"Nope."
So much steady pleasure, it doesn't seem possible. I can't believe I've missed out on this for so long. I want to stay in bed with him forever, making up for lost time.
As much as I love his touch, I want him inside me. I wish he could live there.
He moves, hovering over me, and I reach down to caress him. He's hard, and I want him, so I guide him between my legs again. Needing no further instruction, he pushes into me and I feel complete. I spread my knees wider as he moves deeper, closing my eyes and moaning with pleasure.
Slow can be nice, too, apparently. But as we approach the peak of pleasure, our movements are more hurried, harder, faster. I come first, and he follows. He crushes me with his weight again, but I welcome it, wrapping my arms around him.
He's still inside me, my arms still wrapped around him, when I say, "I thought of something you should bring tomorrow night."
"What's that?" he murmurs, eyes still closed.
"Condoms."
He nods, easing out of me and rolls into his side. "I will absolutely get those."
"A big box," I specify.
"The biggest."
I grin, turning and burrowing against him. "It's really cold in here. I need you to stay and keep me warm. So I don't freeze to death. Strictly a matter of life and death."
Liam smirks, and I want to kiss his face again. "I still wish I could and I'm still not going to. You can come up with as many reasons as you want to, the result won't change."
I give him a lazy shrug. "Can't blame a girl for trying."
I wish something would work. Anything. It's scary to think about him leaving again tomorrow, knowing I'll have to go through the same thing. Only tomorrow, I'll know I won’t even see him again until after... whatever. And it's undoubtedly dangerous.
"Is Blondie doing whatever it is you're doing, too?"
"Lance? Yeah."
I'm surprised he even answered me. Maybe I can get more information if I come at it the back way. "Are there other people involved, or just you two?"
"More."
"It sounds like a big operation," I guess.
He shrugs. I trace circles on his chest with my finger.
"Why would Raj want me dead?"
Liam sighs heavily. "I don't want to talk about this."
"You're going to kill Pietro, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Finally, something!
"Paul?"
"Oh yes."
I smile, though I'm sure that's probably not the appropriate reaction.
"Others?"