Lydia curls against him as soon as they're lying side by side and she hooks a knee around his hips so that she's more open to him, but also so that she can keep him close. Her hands move up his chest, over his shoulders, and then she shifts her arms so that she can rake her fingernails down his back. Nothing deep enough to tear the skin or even really hurt, so much as just leave some light, red marks in their wake.
She crushes her mouth to his again, sucking on his bottom lip as she grinds back against him, meeting the rhythm of his hips in search of friction. Her breasts push against his chest, the skin on skin contact too good a sensation to ignore or pull away from. She's vaguely aware that they're probably being watched, because there's a camera in Matt's room, unless he or someone else have disabled it, but she's so wrapped up in the moment and finally feeling him that Lydia can't find it in her heart to give a damn.
It's the first time they've been alone enough to even come close to being this intimate and she's not going to waste it fretting that some pervy Alpha in IntSec is getting his rocks off watching. Let them.
Her leg lifts away from him again and she shifts onto her back, lifting her hips to shimmy out of her panties, tossing them onto the floor with abandon before she turns on her side and pushes Matt onto his back onto to climb on top of him, sitting on his lap and straddling him with a grin that he can probably hear even if he can't see it. Her chest is heaving as she catches her breath before she speaks but when she finally manages it, her voice is low and gravelly with need. "I'm never giving up that GREEN jumpsuit," she says because it's what afforded her the ability to get into his room so that they could have this time together. It's going to be the best forty-five minutes — she's guessing that's what they've got left — either of them have had in a while, she's going to make sure of it.
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She crushes her mouth to his again, sucking on his bottom lip as she grinds back against him, meeting the rhythm of his hips in search of friction. Her breasts push against his chest, the skin on skin contact too good a sensation to ignore or pull away from. She's vaguely aware that they're probably being watched, because there's a camera in Matt's room, unless he or someone else have disabled it, but she's so wrapped up in the moment and finally feeling him that Lydia can't find it in her heart to give a damn.
It's the first time they've been alone enough to even come close to being this intimate and she's not going to waste it fretting that some pervy Alpha in IntSec is getting his rocks off watching. Let them.
Her leg lifts away from him again and she shifts onto her back, lifting her hips to shimmy out of her panties, tossing them onto the floor with abandon before she turns on her side and pushes Matt onto his back onto to climb on top of him, sitting on his lap and straddling him with a grin that he can probably hear even if he can't see it. Her chest is heaving as she catches her breath before she speaks but when she finally manages it, her voice is low and gravelly with need. "I'm never giving up that GREEN jumpsuit," she says because it's what afforded her the ability to get into his room so that they could have this time together. It's going to be the best forty-five minutes — she's guessing that's what they've got left — either of them have had in a while, she's going to make sure of it.
((ooc: ftb there?))