Vanessa and Daniel: Frog Rock (part two)
Continued from here
Daniel's more than happy to let himself be led upstairs and he keeps following Vanessa's lead once they're inside the bathroom, stripping off his clothes quickly and leaving them on the chair by hers. He glances at the shower then at Vanessa, considering, but it seems like most of their awkward moments have come from him waiting for a prompt instead of just doing things. So he opens the shower door and looks over the controls, switching it on and checking the temperature.
Vanessa watches for a moment, letting him adjust everything before she steps into the big glass enclosure with him. Part of her is still overwhelmed that Daniel's here, right where she can touch him, and she does exactly that, hands running over all of the wet skin she can reach. It's barely sexual, though there's still a distant throb of physical desire in her body; possession is the dominant flavour in her touch.
"Good?" Daniel checks as Vanessa steps under the water. Then he just smiles and leans into her touch, reaching out to wrap an arm around her, careful not to block her hands. This feels good, right.
"Mmm, yeah. Warm but not take your face off hot," she smiles. Vanessa's arms settle around Daniel's neck and she nestles close, just breathing him in.
"Good." Just like this, the way Vanessa is holding him. He lets his eyes close and nuzzles her hair as the water streams down over them both, brushing away the last of the tension.
Vanessa feels better already, simply standing here wrapped up in each other. But the water will eventually get cold so she lifts her arms over her head and smiles. "The blue bottle is my body wash."
Another quick kiss and Daniel looks over the bottles, hmming to himself. "Blue..." he finds it and uncaps, pouring some into his hands and starting to stroke over her body, starting at her shoulders. This – this is the kind of thing that got him into trouble downstairs, crossed-meanings, and as his hands skim down he kisses her the way she showed him, putting an offer into every touch. Then he just smiles and goes back to washing her. She can say no if she wants, but right now it seems like it's a better idea to make her say no than make her ask.
It's hard not to take him up on the invitation. The way Daniel touches her... Vanessa bites her lip, watching him work, her heartbeat picking up speed as her body reacts. Wants. But part of her mind is still on what happened earlier and she's unsure, a little shaken even, memories ricocheting around and around and Vanessa stays silent, giving Daniel a light kiss with no heat in it when he straightens again.
That's an obvious "No", or at least "No for now", and Daniel just gives a small nod to make sure Vanessa knows he understood it. But he doesn't stop touching her, enjoying the way she gives him chance to take care of her, working the wash into a lather as he strokes down her body.
Over and above the slow burn of arousal – over and above the physical aspect at all – this feels good. It's nice to feel cared for this way; to see how Daniel concentrates on what he's doing, genuinely cleaning her skin, not just running soapy hands over her but gently scrubbing until Vanessa feels like she should shine. Her smile does, big and brilliant when he looks at her.
"Hair too, right?" Daniel rinses his hands off properly under the water and reaches for the shampoo bottle, gesturing for her to turn around. It's nice to have the chance to do this again, take care of her properly, nice to offer and have it accepted.
"Yeah, please." Vanessa turns, tilting her head back under the spray to make sure the entire length of her hair is wet. She wonders idly if she'll get to the point where she stops saying please to Daniel. There are contexts where she doesn't want to, and times when she won't, but Vanessa doesn't like the idea of losing her manners completely. Even if it's technically a formality sometimes.
Daniel gives Vanessa enough room to tip her head, then starts to work carefully. The red is darker under the water, different, but still very much Vanessa and he runs his hands down the weight of it, brushing back a section from over her shoulder. He stays quiet as he washes it, eyes on what his hands are doing, intent and completely relaxed.
"Oh, that's really nice," her tone evidencing her enjoyment. Such a simple thing, when you get right down to it, but it's the care Daniel takes that makes it special. Vanessa's starting to realise that he might enjoy getting his hands on her hair almost as much as she likes it.
"It is," Daniel agrees, even if it's probably not quite the same for him. He takes longer than he strictly needs before guiding her to lean back under the water and let him rinse through her hair.
There's a strong sense of safety here, in the give and take, the soft pleasure humming contentedly between them. And with her back to Daniel, her eyes closed against shampoo and water, Vanessa feels like she can say the difficult things. She's conscious of his fingers gently combing through her wet locks as she speaks. "Back in L.A., we had a conversation about me asking you what you want, and if you were okay with that. Some of me wanting to talk to you about that was because of a post on the boards, and some of the comments – specifically, that it could feel like a trick question, where there was no such thing as a right answer." She pauses, then pushes on, quietly, "What happened downstairs, asking me if I wanted sex without giving me any indication as to whether you wanted it, has pretty much always been exactly that kind of trick question for me. If I'm honest and say yes, then I'm a slut, regardless of whether he wants to or not." Vanessa doesn't notice she's using the present tense. "And if I say no, and he does want to, then I'm still a slut and the fact that I usually do want sex gets used to shame me into bed, and sex happens even if any desire is long gone by then." She sighs, grimacing. "Which doesn't have anything to do with you and isn't the kind of person you are, but, that is where you put me earlier."
Daniel's first instinct is to reassure Vanessa, but... the first things that come to mind, she already knows. In the same way he knows only half of downstairs was to do with him, it's obvious that she knows that too. Instead he keeps stroking her hair even once it's clean, keeping contact without demanding anything more.
Once she's stopped he nods, even though she can't see it, and runs his hand down her arm. "I'm sorry I put you there, sorry it hurt you. I remember all that now, yeah, I wasn't thinking earlier." If he had been, it could still have happened, the relaxation pushing away things like logic, but it's something to keep in mind now.
"I know." Apology; absolution. Vanessa remembers talking with Marlee – does any woman grow up without triggers? She moves out of the spray enough to allow her to face Daniel and kiss him. "I'm not casting blame. Well," a spark of temper in her voice, "not at you, anyway." Nuzzling his throat, she continues, "I just... I thought I had dealt with all of that, you know? But I guess, it's different in a relationship. Even if I haven't had this kind of relationship before." Her face screws up. "God, that pisses me off."
"Relationships are different," he agrees. He's not going to tell her "It's OK" – yeah, it is OK for her to feel like this, but there are few things more annoying than being told that, he knows that much. Instead he kisses her again and hugs her close.
"Yeah." Leaning into Daniel is easy, his arms strong around her. Vanessa's made peace with the part of her that likes it when he makes her feel like a tiny princess. If she can do that, she figures she can manage her personal exorcisms, in time. Pressing a kiss to his collarbone, she sighs. "It's gonna suck when you leave. Not as bad, though. At least this time I'll be pretty sure you're coming back."
"I'm definitely coming back. Or asking you over to mine, or whatever works." It is going to suck, but for now Daniel holds her close, trying not to think too far ahead. They can work that out then.
Vanessa chuckles; it's much funnier now that it's not a concern. "I was being slightly more metaphorical. It was pointed out to me that I was behaving more like I'd been through a break-up than like I was just separated from my boyfriend, and if I'm honest, that's kind of how I was feeling." She rubs her cheek against him. "I'm glad you didn't tell me you were coming – I would have been certain that you were wanting to break up with me and were much too good a person not to do it face-to-face." Lifting her head, she kisses Daniel, smiling. "But you just showed up, you beautiful, ballsy boy."
"Ohhh... Mel did the pointing out, right?" Safe assumption, and Daniel smiles as he nuzzles back and returns the kiss. "I had no idea how you were going to react, at all. I'd looked up hotels in case."
"Most of it, yeah." The water is still warm but Vanessa gives a little shiver and a laugh. "How about we move on to conditioner and then continue this conversation tucked up in bed together?"
"OK, turn back away?" Once Vanessa's complied Daniel gets on with the conditioner, working quicker this time. "Should I worry about Mel? Is she going to turn up on my doorstep and make threats?" He's joking as he says it. Mostly.
"Mel? No. She's protective, in that way that sisters are, but by this time, she more or less trusts me to kick your arse myself if you needed that," Vanessa laughs, her eyes closed in pleasure. "She has a lot of faith in me, bless her."
"Well, I'm not planning on needing my arse kicked. I'll keep that in mind though." Daniel guides her back under the water, rinsing until the water runs clear and running his hands over her hair. "You know, I could brush your hair when it's dry, if you wanted."
"You could! That sounds lovely." Once she's all rinsed off, Vanessa twists the shower controls to stop the water flow and kisses him. "Towel time, hmm? The stained one is for my hair – it tends to leak a bit of dye, so it's best to get it wrapped up and out of the way whilst I dry the rest of me!"
"I've only ever been dark, or the bad bleach period, so I don't know that much about dye." Daniel dries himself off quickly first, just so he doesn't drip on the floor, then drapes one towel over his shoulder as he offers Vanessa the multicoloured one.
"God, I think I tried every colour under the sun when I was a teenager," Vanessa laughs, taking the towel. She flips her hair upside down and drapes the terrycloth over her head, twisting the fabric before she straightens and tucks the ends in at her nape, securing the makeshift turban. "I always liked the orange the best, though, and when I was deciding what I wanted to do a couple of years ago, to change up my look, I came back to that idea and it's been some shade of red/orange ever since." Rolling her eyes, she adds, "My hair is the one thing I'm kind of vain about, which is probably the only reason I'm still doing it a flame shade – I've been doing it so long, and reds are notorious for fading fast, that I actually need to add more dye like once a week now. It's crazy."
"It sounds like a hell of a lot of work," Daniel agrees, fetching one of the large clean towels and wrapping around Vanessa, starting to dry her body. "It suits you a lot though."
"It is! But I love it, so until the drudgery outweighs the joy, I'll keep doing it. Or until it all falls out in protest, at which point I guess I'll buy a wig." A laugh bubbles out and she watches the soft whiteness move over her, awakening her skin as it's dried. Vanessa reaches to trail fingers across Daniel's arm and shoulder, feeling his muscles flex under her fingertips; she's done it many times when he's working to get her off and it's different than that, more intimate in a strange way, but it still turns her on.
It seems like Vanessa is happy to keep letting Daniel take care of her and he smiles, pausing to give her a quick kiss before he hangs up the towel to dry. "Why do I think you'd have a different wig for every day of the week?"
She laughs. "Oh, probably!" The view as he's turned around is irresistible and Vanessa moves in close, her hands covering Daniel's on the towel bar as she fits her body to his, purring, "You know, I can think of much better things to do with your arse than kick it."
"Yeah?" Vanessa's small enough that Daniel doesn't so much lean back as just press against her, enjoying the heat of skin on skin. "Something in mind?" He did make the offer earlier, it's up to Vanessa whether or not she takes it now.
Her teeth find the skin under his shoulderblade, nipping sharply. "Yes. I want to fuck you."
"That's definitely a better thing." Her talking about his arse first means she probably means it about fucking him, and Daniel's more than happy with that, a shiver running down his spine at the touch of teeth.
Vanessa squeezes his hands on the bar, meaning it as a signal for them to stay put as her palms skim up his arms and across his chest, giving a passing tug on both nipple rings before her hands settle low on his abdomen, stroking the line of soft hair. "Feels good, doesn't it? Hearing that." She bites again, a little harder. "Knowing that it's not just my hair that's wet because of you."
Daniel keeps his hands curled loosely around the bar, head bowed forward. "Yes," he answers simply, cock starting to harden as Vanessa bites down and he wonders just how long the marks will last. "Yes."
"God, you're fucking beautiful." It doesn't stun her anymore when his smallest responses lift her right into topspace, though Vanessa will be in for her usual mind-whirl about it later. That's all rendered irrelevant by the way Daniel shivers when she bites him.
"Thank you Ma'am." Daniel isn't entirely sure what to say to that, but he isn't going to argue with a compliment and Vanessa sounds so pleased when she says it. So he just smiles and stays relaxed, offering himself to bite and touch and tease however she wants.
As much as Vanessa loves her bathroom, she's not keen on standing here on the slightly damp tiled floor when there's a bed in the next room. "Go pull down the covers and get in the middle while I towel-dry my hair."
"Yes Ma'am." Daniel takes one last chance to press against Vanessa as she lets him move away, then goes through to her bedroom. He folds the covers down until they're neatly out of the way at the bottom of the bed, then settles himself comfortably in the middle, stretched out on his back and waiting.
Vanity isn't a factor now as Vanessa gets as much moisture as she can out of her long hair. She doesn't even bother trying to comb it, simply flipping it over her shoulder and securing it loosely with a ribbon when she's done then going to find her boy, green eyes sparking with heat as she prowls towards the bed.
Daniel props himself up on his elbows as Vanessa walks in. He feels a bit like dinner – or at least dessert – but that isn't a bad thing. Just an interesting one, and he leans back down as she gets closer, smiling quietly.
"I see that smile, Froggie," she teases, crawling onto the mattress. He's all spread out for her, all hers, and Vanessa pauses her trip up and over his body to sink her teeth into the inside of one thigh, emitting a soft growl.
"Please..." is all Daniel manages at first, catching his breath as Vanessa bites down and he feels the growl against his skin. "Want your marks, please Ma'am." For later, for when he has to go back home, only the two of them knowing the marks are there.
This, Vanessa's learning, is part of the power between them: her teeth, his skin, the fresh bloom of bruises. Ownership. She slides a little higher and bites again, still growling as she digs her nails into Daniel's hips.
He's going to be marked all over, scratched and bruised and it feels right. Perfect. Daniel reaches one hand down to brush Vanessa's still-wet hair back from her face, watching her sink her teeth into his skin.
Green eyes flick up to meet blue and Vanessa smiles, licking at the tooth indents. She drags her tongue along his thigh and across to his cock, holding his pelvis down while she lavishes wet kisses on the erect flesh, the growl shifting to a purr.
The restraint gets another moan from Daniel – he could break it but that's not the point, she's put him into place and kept him there and Daniel's eyes flutter shut for a moment as he sinks into that feeling. But he wants to watch too, wants to see the way Vanessa licks and kisses, teasing at his cock.
Part of Vanessa is paying very close attention to Daniel's reactions, alert for the smallest sounds, the faint quiver in his stomach muscles when she pushes her tongue against his slit then sucks his cockhead into her mouth. But she's exploring his body according to what she wants, liking the taste of him filling her senses, the feel of his hipbones under her palms, his scent in her nostrils; her own noises are soft, appreciative as she sucks.
This might not be what everyone would call a scene but Daniel is damn sure this is going to go exactly how Vanessa wants it to. And the idea makes him want, not want one thing or the other but just want, finally sinking back against the pillows and giving Vanessa room to touch and taste and take any way she has in mind.
She recognises Daniel's surrender on a purely instinctive level and it spurs Vanessa on, shifting to suck and bite at his hip, his waist, his side, leaving a scattered trail of small hickeys as she works her way up.
Daniel reaches down to press his fingers against one of the marks, cock twitching as he does. Then he brushes his hand over Vanessa's hair, petting her as she travels upwards. "Thank you Ma'am."
The petting earns him a softer kiss, affection clear in the brush of her lips across the centre of his chest. Then Vanessa fastens her mouth to one pierced nipple and sucks skin and silver as hard as she can.
"Oh fuck..." Daniel doesn't try to hide his reaction, squirming under Vanessa, one hand clutching at the sheets. His other hand stays in her hair, encouraging her.
Teeth here, too, the piercings familiar enough that Vanessa knows what's safe, what feels good, what makes Daniel shiver. Her tongue prods at the hardened tip, flickering as she bites at the base of his nipple.
"Fuck..." Another low moan and Daniel tries not to arch up, gasping as Vanessa's tongue teases over his nipple. There's nothing to beg for, he's getting it already, and it's good enough to take his breath away.
The way he sounds brings a sharp ache between Vanessa's thighs. Running mostly on instinct now, she clamps her mouth around his nipple and tugs, giving a series of little headshakes, worrying at the stiff nub with her teeth. She wants more – more noises from Daniel, more reaction. Her hand worms under his back to grasp at his shoulderblade with her nails.
Another scratch, another mark, and the bite of nails has Daniel moaning as much as the tug of Vanessa's teeth. It's harder now to find words, pure pleasure rushing through him as Vanessa bites and sucks and marks her way across his body, so Daniel just lets the sounds come as they happen, giving up on trying to form them into thoughts.
Shifting over, Vanessa treats his other nipple to some of the same aggressive attention, leaning up afterwards to go for the ridge of his collarbone, pulling a dark bruise up on the thin skin there as she listens to him, every small sound Daniel makes thrumming through her body.
Daniel slides his hands down to cup Vanessa's arse and pull her closer against him, a whimper caught in his throat as she sucks. "Want you, please." He's not actually sure what she has in mind – earlier seemed obvious, now less so – but he slips one hand between her legs, encouraging more of whatever she plans to do.
The simple words set Vanessa alight and she grinds against Daniel's hand as she leans up to capture his mouth, her tongue pushing inside to take his. The press of her hips is insistent, wanting the pleasure he's offering her – demanding it, right now.
Sometimes Vanessa is reassuringly easy to read and Daniel presses his hand up hard against her, letting her rub against the heel of it as his fingers tease lower. He moans into the kiss, meeting it just as hungrily.
Her moans all but drown his, the waiting tension coiling rapidly within Vanessa as she rides his hand, shamelessly taking what she needs from Daniel until she soars, shaking against him and soaking his fingers.
Beautiful is all Daniel can think at first, drawing out the kiss as Vanessa shudders and he pushes his fingers up into her, ready to be pushed away and just as ready for her to keep riding his hand, keep taking for as long as she wants it.
That move is met with a growl and an arched back, her body welcoming. In the back of her mind, Vanessa still has the desire to fuck Daniel, but this is what she needs, pleasure cascading through her as the feel of the penetration mixes with the aftershocks of orgasm. She gets both hands into Daniel's hair and grips firmly. "So fucking good. I fucking love your hands."
The hold is tight enough to keep Daniel from going anywhere but he leans away from it anyway, just enough to feel the tug, know just how much Vanessa's keeping him where she wants him. "Good," he murmurs, touches rougher now he knows she wants it, fingers shoved deep inside her as she clenches around him.
"Ah," gritted out by his ear as Daniel's hands become surer, less gentle. Vanessa doesn't try to maintain a kiss this time, nuzzling and licking over his neck and throat instead – she won't bite, not here, and the urge is displaced so that she pulls at Daniel's hair to satisfy that need as she writhes over him, wholly intent on chasing sensation.
The way Vanessa holds onto him tells Daniel everything he needs to know and he keeps moving, hard little thrusts of his fingers as she grinds against his hand, giving as much as he can this way and watching as she takes the rest.
It's enough to spark off the deep, internal release Vanessa gets from being fucked, and that in turn lends itself to the manual stimulation of her clit to send her over again, uttering a sharp cry against Daniel's throat.
Now Daniel slows down a little but he tugs at her hold enough to nuzzle against her hair, eyes half-closed. "Enough, or more?" He doesn't actually know what the answer will be right now.
She could take more, and enjoy it, but Vanessa doesn't need it, and there's something else she wants to do. She squeezes her muscles around his fingers then lets go, hips lifting slightly to give him space to move his hand away. "Enough, sweet boy. Your turn," Vanessa smiles, reaching into her bedside drawer for lube.
Daniel takes his hand back as Vanessa moves, then sucks his fingers clean, eyes on her. Back to the plan again, and he pulls one of the pillows over to lean back against while she gets the lube.
"Those big blue eyes don't fool me, you know. You're a dirty boy," she says fondly, slicking her fingers. Vanessa's smile widens. "You'd better be, since you're mine."
"They don't?" Daniel bats his eyelashes, exaggerating it, and tries not to laugh. But he spreads his legs anyway, inviting as he looks up at her hopefully.
He's cute, a sentiment that Vanessa doesn't find at all incompatible with how sexy he is, offering himself to her so easily. In fact, the seeming discrepancy is a big part of what draws her in – Daniel appeals to her on so many simultaneous levels, inspiring emotional desire as much as physical. Not that Vanessa's thinking about that in so many words; it's evident, though, in the way her smile softens, green gaze intent on his face as she rubs lube over his pucker and slides one finger in, giving him a few shallow thrusts.
Now Daniel stops teasing, lifting his hips to meet Vanessa's hand as her finger slips inside him. "Please Ma'am." There's no need to beg when she's already giving him what he needs, but it never hurts to show just how much he's enjoying things and he keeps his eyes on Vanessa's.
Another time, Vanessa might tease, draw him fully into begging for her touch. That isn't what she wants today, though, and smoothly she doubles up, pushing deeper now, encouraging his body to open.
At some point Vanessa is going to have to let go and go fetch things if she wants to fuck him, and Daniel knows that. But he wraps a leg around her, trying to coax her closer, arching his back to push himself onto her hand and encourage more.
"God, you're beautiful," she repeats herself, caught by the rapture on Daniel's face. Vanessa dips her head to kiss and nuzzle against the inside of the knee that's still bent upright. "I know you don't like being put on display, but I so hope it's not uncomfortable for you when it's just me." Her eyes find his again. "I get such a lot of pleasure from watching you."
"Not when it's you, that's different." Totally different, but Daniel doesn't need to start explaining everything right now, they can talk about it later if Vanessa asks. "Might make me blush, but..." Vanessa doesn't seem to think that's a bad thing either.
A wicked little smile. "I don't mind if you don't."
"I don't mind," Daniel manages – as though that isn't obvious already. He keeps working himself against her hand, encouraging and inviting more as she fingers him, lips parted and cheeks flushed pink. He knows she's watching, more than just looking, but it's just her, just for her.
Vanessa works another finger in and then she has to kiss him, catching herself on her free hand as she leans down over Daniel, capturing his mouth for a brief, fervent kiss. She bumps her stomach against her other arm and has an idea. Bracing fully on her knees, Vanessa fits her pelvis in between Daniel's legs so that her knuckles are snugged against her mons. Experimentally, she thrusts, her hips pushing forward, driving her fingers deeper into his body. It gives her a bit of generalised stimulation too and her breath catches. "How does that feel?" she asks, as she thrusts again.
This time Daniel just whimpers – he knows there's a question there, fully intends to answer, but there's that catch in Vanessa's breath, the warmth of her body between his thighs, and it takes him a minute. "Good, it's good." He wraps his other leg around her too, and pushes himself up for another kiss.
It's a little awkward but Vanessa manages to get a rhythm going, hips rocking, fucking Daniel with her fingers. She keeps up the kisses as best she can, mouths meeting and parting with her motion, her tongue twining around Daniel's, teeth nipping at his lower lip. She doesn't want to move away or stop even for a minute and from the sounds he's making, Daniel is just fine with that.
It's strange in the best way, the whole movement of her body sending shivers through Daniel and he pulls her against him, keeps encouraging with hands curved over her arse. A thought takes shape and with one finger still slick from her he brushes down between her cheeks, fingertip rubbing over her hole. No more than that, no push or demand, just a little more for her as she fucks him.
Vanessa whines deep in her throat and manages, "The lube's by your right hip." The remnants on his hand aren't enough to make fingering feel good but now that the option's arisen, she wants it, wants the friction and the slide and the feel of him inside her.
It takes a second to remember which is right – up and down are hazy concepts right now too – but Daniel finds the lube, slicking up his fingers and waiting until Vanessa presses close against him to start working one inside. The whine is a reward on its own, the way she moves with him, and he smiles up at her as he teases.
"Fuck. Daniel," and her mouth fuses to his, taking that smile – taking everything she can get from him.
Daniel couldn't answer that in words even if she let him and he kisses back hard and hungry, free hand curled over Vanessa's shoulder to hold her close. It's a jumble of impressions, her fingers inside him, her body tight around his fingers, the scent of skin and sex and the way she moans as he pushes his fingers deeper, and he's close enough to the edge that the feel of her pressed against his cock drags another whimper from him.
He sounds so good, so good, under and in and around her. Vanessa's nearly dizzy with it all. She pants against Daniel's neck, "Put your hand on your cock, if you need to. I want to feel you come."
A few strokes is all it takes, body close enough to the edge that just having permission pulls a moan from Daniel. He keeps fucking Vanessa with his fingers, movements ragged as he tenses, fingers pushed in deep as he comes.
The warm splash against her skin, the feel of his body tight around her fingers, the obvious effort Daniel's making to continue pleasuring her even through his orgasm and the way he can't keep a perfectly steady rhythm – Vanessa's suddenly frantic with need, stilling her hand with her fingers still inside him and writhing against her own knuckles, sharp moans falling freely as she strains.
Daniel doesn't try to kiss Vanessa now, just watches her rub against her hand, the desperate movements translating to another shudder of sensation for him, just this side of too much. She's messier than when they got in the shower, cheeks flushed, hair slipping down from the ponytail, and beautiful.
"Oh shit oh God," her voice high and tight as she nears the edge, and then Vanessa lets out a little shriek, release flashing electric through her body, shaking against Daniel.
Vanessa's hand is between them but Daniel can feel every shudder, travelling through her fingers still inside him. His breath catches, spent cock twitching, and he nuzzles against Vanessa's hair as she lays over him.
Once she's able, Vanessa shifts back, gently pulling her hand away from Daniel's body. He's already moved his, cupping the curve of her arse again, and she settles back on top of him with a sigh, draped bonelessly now, sated and drained.
Daniel isn't really the 'roll over and go to sleep afterwards' type, but he's definitely appreciating that Vanessa doesn't expect him to move right now. At least not further than it takes to lift his head and kiss her cheek, nuzzling against her with his eyes closed.
"Mmm, yeah," another sigh, laughter clear in Vanessa's tone. She rubs his chest with her clean hand, enjoying the feel of relaxed muscle under her palm. Her thoughts are hazy, indistinct, but one comes clear and she says, "You're like a rock for me, you know? Frog Rock." Vanessa laughs. "Not to be confused with that genre that starts with P."
It takes a moment for Daniel to untangle the words but he laughs, then nuzzles her cheek again. "You make me happy," he answers simply.
The strength of her emotional response to the straightforward statement takes Vanessa off guard and she blinks back tears, turning her face to kiss and nuzzle his throat, feeling overwhelmed in the most extraordinary way. Her voice is a bit rough when she agrees, "Yeah, me too," staying right where she is, wrapped close in Daniel's arms.
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