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[If there's still more to clean up, plainly he needs to work harder]

[The swipes of his tongue begin to nudge deeper, between the folds - take periodic pauses, to thoroughly lap away the moisture on her outer lips, as well, before diving in again, each time with more enthusiasm than the last]

[And if perhaps he squirms a little, at that hand in his hair holding him in place - well, perhaps she'll be too distracted to notice]

[She does in fact seem distracted, especially each time he stops--even moreso each time he restarts. Her eyes flutter shut each time, as she rolls against his face with a little more abandon, urging him that much more firmly against her]

[His tongue delves deeper, seemingly encouraged by the motion of her hips and the urgent press against him]

[As he works, one hand comes up to her thigh, as though to steady her; the other traces higher, seeking out the sensitive nub at the front. He begins to rub at her, soft circles that serve as a counterpoint to the firm strokes of his tongue]

[The curse this time is more of a groan, and she leans more weight against him--flexes her fingers against his hair in case he'd been considering pulling away. The judder of her hips goes a little shaky as she arches between the wet pressure of his tongue and the sharp sparks from his fingers, more than enough lubrication to slip-slide between the two of them at a faster pace.

The hand not in his hair has long wandered up to rub and tug at her own chest. Her nipples strain against the gauzy fabric, extra frissons of pressure each time she so much as breathes.

It's not long until there's much more urgency in her voice]

Jacob...

[He doesn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere - to do anything but this]

[He shifts again, there on his knees, as her hand tightens in his hair - licks deeper still, as though searching out every drop of moisture, diligently making sure she's clean and ready. The hand at the front begins to speed its pace, the circles becoming firmer and more satisfying]

[At the sound of his name, he hums a question against her, without pulling away, and the vibration trembles through her with the close contact]

[She stutters out a sigh in return, trembling along with that vibration and beyond--ramping up to match pace and pressure with those firm circles. Both of her hands tug harder, her eyes fluttering shut]

F-fuck, Jacob... I-I'm almost--I'm so close...

[Another hum, encouraging this time; he redoubles his efforts, licking in deep and firm. The hand working against her speeds its pace, slip-sliding over the hood of her clit in firm circles]

[The fingers of his other hand, the ones splayed gently against her thigh, curl in just a little - drag along the sensitive skin there, one more layer of sensation to help push her over the edge]

[Just that extra touch is enough, and she rocks hard into the light scratch of his nails, and again into the heavy pressure over her clit, and she pulls sharply at his hair, grinding helplessly into his mouth with a hoarse cry]

[He works her through it, thorough and enthusiastic - intent, it would seem, on lapping up all of the wetness before it has a chance to escape]

[When her trembles begin to slow, he eases carefully back - takes his hand away, and gives a few more soft little laps to clean the remaining moisture from her lips and the sensitive nub at the front]

...there.

[He sounds a little breathless; his cheeks are flushed, and his pupils blown]

Think that'll do it.

[She groans as he pulls away, arching towards him even as she trembles with the aftershocks of release. It takes her a beat to sink back against the dressing room wall; another still to unclench the hand in his hair. It stays hopelessly mussed, even when she attempts to fluff it back up]

God, how're you so fucking good...?

[Her eyes are soft over his face and that messy hair and below, down the line of his uniform. She strokes gently, if a little clumsily, over his sticky cheek]

[He cants his head into the touch of her hand, affectionate - presses a soft kiss to her thigh]

Cause you deserve good stuff? So I gotta step it up some.

[He looks an absolute wreck already; his face is wet with her juices, hair messier even than usual. Further down, the outline of his erection is billboard obvious through the thin lines of the fabric, a small damp spot near the tip]

Pretty sure you're already stepped up...

[Which may or may not make sense, but muzzy with afterglow it feels like Shakespeare. She ruffles through his hair again, thumbing through the wet of his cheek, pleased just to touch him]

Look real good like this, too. Almost feel like I should send you out there, so everyone else'll see how good you look, too...

[He leans into the hand in his hair and the one on his cheek, evidently just as pleased to be touched]

[She can feel the flush as well as see it, when he goes darker at her words]

Wh-what. Like this?

Yeah... Just like this.

[Her hand drifts over to swipe over his lips, pressing at the plushness]

Though something tells me these dresses ain't gonna fit right...

I, uh.

[He tips his head into the touch, distracted for a moment from his words as he mouths at her fingers]

I got some, like. Stuff for underneath. That might help.

[She goes along with the distraction herself for a pleasant while, pressing just a bit deeper into his mouth]

...Stuff?

Mmmm.

[She can probably feel that as much as hear it, with her fingers where they are,]

[Bites at her lower lip, shifting in place]

...Why don't you finish dressing me and we can check out this--stuff.

[Pulls back a little, with one last kiss to her fingertips]

...yeah. Yeah, uh. Good call.

[He retrieves the forgotten panties - offers them for her to step into, careful]

[She takes the offer, daintily putting one foot in, then the other. Her leg does squeeze against the other a little, just by chance,]

[Just by chance,]

[He pulls the panties up, very carefully - smooths them into place perhaps a little more than is really necessary, shifting there where he still kneels on the floor]

[When they're properly in place, he reaches for the slacks - offers those up, as well]

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[She swallows again, shifting just a little to help him seat the panties in place, and then the slacks as well. All the while her gaze keeps darting back to his face--the faint smudge of pale lashes against dark, freckled cheeks; the work of his mouth and his collar and where his erection juts from his body, ignored but unflagging]

...Like this one so far?

[By the look of things, he likes this one a lot. His pupils are very wide and very dark; he's watching her through half-lowered lashes, expression a little dazed]

[The outline of him through the bodysuit has become no less obvious, though the damp spot at the tip is slightly wider than before]

[He licks at his lips - swallows. Licks at his lips again]

This one's real good.

Hmm...

[She ruffles through his hair, swiping against over the mess on his cheek]

Though before we can show off to the fans, we'd better get you ready.

[Tugs him to standing--reaching for his belt]

[He shivers, a little - comes to standing readily, canting into her touch a little]

Yeah. That's - yeah.

Okay.

[He sounds a little breathless,]

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