing what he is hoping for, at least. "If he shows up before then, just lie. If you can," he teases.

"Hey, I can lie," she says, unconvincingly. Chloe is a far better actress than she gives herself credit, and she can sell herself undercover in a pinch, but he is right about lying. It's not something she likes to do. She suspects the same isn't true for him, though, but she's not going to put too much thought into it. Having him here, in her room, in her bed, kissing him and holding him... That's something.

Actually trusting him is a whole other can of worms she has no interest in wedging open.

"I'll tell him you, I don't know, went off to the store for some bread, or that you wanted to sight see in Hollywood. That'll keep him busy for a while."

He can't help but to laugh, because she isn't even good with that lie. Of course that may be because he's such an experienced liar, he knows what to look for.

Trust is something that Seth is not good with. That he is there though, for him, is a lot of trust he rarely gives to others. He's giving it to her now, and he knows it's a huge step. Even if it doesn't seem that big of a deal. At least to others.

Again he laughs, tugging at her hand to pull her to him and give her another kiss. "You're delightful. I'll give you that." Mostly because he can imagine Richie's face if someone told him something like that.

"People have called me a lot of things, but I don't think I've ever heard delightful."

If anything, Chloe always considered herself fairly uninteresting. She's not even really sure what magnetized Seth to her in the first place. The fact that he came back for her, that he even gave thought to her after their previous hook up, is still something she's having trouble wrapping her mind around.

"In that case, if he shows up, I can just shoot him."

Seth mockingly gasps at that, eyes going wide. "You? You Detective Decker, you would shoot a dangerous and hardened criminal in your own house?"

He tries hard to hold the expression, suddenly grinning because he can't just keep that look.

"See, this is why I like you," he admits, smirking. And not because he entirely thinks she's joking. He's pretty sure she is, but if she's not. So be it. "Just miss any vital organs, okay?"

open smut/fluff post;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject