"No," she said, evenly - oh, fuck's sake, who was she kidding: it did not come out even.
Matt shuddered, arching just a little. His nipples were hard, and what kind of - what kind of crime-fighting costume let you see if a man's nipples were hard?
This was bad, she thought, but it was hard to focus when she knew that at this point, as worked up as he was, she could slide the shirt up over his head and rake her nails down his chest and ribs, and if she did that just right he might come from that, or if she was feeling mean she might scratch him up until he was whining and sling her leg over his face and stay there for one or two grinding orgasms, or -
"Fuck," she said. "Um. OK. Yeah. No. Matt," and he turned toward her like a flower to the sun, a hot flush up on his cheekbones, "I changed my mind, I think we should call your friend Foggy, okay?"
(they have to take matt's clothes off! to avoid hypothermia, obviously! and then they get distracted for a minute before calling in reinforcements, so. uh.)
The man on the other end of the line burst into bright, uncomplicated laughter; Matt grinned and thrust harder. Claire bit her own lip hard, because he was gorgeous, and so she was breathless and stinging when Foggy, apparently, said to someone else:
"OK, apparently Matt is having a sex emergency at Nurse Claire's place, this is amazing, this is the day I'm going to celebrate all of my birthdays from here on out, I'm never letting him live this down -"
and Claire heard a woman's voice, younger, laughing, who also sounded drunk and faint: "...what is even a sex emergency?"
"I don't even know, c'mon, let's go pick him up and put him to bed - hey, nurse? Claire? We'll come get him, don't worry - whoah," and he stopped, suddenly. "Are you okay?"
At which point Claire realized that she'd been panting, breathless and happy, into the phone, and she might have - a little bit - started moaning with it, just because it felt good to make noise, and it felt good to tip her head back, and it felt good to get one leg up - oh! that change in the angle was perfect, fuck - over Matt's shoulder and claw at his back: she felt herself slick against his cock, he had the best - prettiest - "Harder," she said, and Matt laughed breathlessly.
"Hurry up, Foggy," he said, " - oh! and Karen, I - doesn't she sound amazing? but when you smell her it's going to - to - Foggy, she sounds so good but I miss hearing your sex noises, I forgot about that until tonight, you should - you should hurry up" - putting his weight into the last stroke and snapping his hips with the kind of twist that made Claire's toes curl.
"Matt," the phone said, sharp and concerned, which was ridiculous, really, and Claire would've told him not to worry, she was a medical professional, but she was busy pulling Matt down and biting at his neck because if she did that he'd whine and - oh! his hips stuttered, and that was really good, so she did it again - and then if she pulled his hair he yowled and shoved hard enough to slide them both across the bed, and the blanket rubbing against her bare shoulders was just enough to tip her over for the second time -
(...i probably need jesus. op: i promise i did not forget the prompt, it just turns out i wanted to write some more claire & matt doin' the do.)
Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (more?)
Matt shuddered, arching just a little. His nipples were hard, and what kind of - what kind of crime-fighting costume let you see if a man's nipples were hard?
This was bad, she thought, but it was hard to focus when she knew that at this point, as worked up as he was, she could slide the shirt up over his head and rake her nails down his chest and ribs, and if she did that just right he might come from that, or if she was feeling mean she might scratch him up until he was whining and sling her leg over his face and stay there for one or two grinding orgasms, or -
"Fuck," she said. "Um. OK. Yeah. No. Matt," and he turned toward her like a flower to the sun, a hot flush up on his cheekbones, "I changed my mind, I think we should call your friend Foggy, okay?"
(they have to take matt's clothes off! to avoid hypothermia, obviously! and then they get distracted for a minute before calling in reinforcements, so. uh.)
The man on the other end of the line burst into bright, uncomplicated laughter; Matt grinned and thrust harder. Claire bit her own lip hard, because he was gorgeous, and so she was breathless and stinging when Foggy, apparently, said to someone else:
"OK, apparently Matt is having a sex emergency at Nurse Claire's place, this is amazing, this is the day I'm going to celebrate all of my birthdays from here on out, I'm never letting him live this down -"
and Claire heard a woman's voice, younger, laughing, who also sounded drunk and faint: "...what is even a sex emergency?"
"I don't even know, c'mon, let's go pick him up and put him to bed - hey, nurse? Claire? We'll come get him, don't worry - whoah," and he stopped, suddenly. "Are you okay?"
At which point Claire realized that she'd been panting, breathless and happy, into the phone, and she might have - a little bit - started moaning with it, just because it felt good to make noise, and it felt good to tip her head back, and it felt good to get one leg up - oh! that change in the angle was perfect, fuck - over Matt's shoulder and claw at his back: she felt herself slick against his cock, he had the best - prettiest - "Harder," she said, and Matt laughed breathlessly.
"Hurry up, Foggy," he said, " - oh! and Karen, I - doesn't she sound amazing? but when you smell her it's going to - to - Foggy, she sounds so good but I miss hearing your sex noises, I forgot about that until tonight, you should - you should hurry up" - putting his weight into the last stroke and snapping his hips with the kind of twist that made Claire's toes curl.
"Matt," the phone said, sharp and concerned, which was ridiculous, really, and Claire would've told him not to worry, she was a medical professional, but she was busy pulling Matt down and biting at his neck because if she did that he'd whine and - oh! his hips stuttered, and that was really good, so she did it again - and then if she pulled his hair he yowled and shoved hard enough to slide them both across the bed, and the blanket rubbing against her bare shoulders was just enough to tip her over for the second time -
(...i probably need jesus. op: i promise i did not forget the prompt, it just turns out i wanted to write some more claire & matt doin' the do.)