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Transferrable Skills Part 10

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

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CW: Explicit vaginal sex, no barrier use, overstimulation, consent checks

Notes: This is officially the last chapter! Thank you so much for walking with me through this project. I've loved it and I appreciate everyone who has said a single kind word about my writing this last year and change.

This kiss is more of what you’ve expected all night, passionate and a little bit sloppy. You catch his lips with yours, when he lets you, and trace the scars on his shoulders with gentle fingers. You’re rewarded when he groans and hikes one of your legs up over his hip, rolling his body into yours and making you see stars.

Simon’s voice, when he pulls away, is pure gravel. “C’n just cuddle, if tha’s what you want. But ‘d like to fuck you.”

“Green,” you breathe against his cheek, chasing his lips.

He grins and lets you catch him, and his soft laughter shakes your bodies together. Like this, Simon fills all of your senses. You’re still soft and warm from your orgasms, and it’s so easy to mold yourself around him, let his weight sink into you. He has you all over his face, and your mouth still tastes a little like him. The warm space between you smells like sex. He sounds like sex, the way he groans he uses his free hand to tilt your head where he wants it.

You gasp when he grinds against you. Everything is hot and wet, a perfect, slick slide. “Oh!”

“Fuck,” he growls into your mouth. He shoves his arm under your hips and hikes you into his body more firmly. “Fuck, Bambi, lovie, we gotta slow down or this is gonna go fast.”

“Yes,” you whimper between kisses, chasing his lips with yours. “Green, yes, please, I want-”

And Simon, bless him, doesn’t tease or make you wait. He just reaches down and lines himself up against where you’re ready for him. Still, it’s a shock when he pushes in. He’s careful with you, but even as soft and open as you are, he’s so thick that you have to gasp. The arm you have around his back squeezes him close.

“Easy,” he grunts, breath hot against the side of your face as he takes your hand in his. “Slow and easy - fuck.”

The noise that comes out of you when he sinks into you - a moan, a yelp, a giggle, all rolled into one - is loud. If you cared, you’d be worried about a noise complaint. As it is, your hips jump up against his, startling a smaller sound out of your lungs as he slides even deeper. Everything in you is focused on how he feels on you - in you. He’s overwhelming, and hasn’t even sunk all the way inside yet.

“Simon,” you whisper into the side of his throat. He groans again, letting go of your hand to take a tight hold of your hip. “Si-Simon, please move.”

“Give me one bloody minute,” he chuckles into your temple. “Settle, Bambi, fuck. Don’t got another one in me after this.”

That startles a laugh out of you, making him grab at you again with a warning noise. You try to contain your giggles as you coax yourself to relax, try to set your hips like you had during your stretches. He moves with you, and you both gasp as he slides out of you, just a touch.

“Testin’ my limits,” Simon growls. His hands feel like brands where he’s holding you steady. “’S harder to keep myself locked down when you’re actually here.”

“Yeah,” you agree, kissing his shoulder. “Green.” When he makes an amused sound, you grin. “Green, Simon, you can move. Please, I want it.”

“I know,” he rumbles back. He shifts his hips again and sucks a sharp breath. “Fuck, I know, Bambi, you’re doin’ so good, askin’ so nice. But I want this to be good for you. Want to make it last, huh? Might be the only time, w-want you to enjoy it.”

“Then you should fuck me,” you point out.

His laugh is pained. “Want to.”

“Color?”

He huffs again. “Gree- fuck!”

You rock your hips up at the same time that you tighten your leg aground his hips. Neither of you seem to be ready for how deep he goes, the way you both jerk involuntarily into each other. The sensation of him grinding into your clit from inside and out startles a yelp from you. But that’s nothing compared to his first real thrust. You only have a split second to feel the strength in his suddenly tense muscles before he pulls away and shoves into you.

The breath is knocked from your lungs in a strangled squeak. There’s no time to get it back before he’s folding you up and slamming into you again. Again. Again. You have to clench your jaw to keep your teeth from rattling together, can’t stop the way you try to squirm away from the pleasure-pain of the stretch. The arm he still has under your back moves, shifting until he can hook a hand over your shoulder.

“Where’re y’goin’, pretty girl?” Simon grunts into your cheek. “Thought you wan’ed me t’stretch you out, wanted me t’fuck you. You like it?”

“Yes,” you squeal, breath almost gone, a shiver zipping down your spine just to shoot right back up as he grinds deep. “Yes, yes, please, yes, green, please-”

“Please what, pretty girl? More?”

“Yes, yes, yes-”

“C’n ‘ave it,” he grunts, and somehow his thrusts get rougher. “C’n ‘ave whatever you want when you ask nice, ain’t that right?”

“Simon!”

“Fuck, you sound so good.”

“Si-imon,” you gasp again. It’s hard to grab at him, you’re so overwhelmed, and both of you are slick with sweat. All you can do is slip against him, bringing both of your legs up to wrap around his middle, just to slide right back down again as he somehow forces himself further into you.

It takes a long time to realize that he’s still talking, that he’s grunting and growling praise and encouragement as he crushes you with pleasure. There’s no way for you to respond, if you could even understand the words in the first place, but he doesn’t seem to care. Every noise you make, every time you squirm, he coos at you as he forces you back into position.

The orgasm doesn’t creep up on you. It builds at the edge of your awareness with an intensity that is almost terrifying. It’s not just the way he makes room for himself inside of you. It’s the heat and intensity of his hands on you. It’s the sounds of his pleasure, the rough gravel of his voice, the slap of his skin against yours, the creaking of the bed beneath you. The way your entire world moves with him. It’s the burning in your legs, your arms, your lungs. Everything inches you closer to the precipice, no matter how you instinctively try to escape it.

“That’s it,” Simon pants into your skin as you claw at his shoulders. He’s so deep it almost hurts and hikes your leg up to keep you where he wants you. “Fuck, Bambi, that’s it, pretty girl. Don’t fight it. Don’t keep it from me, c’mon.”

You shake your head, uselessly. His body and yours put pressure on your clit just right, sweet agony that you have to struggle against. When you shift away, try to bring your body back to something you can hold in place, you’re drawn farther out of control.

You have to blink tears away as you stutter out, “I-I’m gon-na-!”

“You are,” Simon agrees, commands. “You are. Give it to me.”

There’s no time to brace yourself. The climax starts as a shiver through your legs, then tears through you so forcefully that all you can do is sob. No matter how much you try to shut yourself away, Simon holds you open to it. Whatever sound he makes as your whole body locks up on and around him is drowned out by the low moan that forces its way from your lips. And then you’re sobbing again as the pleasure crests a second time.

“Fuck*, fuck*, tha’s it, ‘s my sweet girl, tha’s it, fuck-!”

His breath hisses from between his teeth. Your legs lock with his before you’re even aware that his hips had started stuttering away from yours. And then he’s shoving one of your thighs up and out so he can stuff himself back into your spasming heat as he comes. It’s all consuming, like everything else about him, the way you can feel him twitching and jerking inside of you. All you can do is shake through another wave when he lifts his head to look into your eyes. The way he glares at you makes you surge up for a kiss, too frantic for much more than pressing your open mouth to his as you moan.

Slowly, you both make it something softer, more deliberate. You realize how quiet he is only when a groan shivers its way out of him. He’s panting. You both are. When you let your head drop back to the pillow, it’s hard to make your eyes focus enough to meet his again.

You giggle. “Okay. Now we can cuddle.”

His laugh is more of a wheeze. “C’n maybe do that.”

It takes a few moments before you can find your limbs, and even more before you can make them move. The feeling of him dragging his way out of you makes you whine, and Simon makes a wounded noise into your hair. He’s gentle as he guides your legs back down, rubs slow circles with his thumbs over your thighs before he collapses to one side with a satisfied grunt.

“This was nice,” you say into the dark.

You’re cuddled up, now, for real, after letting him wipe you down with a warm cloth. Now, you ache, but in a good way. Your legs and hips and back feel like you’ve had one of the best workouts of your life. You’re definitely going to have to take it easy tomorrow, but it’s worth it.

Simon, lying on his back with one arm holding you, hums. “’S pro’lly the best op ‘ve ever been on. Top three, for sure.”

“Oh my god,” you slap at his chest and giggle.

“Tell me your conferences are usually more interestin’,” he chuckles. “Bet you’ve never had a better end to the event. Tell me ‘m wrong.”

“I was held hostage!”

“An’ we still managed to turn the night around.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. You’re both quiet for a little while, but you’re too relaxed for the silence to be anything other than comfortable. Still, you can’t resist the urge to ask, “What happens now? Or... tomorrow, I guess.”

“Tomorrow... we’ve probably got a lot of shite to straighten out.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes your fingers. “Debrief f’me, a couple of interviews f’you. C’n ask the captain to extend my stay until your flight ‘ome, if you don’t mind sharin’ a room wi’me for the next few days.”

“Of course.” You smile up at him. “That sounds... really nice, actually. ...But when I leave... things will be different. Between us, I mean.”

“Tha’s true.”

Maybe your body is still coasting on orgasms, but his unbothered response has you melting against his chest again. “Maybe we can meet up again. Without the terrorism.”

“’M sure I c’n find another way to keep things excitin’.”

“I could come see you in England,” you speculate aloud, interrupted by a jaw cracking yawn. “Or you could come to me. Or... I guess we could meet anywhere...!”

“’D like that a lot,” he rumbles.

You want to make fun of him for falling asleep on you, but your eyes are closing without your permission. Simon shifts, just a little, to get comfortable, the hand he has on your hip petting you as you resettle. The hand holding yours brings your fingers up to his lips for a kiss. You’re asleep by the time your hands are placed back over his heart.

#cheering for bambi and simon!#i’ve loved reading transferable skills so much #bambi had me hooked from the first chapter because she’s so lovely #i love these two crazy kids and this feels like the perfect ending #dragon thank you so much for this gorgeous fic!!#sr

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