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[bookmaker_boss]

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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[bookmaker_boss]

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.

[every_blossom_blooming]

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.

[bookmaker_boss]

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.