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And then he stands in front of me, my head just level with his stomach. I give a wistful glance at his crotch before looking up at him. He’s smiling at me like I hung the fucking moon.

It makes my stomach clench in a painful, hungry way, but when he moves his finger along the outline of my jaw, my entire body relaxes into his touch. He uses the pressure to pull me to standing, and I wrap my arms around his waist instinctively.

“I don’t know about using that mouth on me this morning,” he says honestly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “Someday soon, maybe. But I don’t think I’d be able to let you work your magic and fuck you here on this counter like I’ve wanted to since I walked in here.” And before I can address the throb between my legs, or argue, he hitches his hands underneath my thighs and plops me on the counter like I weigh nothing.

I try not to scramble, but his reassuring kiss, grabbing frantically at the side of my face and one of my thighs, puts any sense of unease to rest as he pulls that ugly orange shirt over my head followed by the one he’s wearing. He brings his lips back down to mine, a finger under the back waistband of my panties until I’m lifting my legs up, just enough for him to pull them off, avoiding giving him another bruise. When we separate, just long enough for him to pull a condom out of his shorts pocket and nearly throw the garment across the room, we’re both sucking in breaths.

Putting the dishes in the sink, instead of actually cleaning them, may have actually been the closest Fitz Westfall could get to clearing off a surface in a hurry. A moment of calm before whatever side this was came out, and I am not about to complain.

I scoot toward the end of the cold counter as he pulls out the condom and rolls it on, already hard. I run a patient finger down one of his arms, admiring some of the scratch marks I’d left last night, when he positions himself between my legs.

But instead of easing in, Fitz hitches his fingers under each of my knees and tugs, until he’s completely inside of me in a second.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my legs wrapping around his waist as he leans down to capture my lips in a frenzied kiss that doesn’t give me time to think before he’s moving in and out of me. I shift in time with him, letting my mouth trail down his jaw and to the crook of his neck with sloppy, toothy nips that have him tensing inside me like it’s driving him nuts.

Proving my thought, he puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back just enough to grant him access to my own neck, where he starts kissing up. One hand grabs at my ass, trying to pull me closer, and then migrates between my legs.

When he starts rubbing my clit, I tilt my head back, moaning. It gives him more access, and he laughs softly against my skin, a stark contrast to his punishing movements against my center.

“Kingdom come, right?” I manage, fingers threading through his hair as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot along my pulseline.

“Kingdom come,” he echoes, the hand on my shoulder tracing up, up, until he’s holding me so tight against him by the back of my neck that the only room between us is enough for his hand to keep working. “Damn it, Piper.”

“What?” It comes out as a half-laugh because I’m struggling to breath, struggling to think because this all just feelsso fucking good.

So good my toes curl and my knees dig into his hips, my free hand clawing at his lower back while he thrusts into me, I realize, in time with the music still playing from my phone in the corner of the room, as he keeps moving over my neck.

“You’ve already got me so fucking close,” he whispers into my ear, and then licks that spot he found yesterday in a way that makes my back arch against him, my nipples driving into the smattering of hair across his chest.

“Then come for me, baby.” I don’t know if it’s the term of endearment, or the order, but when his vigor increases both with his hips and his hand, it’s all I can do to hold onto him to keep from falling back against the cool marble as he freezes and spills out into the condom. My hips buck up to meet him, and a second later, I’m shaking against his chest, spasming as he holds me close while I let my orgasm wash over me, slow and lazy, the only part of this morning that feels that way.

It takes a few ragged breaths and separating from Fitz with a satisfying sticky noise to realize that the buzzing sound I’d been hearing wasn’t my imagination.

“Is that Kesha?” Fitz asks seriously, like he hadn’t just nearly made me black out and my ass wasn’t sticking to his counter with exertion and arousal.

It’s my phone ringing, I realize. And my watch vibrating, too, on the other side of the room. And then I glance at the analog clock over Fitz’s shoulder.

11:05

Fucking hell.

“The reunion call!”

Chapter 35

Fitz

“I’llberightback,”Piper says quickly, and then turns to the car door. I reach out and place my hand on her forearm - she looks down at it, and then back up at me, and a smile spreads across her face. “One minute, Fitz, and then I’ll come fix your face.”

I roll my eyes, but still, she leans forward, giving me a quick peck before exiting the car and speed-walking toward the entrance to her apartment building, impressive, since she’s back in those heels. I don’t even wince when she closes the car door a little too loudly - at least we’re in my sedan, and not the MK.

I lean back against my seat, letting out a deep breath and closing my eyes. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

I knew I was in for it when she bit back at me that day at the Pine - she’d had a spark like that long before whatever her husband and his family did to her. But seeing her defend herself like that, and call me on my bullshit. Hell, if I hadn’t been so shocked, I probably would have asked her out then. But instead, it took a traumatic brain injury, weeks of half-conversations and the urging of Seer, of all people, to finally give her - give us - the night we needed together. And I’m terrified to let it be over.

But when Piper slides back into my car, closing the door behind her a little more gracefully, I open my eyes just in time to see her coming at my face with some sort of teardrop shaped sponge dipped in tan makeup.

“Fuck,” I mutter, flinching back, and she laughs.

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