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He slowly wakes up, his head is throbbing and the light coming in from the open windows that they forgot to close yesterday makes him shut his eyes.
He doesn't remember much, he remembers that in the late evening as Ellie watched a movie and promised going to sleep early—and he doesn't think that girl kept her promise, she probably was delighted that she was home alone—they left to wander around Jackson, to walk the streets holding hands and embracing the chill of the night, him lending his thick coat to her, shivering in her loose tank top and fitted jeans. Beautiful , he had thought, she was beautiful.
He opens his eyes, the room swims a bit, but he shifts slightly and feels her pressed against his front, sleeping soundly and peaceful. She's bare naked, and now he remembers.
They went to the bar after eating out, probably made bets with all of Jackson on who could drink more, and then they left the place so tipsy he fell more than once, Tess flushed above him pointing a finger and cackling. But then, when she helped him get up the touch was electric, it was like a switch turned on, and then she was searching for his mouth, desperately grinding on his thigh, moaning and giggling as he kissed her neck.
He barely remembers coming home safely, taking off their clothes and drifting off to sleep, the memories blurry and chaotic. His head still hurts and he grunts, curses under his breath.
But then it's like he comes back to his body, his mind finally catching up, and he can feel Tess' warm skin all over him, she's so close he can feel the gentle up and down of her breathing, her strong heartbeat synchronizing with his own. She belongs in his arms, and that's where she currently is, his broad hands resting in her taut abdomen tracing random patterns, her back to him. There's no better feeling than waking up to Tess still breathing and safe in his grip.
And sometimes when he wakes up something else does too, there's blood rushing to his lower body and that's when he realizes he's hard as a rock, throbbing and pulsing, hot desire pooling in his gut. He doesn't think they were in the right conditions to start anything yesterday.
His big hands sneak like snakes as he descends from her torso, travels south to her uncovered center, tempting and inviting under the warm sun of almost noon.
A lazy morning, they're allowed to that in Jackson, and Ellie never needs to ask what they do in those long hours, she knows from first hand experience from not knocking once that it's better if she stays away from their door in the mornings.
He traces her lips with his forefinger as he positions between her soft and squishy thighs, fuller than they ever were in the QZ, enveloping his aching member. She's still in a deep slumber as he moves his hips, rubs himself in her pussy slowly and lazily, like he has all the time in the world. And he does, no one will interrupt them.
He presses even closer and peppers kisses against her hair, the shell of her ear, her sharp jaw, her small chin, he travels lower to her neck where a hickey sticks out, the aftermath of getting horny and drunk the night before.
He's gentle this time around, gives her feather kisses and licks her pulse, he marvels as it dawns on him that she hasn't changed anything. She's still sweet and intoxicating in his tongue.
He kisses her shoulder with care, sunkissed and starry with freckles, and nuzzles into the crook of her shoulders, inhales the smell of booze and perfume that lingers from their impromptu date. He never wants to let go of her.
He moves his hips gently as he rolls his fingers to part her lips, she's soaking them and that aids him to circle her clit with ease, so used to what she likes.
She starts to stir awake as his other hand comes around to cup her breast, to twist a nipple until she gives him a low moan, almost imperceptible but he's so close he can hear it perfectly.
"G'mornin' sweetheart." He murmurs against the tender flesh of her neck, already marked by him, he grinds faster where she's dripping into his cock and this time she jumps, grips his forearms. He lowers his head to observe her.
"Wha- Joel!" She opens her eyes and parts her lips, hazel eyes blinking away the fog. She's barely awake when she finds the rhythm with him, their hips moving in unison, the quiet room filling with the wet sounds, her little whimpers and his deep grunts. "Yeah, yeah, like that, big guy."
She turns her head searching for his mouth, they're so close he can feel her mint and bourbon breath on his face, so he gladly complies with her unsaid request as he smacks them, swallowing her moan when he presses his thumb in her sensitive bud.
Their tongues twist around until they're suffocating, desire and lust filling their bodies.
When they part, panting and breathless, she gives him a small peck on his beard. "Good morning."
He's leaking on the sheets, making a damn mess Tess would say, when she comes to a halt and they lose their pace. He nips her earlobe and feels her shiver, her hairs standing up while he feels pressure building up in his gut. "Tessa-"
"Inside." She demands as she moves a hand to cup his thick dick, positioning him in her dripping entrance, right where she needs him most. She whimpers as he slowly bottoms up, where he stretches her and fills her up to that ache that makes her cry and sob, so close to the edge already.
He keeps pinching her nipple when he thrusts deeper, slick and precum helping him to hit that sweet spot that makes her curse him loudly, he chuckles thinking about Ellie and hopes the girl went out. "Oh fuck, Joel!"
"Shush darlin', you're gonna wake the whole settlement with that potty mouth." He feels bliss as she reaches her orgasm, squeezes her eyes and screams his name, sweat drops falling and giving her a shiny glow under the sun. She has a new spark inside of her that he keeps getting hooked into.
He loves her. He can't imagine a life without her.
Their mornings feel different now, not like the rough and violent ones in the QZ; they had no time to waste, they needed to use their time wisely to avoid breaking curfew, they could never sleep in. They had never made love.
She's squeezing him so tightly he feels his own orgasm approaching fast, but he changes his pace and fucks her slowly, he wants to drag this as long as he can. She notices, and smiles against his open palm of their intertwined hands, the one that played with her breasts.
She kisses him again, slow and tender, love dripping like honey and burning like embers.
"Come for me, Tex." She presses herself closer to his chest and lets him grab her hips to steady himself when the waves of his orgasm crash into him, electric desire sizzling in his skin and the pressure finally breaking out. He pumps her until it drips out of her, but she sighs contented once he's done.
He kisses her shoulder blades as he softens and pulls put. She turns around, snuggling in his chest, purring with joy and pleasure. He never wants to wake up without Tess by his side.
"We need to get up." Her voice is low and husky, she's still catching her breath.
He groans, his head is still spinning. She doesn't look unfazed by the night before. Maybe she didn't get that drunk, but knowing Tess she surely beat everyone she challenged. She must've been unstoppable.
"Just five minutes more, Tess. We don't have places to go." It's their day off, after all. He thinks about how he will make her a nice breakfast that she will gladly eat but he won't have a bite because he's nauseous, still too drunk.
"Ok then." She sighs with affection, she pats his warm chest and rests her hand there, his heartbeat under her fingertips.