For Jemma

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[OOC: From here.]

The second the door to his room shuts behind them, Tahno's kissing Jemma, his hand tightening around her wrist. He lifts her hand above her head, gripping her chin gently and forcing her to look at him before pushing her back against the door. His lips are warm and pliant and hungry; he nibbles and sucks on her lower lip before covering her mouth with his.

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Jemma whimpers, finding the clothes hook over her head and curling the fingers of both hands around it as an anchor. She returns his kiss fervently, the worry and stress (and straight-out panic, however well hidden) of the day translating to a relief in being alive, and a desire to prove that she is in the best way possible.

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That whimper shoots heat straight through his belly, and he slides his hands down her ribs and waist. Tahno grunts quietly, pleased, and cradles her cheek with one hand while resting the other on her hip to tug her closer to him. He runs his tongue along the seam of her mouth before tangling it with hers.

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Jemma presses up against him, a happy hum an unstoppable thing. The heat of his kiss makes her knees wobbly.

Just as well she's hanging on to the hook - keeps her from being a terribly inelegant puddle on the floor.

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Tahno slips a finger along the waistband of her jeans, a breathless, "May I?" escaping his lips when he breaks for just long enough to say it. He kisses her once, twice, three times; quick kisses that end up trailing down to her chin and collarbone.

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"Yes. Oh please, yes." Her reply is fervent as she tilts her head back, giving him explicit permission to continue.

Actually, it might be more of a demand than permission, but it leads to the same place at the moment.

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Tahno smirks at her. He kisses her hard on the lips before dropping to his knees. Undoing the button, he slides her jeans and undergarments down to her ankles before kissing the back of her knees. Tahno trails his tongue up and up, his pace leisurely now that he's been demanded to do something.

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Jemma will later hope that no one she knows was in the hallway. Right now, she's trying to catch her breath and her wits, leaning heavily against the door, one hand firm against the back of her neck.

It's going to take a moment - the man has some serious talent with that tongue.

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Tahno rises slowly, tracing a gentle hand along her thigh. "Hey, you awright?" he asks, nibbling on her neck. His other hand supports the small of her back, and he pulls her close, encouraging her to lean on him.

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"Oh, I'm amazing." She purrs happily, quite willing to lean on him instead, wrapping her arms around his waist (all the better to get her hands on that ass).

"I'm not sure my knees work, but who needs knees?"

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Tahno slides his hands down to her ass as well, cupping it for a moment before scooping her up in his arms. "I like yer knees," he admits, shrugging. "They're really cute, jus' like the rest of ya."

He saunters as much as he can while holding her, placing strategic kisses on her cheeks and forehead while carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, he grips one breast through her jacket and trails his other hand along her waist.

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"Well, I will admit to having an absolutely fantastic fashion sense." She grins as she pushes herself up on her elbows to be better able to reach him for a kiss. Eventually she's going to to have to do something about her jeans tangled around her ankles, but right now is not that time.

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Tahno laughs against her mouth, indulging in her lips with a nibble of his own. He covers her lips with his, moaning softly as he cups her breast. Straddling her legs, he traces one hand down to hold onto her bare hip, rubbing the skin with his thumb.

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Jemma hums her approval, stealing her hands under his shirt to explore gloriously defined muscles. He tastes of the whiskey he'd been drinking... and of herself, she knows, and it's a heady combination.

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He arches to her touch, rumbling his desire. He kisses her deeply, a kiss which leaves her mouth to trail down to her neck and collarbone. He suckles there and bites, and then strips of his shirt and begins unbuckling his pants.

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It's a show worth watching, honestly. It explains why her fingers are having difficulty with the suddenly-fiddly buttons of her blouse.

Those abs though. Yum.

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Tahno snickers quietly and carefully removes her hands from her blouse so that he can work on the buttons himself. He pops them open with practiced fingers, and reaches around her to undo the clasp of her bra, sliding his fingertips under the straps.

"Yer so beautiful," he murmurs, stripping her of her remaining clothing to press a kiss on the swell of her breast.

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"I would claim you have an ulterior motive but you've already managed to get me into bed, so..." She knows she isn't at her best - today has involved a lot of scientific scrambling and physical sprinting and entirely more stress than she thinks is absolutely necessary for these sorts of missions, but...

Well.

It's nice to hear, anyway.

"How about you prove it?"

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"Oh, I'll prove it," Tahno growls, nibbling his way down to her nipple. He swirls his tongue around the furled bud, tracing his hands down her ribs and over her other breast. He bites gently and suckles harder.

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.... she will adamantly deny that was a whimper that answered his growl, she will, but damn if that isn't the hottest thing.

Unless his mouth on her breast is, that's pretty amazing. One hand cards into his hair to keep him right there, right there please, while she gropes his ass with the other.

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Tahno kicks his pants off and straddles her hips, staying right where she wants him at her chest. He nips and sucks and licks her nipple, pinching the other one with his thumb and forefinger. It's with a slow, leisurely movement that he takes her, driving her to the point where she can see stars.

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There comes a point that Jemma is pretty sure, by accepted laws of physics, that she should actually be on fire. With him pinning her down she can hardly go far, the lack of friction driving her further towards incoherency.

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When they've finished, Tahno collapses onto his elbows around her, nuzzling her neck. "How're ya doin'?" he asks quietly, nibbling on her ear.

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"Perfect." She drawls, patting his rear (what? What? It's awesome and it's right there, of course she's going to have her hands on it, don't be daft). "I'm having a marvelous time. How about yourself?"

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Tahno bites her lip, and then kisses her, soft and sweet. "Marvelous is a good way to put it," he drawls, threading his fingers into her hair. "How about a shower?"

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"That is an excellent idea. You have truly excellent ideas." She agrees, stretching her toes and enjoying the sense of well-being soaked deep into her bones.