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can_finish_them) wrote2022-06-01 11:07 pm
can_finish_them) wrote2022-06-01 11:07 pm
HERE BE SMUT - or, the Martin/Kaidy/Izzy Menage A Trois literally nobody expected
Timeline Notes:
- Kaidy goes back to Ed and Izzy's world; they're in a port. She accidentally/through sheer nosiness walks in on Izzy being confronted by his ex-shipmates/abusers. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
- Post-fight, she offers Izzy a hug. He says 'fuck off'. Eeeeeeeeventually while they're drinking he leans against her and she puts an arm around his shoulders briefly. They agree that Kaidy will completely forget anything she saw/heard and he won't tell Martin that she killed people.
- Some Time Later, they're in the bar in various groups, chatting on the sofas. Eventually, Izzy falls asleep on Kaidy's shoulder; she threatens anyone who wakes him up or takes the piss with extensive mutilation. (She also gets him a blanket.) This is never mentioned again by either of them.
- Not That Much Time Later, Martin and Kaidy are asleep in their room upstairs and are woken by a knock at the door. When Kaidy opens it, she finds a very distressed Izzy smelling strongly of the Dutch Courage required to get him to their door. He mumbles something about a bad night and asks to sleep at the foot of their bed. Kaidy and Martin discuss, agree to let him in, but insist he takes the couch. ("Dogs sleep on the floor, Iz. You're a human, you get the sofa.") Some Nightmares Later, he winds up in their bed. The next morning, he brings them tea while they're still asleep and flees in shame.
- Afterwards (possibly, though not necessarily, the next day) Martin and Kaidy manage to find him in the bar. Nobody is entirely sure how to discuss what happened, eventually Kaidy has a fit of inspiration and just goes, matter-of-factly, "Hey, next time you come back, can we get bacon butties as well?"
- There are a few platonic repeats of this. They find him pyjamas. (Black, obviously.) Izzy slowly moves up the bed from just within reach of his hair from them to almost completely between them.
- Eventually, after some pre-discussion, Martin and Kaidy are awake when Izzy flees. "Look, I didn't think you were into women, but if you want to stick around... you're welcome to join in." Izzy says, "Fuck off." Izzy doesn't move. Kaidy offers him her hand.
- Kaidy goes back to Ed and Izzy's world; they're in a port. She accidentally/through sheer nosiness walks in on Izzy being confronted by his ex-shipmates/abusers. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
- Post-fight, she offers Izzy a hug. He says 'fuck off'. Eeeeeeeeventually while they're drinking he leans against her and she puts an arm around his shoulders briefly. They agree that Kaidy will completely forget anything she saw/heard and he won't tell Martin that she killed people.
- Some Time Later, they're in the bar in various groups, chatting on the sofas. Eventually, Izzy falls asleep on Kaidy's shoulder; she threatens anyone who wakes him up or takes the piss with extensive mutilation. (She also gets him a blanket.) This is never mentioned again by either of them.
- Not That Much Time Later, Martin and Kaidy are asleep in their room upstairs and are woken by a knock at the door. When Kaidy opens it, she finds a very distressed Izzy smelling strongly of the Dutch Courage required to get him to their door. He mumbles something about a bad night and asks to sleep at the foot of their bed. Kaidy and Martin discuss, agree to let him in, but insist he takes the couch. ("Dogs sleep on the floor, Iz. You're a human, you get the sofa.") Some Nightmares Later, he winds up in their bed. The next morning, he brings them tea while they're still asleep and flees in shame.
- Afterwards (possibly, though not necessarily, the next day) Martin and Kaidy manage to find him in the bar. Nobody is entirely sure how to discuss what happened, eventually Kaidy has a fit of inspiration and just goes, matter-of-factly, "Hey, next time you come back, can we get bacon butties as well?"
- There are a few platonic repeats of this. They find him pyjamas. (Black, obviously.) Izzy slowly moves up the bed from just within reach of his hair from them to almost completely between them.
- Eventually, after some pre-discussion, Martin and Kaidy are awake when Izzy flees. "Look, I didn't think you were into women, but if you want to stick around... you're welcome to join in." Izzy says, "Fuck off." Izzy doesn't move. Kaidy offers him her hand.
Scene 1: Quite Early One Morning
"Mrlgh," she says, with a tongue like cotton wool; swallows thickly, swallows again, and pushes herself into more or less sitting up.
(Martin still hasn't moved; a ruffle of bright red hair crests one pillow.)
"Morning," she manages quietly, on the second attempt: if Martin's somehow not awake yet, she sees no reason to change that unnecessarily. "You all right, Iz?"
Freshly awake, he looks like a very ruffled owl, but blinks at her incredulously. "Getting your breakfast," he says, with the thinly-tried patience of someone explaining the extremely obvious to the very slow. "It's my job."
Something about the way Izzy says it jars something in her brain until she frowns back at him.
"Not every time, it isn't," she informs him firmly, sitting up properly and swinging her legs out from under the sheets. "And today's my turn."
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"K'dys d'n bre'fst. Yr m'pillow." He mumbles, not entirely coherently, and after a wide yawn, nuzzles his face between Izzy's shoulder blades dropping a kiss there for good measure.
Izzy's face is a swirling mess of emotions, too early for him to have the mask on tight enough for them not to escape, but he lands on something that looks like it might be grudging acceptance, and gives Kaidy a gruff nod.
"S'pose I ought to get him vertical if there's food in the offing." This could of course also be considered a job, but there's just no stopping some people.
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"It is one of your major talents," she agrees, and leans back across the bed enough to press a kiss to Izzy's forehead, her thumb tracking slowly down the morning stubble on his cheek. "But seriously... you're not our fucking servant, Iz."
And even he isn't short enough to be the maid.
Izzy's expression is a complicated and often dangerous thing to read at the best of times, so right now she doesn't try; she stands up, instead, and picks up her bra from wherever it got dropped or thrown to last night.
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Martin's arm slides down Izzy's body as he turns, wrist ending up resting comfortably in the dip of his hip, Martin's fingers just brushing the small of his back.
"Come on you." Izzy pokes Martin in the side.
"Don't wanna." Martin replies, with his eyes still tightly shut. "M'sleeping."
"Up." Izzy prods again. "Your girlfriend is fetching breakfast. Least you can do is be awake when she gets back."
"Hrmmmmm." Martin grumbles, still feigning sleep with his eyes screwed up tight. "Yeah well, your boyfriend wants to snuggle you a while longer." He replies, pressing himself closer into Izzy's space.
Izzy freezes for a moment, and Martin, in the middle of trying to bury his face into the centre of Izzy's surprisingly warm and generously furry chest, thinks back over what he just said.
His eyes open slowly, warily, but he deliberately looks up into Izzy's wide stare.
"That's okay isn't it? We haven't really talked about all the.. specifics and that yet, but. Is that okay Izzy? I can not.. if you'd prefer it?"
Izzy's breath all runs out in one long stream until Martin feels like he's clutching at a deflating balloon.
"Yeah, that's. Hmm. Not sure. Talk about it later, yeah?"
Martin smiles like the sun coming out from behind clouds, and leans forwards to smudge his lips against Izzy's, the smile still looming through the kiss.
He pulls back to mumble, "Morning Iz," for a second, before licking into Izzy's mouth heedless of morning breath, and letting his fingertips skitter over Izzy's skin from the small of his back all the way up his spine to finally tangle in his salt and pepper hair.
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Then again, maybe not. He's certainly come out with worse things.
In any case, she's not telepathic, but she is very much in need of a morning smoke, so she pulls on the bare minimum of clothing (underwear, trousers, boots... a good sports bra hides a lot of sins, and the ones it doesn't she's proud of) and, with a last thoughtful glance back at the two still in the bed, heads out the door.
Bar provides her with a new pack of her preferred cigarettes to slot neatly into her silver case, along with a smaller mug of tea; it's a nice bright morning, so for once she declines to inflict her filthy nicotine habit on the rest of the bar and instead strolls outside for a leisurely first smoke of the day in the sunshine just outside the back door.
(She does... wonder about Izzy. God knows she hadn't been at all sure that getting into a relationship with Martin was a good idea in the first place, given her long and notable history as a destructive romantic fuck-up, but at least he's relatively easy to read. Izzy, though, is quite possibly the weirdest little man she's ever met* -- and, more to the point, is almost impossible to read when he wants to be, which is most of the time. It isn't that she doesn't like Izzy, because - in defiance of all laws of probability and common sense - she does: he's dry, and smart, and adorably fun to spoil under that fizzing-with-repression, hyper-macho, balloon-about-to-burst exterior. He's just also... well, Izzy, with all that entails, and, well. She wonders, that's all.
She's also still wondering if she should have tipped Martin off about the fight back in Izzy's world - or rather, what it had told her about Izzy's earlier life. But she'd promised him, and she keeps her promises.
Anyway. Too late to put the brakes on now. Again. That might as well have been the family motto, really.)
Cigarette spent, Kaidy bolts back the last of the tea, pops in a breath mint, and returns to the bar for the usual breakfast order of bacon sandwiches and noticeably larger mugs of tea for three.
The whole thing is not particularly easy to carry back, even on a tray. Still, they can't have got up to much while she was gone.
*Okay, that might be unfair. But he's in the top three.
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Martin sighs happily into the kiss, a breath that twists into a whine as Izzy's fingers trace down his chest, and catch unerringly on Martin's nipple before giving it a wicked pinch.
The moan punches out of him and dissolves into their mouths, and he tastes the twist of Izzy's grin. Feels the shape of it in Izzy's mouth as Izzy pulls back from the kiss only to pinch Martin's nipple again, and the moan this time is unmuffled by other lips, accompanied with a gasp and a full body shudder.
"You like that then?" Izzy asks, fingers giving a short sharp tug. Martin whines in the back of his throat.
"Yessssssss."
"Good boy."
This time Martin's whine is shakier, more of a whimper.
"Oh fuck. Again?"
Izzy leans down to press a kiss into the hollow of Martin's throat before simultaneously biting down and twisting his fingers.
Martin lets out a cry that is hardwired to Izzy's cock, and jerks his hips upwards grinding against fresh air. Izzy's perched too high up to offer anything in the way of friction.
"Very good." Izzy breathes against the reddened mark on his collarbone. He mouths his way to Martin's poor abused nipple, leaving a trail of bites in his wake, and latches on with teeth and tongue.
"Fuuuuuuuck!" Martin breathes.
"Oh fuck! Oh- pleeeease?!" He murmurs, hands fisting tight into Izzy's hair.
A litany of 'please's spill from his lips over and over as Izzy nips and sucks and licks his way down to Martin's hipbones, with a brief scrambling rearrangement to crowd Martin higher up the bed.
Izzy curls a hand round Martin's cock, and holding Martin's gaze, wraps his lips around the head. Martin lets out a thin low wail, followed by a crunch of nonsense syllables as Izzy breaks their eye contact in favour of taking more of Martin into his mouth, and starting to suck.
Between one thing and another they've both pretty much forgotten that breakfast is incoming.
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Kaidy opens the door just as Martin cries out, and - tray or no tray - is through and closing it about as quickly as she's ever moved in her life. (Just because she's always rather fancied the idea of showing him off doesn't mean Martin - or for that matter, Izzy - shouldn't get a say in the matter first...)
She just about remembers to put their breakfast down on a side table without dropping anything, before sprawling like a king into a chair to... well. Watch the show.
Unsurprisingly, neither of the two on the bed have noticed her yet -- Well. Izzy might; Martin is quite clearly in another place entirely. She toes off her shoes and socks, hungry eyes not leaving them, her hands sliding down her body and sneaking into her pants... Mmm. Yes. Yes. Oh, well done, Izzy.
And then Izzy wraps his lips around Martin's cock, and Martin has to drag one hand out of Izzy's hair to fling an arm across his face and muffle the frantic sounds he's making. Izzy takes his mouth away a few moments later, and Martin lets out a barely stifled whimper at this sudden denial.
"Hands off your face, you," Izzy orders him, voice low and rumbling and heated. "If you want it, I want to hear you beg for it."
"He does make pretty noises, doesn't he?" Kaidy agrees, and this time she does move to the bed, picking up the bottle of lotion from the bedside table. "I keep telling him, but he never believes me."
She pulls her other hand from her trousers in order to caress slowly across Izzy's broad shoulders; he shudders as she finds a sensitive knot of scar tissue and rubs.
"You heard the man, Red. Hands off your face or he'll keep that clever mouth of his away."
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His eyes meet hers at roughly the same moment that Izzy decides to reward his obedience by licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the head, and then swallowing him down to the root in one go.
"FUCK!" He howls at a far louder volume than he was expecting, their hands tearing apart as Martin makes a desperate grab for Izzy's hair instead, although if pressed he couldn't say whether it's an attempt to slow things down or speed them up.
"Izzy! Ohmigod! Kay- hnnngggggg!" The end of Kaidy's name is cut off into a whine as Izzy does something unexpected with his tongue.
Izzy bobs up and down a few times before pulling off to look triumphantly up at Kaidy.
"Any suggestions Captain?" His voice is raspier than usual, and a smirk creases his face.
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When Martin pulls his hand from hers she moves to finger-comb through the hair at the back of Izzy's head instead, kissing and nuzzling along his shoulders and back and neck until he shivers and hisses around Martin's cock.
"I wouldn't care to improve on perfection, Mr. Hands," she replies with a grin when Izzy finally pulls away from Martin, and nips sharply at his earlobe. "Although." Her eyes dance for a moment, and she reaches across to tweak one of Martin's nipples with her fingertips until he squeals and arches. "I do seem to remember you saying something about making him beg..."
"Mmm." Izzy's eyelids flutter at the press of her teeth to his ear, but his grin turns wolfish. "I did, didn't I?"
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"Please, yes! Anything, please just more!"
Izzy's wolfish grin splits into a dark chuckle.
"Greedy boy, ain't he?" He remarks to Kaidy. "And he's got to- Be. More. Specific!"
He punctuates his words with a series of quick pinches to Martin's inner thigh, belly, and finally to his other nipple which is probably feeling left out by now.
Martin lets out a squeal at each tiny burst of pain.
"Now.. What do you want?" Izzy asks, soothing his hand back from Martin's nipple, across his soft belly and down to take hold of his cock again.
His words are heavy, and his eyes burn darkly into Martin's.
Martin's words pour out of him in a flood. "Your mouth. Oh fuck! I want your mouth on me Izzy pleeease!"
Izzy chuckles again.
"Good boy." He drops a kiss onto the head of Martin's dick. Martin whines, though whether it's Izzy's words or the touch of his lips that sets Martin off is unclear. (As Kaidy has long since figured out, Martin does love to be good.)
"And good boys get rewards."
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Martin really does make the most interesting sounds: moans that start right at the deepest end of his vocal range; half-swallowed whimpers; stuttering little squeaks that might be Izzy's name, or 'please', or 'more', or something else entirely as they twist into nothing but pleasured incoherence.
"You perfect little shit, Iz."
Kaidy snickers against Izzy's back, grazing her teeth thoughtfully against (yet another) scar and enjoying the way he flexes against her warm body in response. "You know how much work I've put into getting that boy to use his words?"
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"Mmmm. Well worth your time though."
He arches back to share a heated kiss with Kaidy under Martin's gaze, licking the salt of him into her mouth, and breaks it to continue where he left off.
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She leans into the kiss with a soft noise at the back of her throat, enjoying the taste of Martin on Izzy's lips and the knowledge of his eyes on the both of them, her fingertips tracking slowly down Izzy's chest to delicately pick out his nipples with the lightest of pressures from her nails.
Showing off for Martin's benefit? Her?
...Well, maybe just a little bit.
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Martin, unsurprisingly, also appreciates her efforts a great deal right now, at least if the sounds coming out of his mouth are an indication.
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"Tastes good, doesn't he, sweets?" She braces herself against Izzy's sturdy back again to push herself upright and pour lotion into one hand, clicking the bottle shut and tossing it aside to lean back in. Wrapped around him again, she kisses and nips and caresses across Izzy's shoulders, her hand now snaking over his hips to wrap slick and firm around his cock.
(She does so love to sweet-talk Izzy. With anyone else it would be dirty talk, but the effects of compliments and endearments are, with him, much the same.
Maybe one day she'll tie him up and just talk to him until he comes for her. Ooh. Now there's an interesting thought...)
"Clever boy, Israel," she murmurs darkly, pressing her lips to the prettily-drawn swallow on his neck and nuzzling; when she says his full name, smoky warm breath so close to his ear, it's with three syllables and a voice like something molten. Like a song. "Good boy. Going to live up to your tattoo for him, hmm?"
Her hand is moving steadily; her other arm curls round his broad chest, finds a nipple, and pinches.
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And yet...
The bright sugar crunch of 'sweets' unexpectedly sets light to something in his brain.
And he does. He really does taste good though.
The hot salt bitter taste-smell of Martin, the slide of him on his tongue, a solid softness, a weight, an ache starting to creep into the sides of his jaw, the tickling scrape of hair against his nose when he pushes himself to take Martin all the way in, it's a whole world of good good yes good more.
Izzy's eyes have fluttered shut, though he couldn't pinpoint when exactly it happened, so when her fingers wrap tight and sure around his own cock he isn't expecting it.
A lightning flash of heat runs through Izzy from Kaidy's hand around his dick to the press of her lips at his throat, and for a second he feels like Kaidy is kissing Martin through his skin and his blood fizzes with a great and joyous want. Her voice echoes in his head, 'Good boy, Clever boy', and a wail trembles out of him, pushing past Martin's cock and bouncing off the walls.
At the vibration Martin's fingers clench wildly in his hair. Kaidy's fingers pinch at his nipple, and a spark of pain blooms at his chest. These bursts of pain feed back into the whole, building layer upon layer of pleasure.
Kaidy's words are just the icing on a particularly delicious cake.
'Good boy. Clever boy. Is-ra-el.'
Izzy comes apart and Martin follows, wailing his own release to the ceiling and yes, Izzy absolutely does live up to his tattoo.
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God, he's really something when he's like this. (Well, he's always something. But especially like this.).
"I've got you," Kaidy breathes; she was already practically draped over Izzy's back, but now she's twined as close around his scarred, utterly solid body as she can possibly get: arms caught tight around his waist, opened belt buckle a snap of cold against his bare thigh, face tucked into the crook between his neck and shoulder as he bucks helplessly into her fist and she presses kiss after long, hot, hard kiss to his tattoo. Moving along his throat, her teeth find the soft skin at the point his neck meets his shoulder and bite down, just enough to give him a focus point. He's so warm he's like holding a furnace; he shivers and moans and it's as if he's shuddering through her, as if he's falling apart at the seams.
"That's it, baby," she murmurs, punctuating each phrase and the bright new mark on his collar with more kisses, as if she can't get enough of him, as if she'll never get enough. "That's right, take it all... Fuck, Iz, you're so good, you're so so good."
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He breathes.
'So good, so good' echoes in his thoughts, and his head spins with it.
His cheek brushes against Martin's softening mouth-damp warmth, and he nuzzles towards it, eyes still closed, navigating by feel, by smell, by the drag of nails through his hair.
As he comes back to himself his eyes drift open, and he smiles up at Martin, dropping a kiss to the head of his cock, and pushing himself up a little.
"Delicious." He comments, smirking a touch. His voice is more than a little bit wrecked now, and it was pretty damn gravelly to start with.
Martin squirms at the overstimulation, but beams down at him with the smile of a man whose brain is still in the process of rebooting. Then his gaze tears itself away from Izzy, and is pulled inexorably instead to Kaidy.
Martin gives a satisfied little hum. "Your turn next. Any thoughts?"
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Kaidy returns Martin's look with a brilliant wolfish grin, unwrapping her fist from Izzy's dick and planting one last hard kiss on his swallow tattoo before peeling herself away from his back.
"I might have one or two," she admits. "But first... c'mere, you." She crooks a finger under Izzy's chin, pulling him in by his beard for a short but thorough kiss. Mmm.
"You sound fucking spectacular right now," she informs Izzy softly, breaking away from him, and then her eyes dance and her wicked grin returns as her voice lifts, too. "As you were, Mr. Hands."
Her first thought had been to wipe the hand that had been holding Izzy on her trousers, but she's got a much better idea than that...
"Hello, Captain Crieff." Leaving Izzy to his own devices for the moment, she pushes herself up the bed in one sudden movement to sprawl on her side at Martin's eyeline. "Miss me?" she asks, and gives him a quick, clinging little kiss. "Because I've missed those lips of yours..."
Smiling, she rubs her still-sticky and just about dripping forefinger meaningfully over his full lower lip. "Going to use them for me, Red?"
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Martin jostles a little at the sudden bounce of Kaidy lying next to him, and delights at the quick press of her lips to his. Of course he's missed her. It's been ages since they last kissed. Since last night for god's sake. Might just as well be years.
And then she slides a finger across his lip, painting his mouth with Izzy's come and oh jesusfuckingchrist of course he opens wide, ready to lick her fingers clean as can be. He'll take anything she gives him.
His hand tightens in Izzy's hair, and Izzy follows the tug and wriggles his way up to join them.
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God almighty, but Martin makes her smile. It's one of his many talents - quite possibly her favourite of them. He's just so damn sweet, to say nothing of always being so adorably happy to see her.
(And yes, she's missed him, too.)
Her eyes crinkle fondly at the corners at the way he pouts his lips and hollows his cheeks around each of her fingers in turn, kissing and sucking them clean from knuckle to tip. She can't quite resist kissing his cheek as he does; after all, he's quite right, it's practically been forever since they last kissed.
Izzy gently shakes his hair free from Martin's fingers as he squirms up the bed to them both, chasing the last of the afterglow, the thoughtless comfort to which he's still a little unaccustomed. This time, he tucks himself close against Kaidy's back, soothed by the warmth and the scent of her: expensive shampoo, perfume and skin creams; cigarette smoke and engine oil and soft skin - as he kisses the nape of her neck. He breathes, slow and increasingly easy, as his work-rough hands smooth their way down her back to finally undo her bra.
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His fingers slide up her arm and encounter Izzy's on their way down clutching a bra strap, and he hums into the kiss as they tangle together.
"Mmm. You seem a bit overdressed there," he manages to get out as he comes up for air, "how about we fix that?"
He gives her a crooked little grin and starts to kiss his way down, taking the bra strap from Izzy and continuing it's removal.
He makes sure to take detours to all the places that need an extra kiss, like the scarring on her shoulder; or the places that need extra attention, like the hollow just above her collarbone which has a couple of freckles hiding in it that look just fantastic when he bites and sucks just enough to leave a swirling galaxy bruise as their backdrop; or the inkmarks of her tattoos which have all been in place for long enough to have settled into her skin, but he still likes the thought of being able to taste them on his tongue.
He slides down far enough to give a sucking kiss with a scrape of teeth to each nipple and then rests his chin on her breastbone to send another wonky grin her way.
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She smiles back at Martin, belying the languidness of her lips with eyes that dark and heated. "My thoughts exactly, Captain."
Her fingers had been curled through Martin's hair as they kissed, short blunt nails just long enough to catch against his scalp; she pulls them away with a ruffle of his curls in order to help him and Izzy slide her bra strap down her arm and free. She reaches behind herself, instead, finding the nape of Izzy's neck and encouraging him closer to her, a suggestion he is more than happy to accommodate.
Martin's kisses make her arch back against Izzy's warm, solid body with a sigh that fades into something almost like a moan; he responds with an almost entirely unintelligible bass mumble, nuzzling against her nape as his hands stroke down her torso, fumbling-pushing down her boxers and trousers together until he can reach the softest skin at the highest point of her inner thighs.