Milli-ish -- Connor - Faith - make-up sex

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Connor, Faith, piano bench… ((make-up sex))


The elevator doors open and they stumble out onto the landing, Faith tearing at Connor's shirt, dragging it over his head, pulling him toward the stairs. He's keeping up, working at the buttons on her shirt.

"At this rate, we won't make it to the piano bench," he pants between kisses and puts an arm around her waist.

Faith just grins back at him, kisses him, then breaks free and darts down the stairs, removing her shirt and shoes along the way.

Connor follows her down the stairs, pulling his sneakers off and dropping them to the floor below; Faith meets him at the bottom and loops her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, tugging him toward the piano. "You gonna play?" he asks, taking her wrists in his hands and drawing her in for a kiss.

"Maybe." Another grin and a squeeze of his ass, then she settles in at the piano, clad in jeans and a bra.

Connor, down to just jeans and socks, steps up behind her and purrs in her ear, "Hmm, topless piano concert. We may be onto something."

She smirks at him over her shoulder as she begins to play.

He chuckles and kneels behind her, his hands slide down her thighs while his tongue plays over the small of her back. Lightly pressing into the muscles of her legs and drawing patterns over her spine. He feels her body stiffen as his tongue darts beneath her waistband, but she doesn't miss a note. He'd have to be a bit more inventive.

He draws his hands up her thighs, across her abs to skim over her breasts, then unhook the front of her bra. He leans forward and trails his tongue up her spine until he's standing and leans in to whisper, "One step closer to that topless concert."

Faith continues to play, trying to resist the urge to tackle him to the floor and tear the rest of his clothes off… and it's working. For now. And it would be working better if he'd just stop nibbling at her ear and neck. She's getting all of the notes in the right order, but her overall tempo is a little jagged.

"Keep playing," he says, smoothing his hands over her exposed breasts, down to unfasten her jeans. He kisses her neck, her shoulder, across the backs of her shoulderblades to the other shoulder and the other side of her neck. One hand finds its way beneath her jeans, the other moves back to her breast and he tugs at her earlobe with his teeth.

Panting, Faith tries to keep her mind focused on the piano and the playing, but it's hard. He's doing amazing things with his hands and his mouth and it's not fair that she doesn’t get to do amazing things back. She has to play.

He knows she wants to stop playing; to tear his jeans off, hers off, throw him down - and he'll let her… eventually.

"Connor…"

"Keep playing." He licks the side of her neck, his hands still exploring her body, even sliding down her arms, but not bothering her fingers. "Just a little more." One hand crawls down her body, into her jeans, brushing lightly as he nibbles her neck and ear. "Few more notes." His voice is raspy… raspier than usual, in her ear.

"Can't… keep… up…" her voice falls to complete panting and her fingers on the keys start to slide and miss notes. "Oh, fuck it." She pulls her hands away from the keyboard and wraps them around his head, grabs at his arms and shoulders, anything she can reach.

He wraps his fingers, softly, around her wrists and pulls her hands away. "Now, see, you've ruined the game," he purrs in her ear, keeping her arms extended toward the piano.

She glares up at him and he releases her wrists.

He grins back and leans down to press his lips to hers. He slides around and, straddling the piano bench, puts his arms around her, leans forward to nibble on her breast. He feels her wrap an arm around his shoulders, holding on; hears her panting against his ear.