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Cougar grins as he bends down a little so that when she's close enough, he can lift her into his arms, hands on her ass and groping for all the weeks he hasn't done enough groping as he starts to kiss a line up her neck, breathing her in and wondering how he could have slept next to her for six weeks and not done this. His willpower is good, but not that good.

"I'm glad you did it," he says. "We would have gone much longer without this, if you hadn't."

She's used to looking down at Cougar slightly, but not from this height. Still, when he lifts her in his arms, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, laughing and then muffling a little 'meep' sound when he gropes her ass and presses his lips to her neck.

"If you weren't such a goddamn martyr..." she tries to complain, but it's hard when he's kissing her skin like that. Her legs tighten around his waist and she bites her lip for a moment before continuing, "we might have done something sooner."

He draws back, an affronted and confused look on his face as he gapes at her. "Martyr?" he echoes, holding onto her as he begins to carry her towards the little bed that they've been sharing. "How have I been a martyr? You've been the one not saying anything."

"Neither have you!" She laughs, tangling both her hands in his hair and bending her neck to kiss him, indulging herself by making it deeper than the others they've shared, trusting him not to walk her into any walls. "This explains so much about why you always get weird when nobody's around."

"I don't talk. You do," he says, like it's the nature of things between them. He gently lays her out on the bed and stands above it, narrowing his eyes at her comments. "Weird? I'm not weird," he growls defensively, because as far as he's concerned, nothing he does is weird.

"Oh, sure. Pin it all on me, that's fine."

Jake has never really had much cause to be alluring, always being too busy trying to prove herself, that she's not weak or less than the others, but she's seen enough movies to have some idea what she's doing. She props herself up on one elbow, her legs bending slightly, and reaches out for him with her free hand, letting her lips curl in a way she hopes looks coquettish and not constipated. That would kill the mood.

"Then stop being weird right now and come here."

Cougar cocks one brow upwards and purses his lips in a little kissy motion before he steps off his boots and shirt, practically jumping on the bed so he can sprawl atop her. "Six weeks," he says, voice low and base. "Six weeks, I sleep with you here. Wake up to you. Six weeks of my cock against you, you think I didn't want you?"

Jake's about to open her mouth to bitch that he's taking too long when he finally clambers onto the bed, lying on top of her and pinning her down to the bed.

She can't help the little shiver that crawls down her spine at what he says. "I've lived with four guys for five years," she protests, her hands lifting to settle on his waist as her legs shift beneath him to make space for him between them. "I know how morning wood works. I didn't know it was for me."

"Every time I say you are beautiful," he retorts. "Your coffee. Your breakfast. Your hand and mine," he huffs, shaking his head as he slides down between her legs and flips up the hem of her dress in order to slide down her underwear, flicking it to the side before he returns to pressing slow kisses up her thigh, the skirt of her dress covering his head.

"I know what you're like," she tries to insist, biting her lip as she watches him crawl down the bed. She's not feeling so coquettish any more. "You're like a Mexican Disney prince when you set your mind to it, and I just—oh!"

She can't keep talking when he's pressing his lips to her inner thigh, his goatee tickling her skin. This whole dress thing is really obnoxious right now, and she scrambles to gather the skirt up about her waist so she can watch him, her heart thundering in her chest. "Oh shit."

He raises his brow when she calls him a Disney prince, smirking as he reaches up to slide his palms over her hips, grasping tight as his thumbs dig in and make little divots against the smooth skin, taking a slow trip upwards to make sure he lets Jake enjoy every second of this. He's all about patience and care, but as he noses his way up, he knows that he's going to work his tongue in short, shallow touches and long, languid strokes, aiming to do this as long as he can make Jake last.

"You are."

His hands are warm and steady on her hips, rough fingertips gentle as they get a good grip and hold her skill. It's probably for the best, because Jake wants to squirm already, restless even before he's done anything substantial.

In her defense, it's been like almost three years since she's gotten off with anything other than her own hand, so this is kind of a big deal.

In order to properly enjoy herself, she pushes up onto her elbows again, wanting to watch this, only for her dress to pool back down low across her hips and block her view. Grumbling, she flops back onto the bed and starts to wiggle out of it as best she can with Cougar holding her hips still, yanking it up and over her head, turning it inside out as she goes before balling it up and throwing it somewhere across the room. Now she can see.

He looks up when she pushes the dress aside and that's when his brain short-circuits again. All those mornings, he knows that she's got pierced nipples because he feels the brush of them up against his chest, but seeing them in practice -- more than that, seeing a naked Jake in practice -- is short-circuiting his brain. He wants to touch every bit of her, every last bit, and at the same time, he refuses to shift from his task at hand.

So he goes back to it harder, faster, a little rougher than before because if she's going to play dirty, then so is he.

She can almost watch his pupils blow wide and dark when he looks up at her after she rips off her dress, and that, almost more than anything else, makes her believe he wants her. He looks hungry, like he wants to eat her literally, and she can't help but shiver and let out a little mewl, heat washing through her with a roar.

"Oh shit, Cougar," she breathes, reaching out with one hand to slide her fingers over his hair.

His hands keep roaming up, like he's trying to touch her from here, but they always have to settle back against her hips for the leverage he needs to yank her towards him, a steady assault of teasing at first, little dabs and licks before he goes back to it, a grin on his lips as he purses them, giving a soft little hum before he goes back to his attentions and affections.

There's absolutely no point in trying to keep stoic or whatever, so Jake lets herself moan as loudly as she wants to when Cougar hums against her, the hand she has in his hair curling so that she's actually got a grip on him and isn't just riding the gentle bobbing of his head. She doesn't try to yank him anywhere or anything, though, just holds on as she folds her lower lip between her teeth.

Of course Cougar eats pussy like a champ. There should be no reason for her to be surprised by this, and yet it's like a fucking revelation all the same.

"Oh god," she moans, arching her back to try and get closer to him. "Fuck the Army, you've got a new job now."

He gives a considerate hum as he thinks of quitting the sniping business in order to service her at all hours of the day. In response to that, he flattens his tongue and works her a little harder, his grip growing tighter because he wants these marks to last and he wants her to feel them tomorrow. If she can't sit down tomorrow, that will be a success. If she can barely walk, then he'll know that he's done well.

"Mi amor," he murmurs, a soft kiss brushed to her thigh, allowing his beard to bristle the soft skin, before returning to his task with care and steady, focused devotion.

The way he hums against her makes her think he likes that idea, and she grins up at the ceiling. She rather likes that idea too, actually. Having Cougar around whenever she wants, putting him down on his knees for her, maybe even when she's working at the computer — the thought of Cougar eating her out while she's typing sends a fresh wave of heat rocketing through her veins and she can't help moaning out loud — letting him hitch her up on the counter or bend her over the table to fuck her until her legs tremble...

"Yep," she decides, stroking her fingers through his hair, her voice tight. "We're both retiring. It'll be just sex from now on."

She's been mildly horny for weeks, living pressed up against Cougar the way she's been, and she's always been almost embarrassingly quick to get worked up. The combination, added to the fact that it's Cougar between her legs, humming like that, curling his tongue against her and letting his eyes close like there's nothing he'd rather be doing, has her biting her lip and squirming, already close to coming but wanting this to last.

He knows they would get bored within weeks or retiring, knows that she will start whining and then complaining. For now, though, they have weeks to catch up on and he intends to work her raw and screaming, then when she thinks she's done, he'll just start again. Grinning, he lightens the pressure against her hips so he can brush his nose in and slide his tongue in deeper.

He wants to praise her, but he has better things to do than speak at this moment. Maybe one day, they will take a vacation and do nothing but this, but even now, they have a task at hand.

They've just also figured this out along the way.

She hasn't yet realized that Cougar isn't a one-and-done kind of guy, but it shouldn't come as a surprise to her. Still, for the moment, she's trying to hold back as much as she can, not wanting this moment to end and expecting it to as soon as she lets go.

Even silent as he is, Cougar cannot be denied, and so despite her best efforts she finds herself tensing, her legs drawing up a little as her body prepares itself for the moment when his tongue pushing into her has her snapping.

The noise she lets out is more of a yelp and less of a scream, but hopefully the way she yanks at his hair and arches her back before dissolving into a trembling mess will suffice, her free hand clutching at the bed beneath her as she whimpers and shakes.

Good. It's a very good start. What he hasn't told her and doesn't intend to is that it's just the start and now that he's been kind, it's time for a little bit of teasing. He eases back, just enough so that she gets the littlest of contact from his lips and tongue, working her name with his tongue before drawing back, putting more and more time between contact. For all that Jensen talks, he hasn't heard what he wants. He wants to hear her scream.

He eases away, just long enough to drag his teeth along her belly, then up to work his tongue over one of the piercings, before sliding his way back down to resume his work.

She's underestimated him. He eases back a little as she comes down, for which she's grateful, but then he keeps easing back, and she's not down with that.

"No, no, nono, Cougar..." she whines, spreading her legs wider and reaching for his hair.

The grazing bite to her stomach has her giggling, a little ticklish, a noise that quickly gets overshadowed by the moan that bubbles up when he licks across her nipple, her piercing tugging the sensitive nub and making her tremble. "Fuck. Oh fuck. Carlos, come back, gimme a minute." She's too sensitive right now for him to go right back to eating her out, she needs a moment to collect herself and come down a little.

He looks up, just enough that she can get a clear line of sight on his eyes. "No," is his clear, firm response back to her, hands right back to her hips, rubbing a little where he thinks he can see the first hints of blues and purples, inordinately pleased with himself for what he's done. He rubs his fingertips slowly down over her thighs until he's evoked goosebumps, then he goes right back to his teasing, slow strokes.

This time, he uses morse, a pattern to tease her with merciless fast and then drawing out slow.

She whimpers at the look in his eyes when he lifts his head enough to see her, the rumble in his voice when he tells her no. "Fuuuck."

It's becoming clear she's somehow signed up for a marathon, for Cougar to prove himself by seeing how many times he can make her come on his chin, and she's torn between despair and elation.

It takes her a moment to realize he's tap-tapping Morse Code against her clit, and then she can't help the breathless, giddy laugh that bubbles out of her as she squirms against him.

"Hi, baby," she replies, raking her fingers through his hair and feeling her stomach jump when his tongue strokes against her at just the right angle to send sparks shooting up her spine.

He's going to be a mess when this is done, her all over his beard in a way that when he strokes it, knows he'll have to leave her lying there while he tidied up, but it's completely worth every second, trying to make her back arch and make those sounds come out of her mouth. He wants all of that and he wants it for the rest of their lives.

He's not sure how to bring that up, but he'll get there. He'll make it work. He rocks against her leg, starting to get to a point where he won't be able to last without help, but he's a sniper. He's used to waiting.