[ It might be a one-night stand, but he's tuned in to how different from the sex he usually gets this is. He's not going to go at it with half-measures like he might sometimes in one of Ceres's brothels, and this is easy. This is barely effort, to think about her, to feel her arch against him as she comes again, bringing him suddenly a lot closer himself.
He pulls back a tiny bit as he starts moving in earnest, fucking Clara hard and fast, now, with a view towards a goal. Still, as he gets closer to his own orgasm, he grabs one of her hands and places it on his chest, above his heart. She seemed to want to feel it. ]
[Her palm presses close right over his heart, like she's trying to memorize it, feeling how it falls in and out of line with the rocking of his hips. Even with her own arousal sated and finished, her stomach thrills at the familiar motion, the unmistakable push and pull, the dirty rhythm of human intimacy. It all seems to spell out: In this moment, you are not alone.
She presses her lips to the side of Amos' throat, and holds onto his heartbeat for as long as he'll let her.]
[ There are times where Amos can't stand having hands on him. Where being touched feels wrong, and makes him lash out. And then there are times where he craves it, the intimacy, especially when it's not accompanied by the heaviness of feelings, no pain, no hurt, no nothing. Just pleasure, a connection that is there to last for a moment, and just that.
Amos stays close, one hand over Clara's, the other at her hip, keeping her in place as he thrusts into her, faster and faster, groans getting louder with each of his breaths, heartrate picking up until - until he freezes, muscles tensing as he comes, a gut punch feeling that spreads throughout his limbs, breath caught in his throat for a moment. He lets out another noise, low and from the back of his throat, rolling his hips a couple more times as he comes, probably crushing Clara a little under his weight. ]
[Clara soothes her free hand over his back, into his hair, easing through each jolt and shudder, until he falls still against her chest. One pounding heart, one pair of panting lungs, one sweat-slick body between the two of them. She holds close, trying to share the afterglow, trying to feel everything she can.]
... Jesus, you're heavy. [At least for a few moments. She laughs, and uses the hand over his heart to try to roll them over.]
[ She's given him enough time that he rolls over easily, pulling her on top of him as he does. He'll be on his way soon, but right now, he's going to spend a minute to enjoy the afterglow. ]
[ He can't fall asleep - not here. He gives it a few more moments, allowing his heartrate to get back to normal, allowing his skin to cool a little, before he gently extricates himself from Clara's embrace, sitting up and grabbing his jumpsuit from the floor. ]
[ He pulls his jumpsuit back on, zipping it up before grabbing his shirt and stuffing some of it in his pocket, letting half of it dangle at his side.
He turns back around, leaning over to where Clara is still mostly lying down, and kisses her, long and slow. When he pulls back, he smacks the outside of her thigh lightly. ]
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He pulls back a tiny bit as he starts moving in earnest, fucking Clara hard and fast, now, with a view towards a goal. Still, as he gets closer to his own orgasm, he grabs one of her hands and places it on his chest, above his heart. She seemed to want to feel it. ]
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She presses her lips to the side of Amos' throat, and holds onto his heartbeat for as long as he'll let her.]
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Amos stays close, one hand over Clara's, the other at her hip, keeping her in place as he thrusts into her, faster and faster, groans getting louder with each of his breaths, heartrate picking up until - until he freezes, muscles tensing as he comes, a gut punch feeling that spreads throughout his limbs, breath caught in his throat for a moment. He lets out another noise, low and from the back of his throat, rolling his hips a couple more times as he comes, probably crushing Clara a little under his weight. ]
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... Jesus, you're heavy. [At least for a few moments. She laughs, and uses the hand over his heart to try to roll them over.]
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Wager I'm what? 2, 3 times your weight?
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Probably. [One hand combs through his damp hair.] I’ll try not to suffocate you.
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[ He can't fall asleep - not here. He gives it a few more moments, allowing his heartrate to get back to normal, allowing his skin to cool a little, before he gently extricates himself from Clara's embrace, sitting up and grabbing his jumpsuit from the floor. ]
I'll get going.
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Don't be a stranger.
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He turns back around, leaning over to where Clara is still mostly lying down, and kisses her, long and slow. When he pulls back, he smacks the outside of her thigh lightly. ]
Won't be. Thanks for the entertainment, Clara.
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You’re very welcome.