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[lightsiided]

say my name. 🗣

* intimacy memes | selectively accepting

     it's late, but she knows there are still PEOPLE around. the hospital is never empty, and the risk of being caught remains -- which is why she has been trying to be quiet. so at the command, her eyes flutter open, and the first whisper of "thor," she gives is sharp, warning. ordinarily, a comment about his ego would be quick to follow.

but this time, the firmness of her voice is betrayed by the breathy gasp that follows as the slow, leisurely rock of his hips gain speed. ever so slightly, she can hear the supply rack her back is pressed up against start to RATTLE. "thor."

rey's hands find his face, holding it still so their eyes can lock. for a moment, she's distracted by the bare handsomeness of it. in the dark, thor's eyes are a vivid blue, his teeth a flash when he smiles so GENTLY at her. even now, he exudes a kindness that catches her by surprise every time. her heart thuds in her chest.

then her fingertips press into his jaw and she pulls him into a kiss, muffling her sighs against his lips. they move in perfect sync, heads angling to make the best use of the small space they're tucked away in. she arches her back, lifting her hips to get closer. the rattling behind her becomes more pronounced, but the sound is less of a CONCERN, now, fading away to the back of her mind.

her teeth catch his bottom lip when they break apart. one hand slides into the hair at the back of his head, and her mouth drags along his cheek until it's right beside his ear. they're both still in their scrubs, undressed just ENOUGH to be able to make this quick. rey's free hand drags its nails up his bicep with delight, pushing beneath his sleeve. the hands that had distracted her before they stole away in the closet grip her hips in a way that she hopes will leave a mark.

forgoing kissing for a few minutes is a compromise that will afford them the ability to stay quiet and thus, uninterrupted. now her moan of "THOR," is made directly into his ear, lips brushing his skin with the shape of it. a series of quiet whimpers follow the sound, and then again, "thor -- thor, please. fuck, that feels good, thor."

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