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It's been a moment. He hasn't been avoiding her deliberately, but there may, possibly, be a bead of guilt that's entered his thoughts. He refuses to let the guilt control him, because he's never been a man controlled by such things. But it has been a moment, especially since he saw her more spontaneously.

Tommy lets himself into the building and up to Nina's floor, and when he reaches her door, he knocks. He's brought her flowers for no other reason than she deserves to have flowers.

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"Prefer not to walk out of here in this state," Tommy admits, but it's a bit of teasing to. He lets himself be hauled by the loose suspenders, fitting himself against her. He doesn't care about the wet that she'll make on the front of his slacks. He takes a moment before he reaches down, opening them and pushing them down enough to adjust his undershorts and pull his cock out.

He presses a wet kiss against her collarbone, up her neck slowly.

Nina pushes her fingers through his hair as Tommy kisses his way higher. One hand drifts down between them to stroke his cock, intent on guiding him if he doesn't see to it himself. She wants him and he so clearly wants her - why wait any longer? She can feel the fabric of his clothes against her thighs while her own dress is bunched up around her hips. She has to admit, there is an appeal.

He hardly needs the guidance, as hard as he is, but it's nice to have. It's always nice to have Nina's hands on him, whether or not she needs to be hands on to work her magic. He thinks she manages it, even if she's not trying, in these moments.

Tommy groans, softly, against her jaw as he sinks into her. Doing this half dressed is hardly new for him. And Nina looks just lovely like this.

It's easy to only think of her.

The sigh that escapes her sounds like relief as Tommy sinks in. Nina bites her lip and lets herself wallow in that feeling. She strokes his hair, murmurs sweet nothings in Ravkan and the little bit of Suli she knows. It sounds like encouragement as she moves her hips.

"Saints, Tommy." That's all she says before she pulls him into a kiss. She wraps her legs around him and gasps when he moves. She wants to lose herself in this, wants to stop thinking about the nagging voice in the back of her mind that sounds suspiciously like Zoya. Silly girl.

But she feels good and that's all that matters.

He doesn't need the sweet noise of her murmurs, but he does like them. He's gotten better with his Russian, which is not quite Ravkan, and better with his Ravkan as well, as he's known Nina. The Suli, at least, is a cousin of his own Romany, and he murmurs back to it, sweet and soft and filthy.

He moves, slow at first but building. He catches one of her legs and hauls her close, holds her close.

He tucks his mouth down against her neck and swears under his breath.

Nina trembles beneath him and she pushes her fingers into Tommy's hair as he presses his mouth to her neck. Her breath catches as he pulls her closer by her thigh and she can't help the way she tightens around him in utter delight.

As her fingers curl she toys with his desire, his need. She knows she doesn't need to, but saints it's satisfying.

Tommy sighed and swore. He could feel the whisper of her witchy-powers on him, the sweetness of it. He didn't need that, but it still felt good. He picked up his pace a little, clung to her. A sort of desperation as he clung to her.

"Ah, chakano, you know I don't need that." But it feels lovely. She feels lovely. "My lovely girl. Oh, Nina..."

Nina grins against Tommy's mouth and pulls him into another kiss. "I know," she purrs, voice catching as he moves just right. She gets her arms around his shoulders and squeezes her thighs against his hips.

Some part of her melts at his sweet talk and she turns her head, hiding her face against his neck for a moment.

"Let me feel you, darling."

He slides her thigh up to his hip and rolls them, slightly, so he can get into her deeper, harder. Holding her close as he moves. She tucks in close and he presses his nose to her hair. It's somewhere on the boarder between making love and fucking. He can't help it, not with how sweet and supple Nina's body is against his.

"Christ," he swears. He digs his thumb in against her wonderful, pliant hips. He breathes her name, moving faster, harder, more intently.

Nina's breath catches and she holds him tighter. Her nails drag down his back and she drops her head back to breathe. She gets tense as that sweet peak hits her again: not quite as intense as the first but saints, she won't complain.

"Saints, Tommy," she gasps out as she trembles, losing the ability to hold him quite so tight as that feeling washes through her.

With her hot, tight, lovely around him it was hard to keep himself from going to pieces as well. He’s not sure if that’s her doing or just the nature of the beast. Does it matter? He holds onto her, kisses her, breathes needful things into her skin as his hips stutter and then grind to a halt inside her.

He manages a couple more stuttering hitches, burying himself fitfully and urgently in her as he comes.

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