Till Death Do Us Part..

Brendon continued even as the sky began to get dark, lost in the pleasure that rolled through him, not wanting to ever stop.

Jack watched Mark and Artemis from the edge of the field, scyth in hand. Mark had always thought it was odd that he carried a scyth instead of a regular blade, now it would be weird if he didn't have it.

Allen-driving.

Grace-lost in Brendon.

^condensed version.

Brendon slowed, rolling off and onto his back, closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.

Jack-watching

((Gah, I have to go, Grandma's on her way home. TTYL))

Grace curled up next to him happily, letting her fingers trace circles on his chest. "Love you." She whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest, and lower.

"Love you." Brendon said as he clutched the sheets, stifling a groan.

Grace smiled at his reaction to her fingers and let them dance around his thighs for a moment before smiling mischievously and pulling them back and placing her hand behind her head. "Hmm, so what do we do now?"

Brendon let out a deep breath and looked over at her with a smile. "Whatever you'd like. We have books, board games, a garage."

Grace owned over and gave him a light, almost kiss. Her eyes glittering mischievously as she pulled back and scooted to the edge of the bed, she wondered exactly how much teasing he could take. "Well, I say we read."

Brendon's arm snaked around her waist as he sat up and kissed her neck. "Alright. We can read."

Grace smiled and turned to give him a proper, deep kiss, her fingers trailing down his chest into his lap. "Wonderful." She murmured and pulled herself away and looked around for her clothes, waiting to see his reaction.

Brendon frowned and raised his brow. "Since when did you need clothes to read?"

Grace looked at him with a smile, "Do you have books in here?" She asked stepping back over to the bed and letting her hand rest on his leg.

Brendon nodded and smiled. "I do," he grabbed hold of her, pulling her back down onto the bed with him. "What would you like to read?"

Grace grinned, pressing up against him. "Hm, I think I wanna read Jane Erye. Do you have that one?" Her hand crept down his leg towards his torso.

"I'm not sure I have that one," Brendon said as he kissed the hollow of her neck, pulling her leg up to hook around his waist. "We might have to search for it."

"That's too bad." Grace murmured, tightening the leg around him. "I do love that book." She moved her hand a little higher, letting it dance across the sensitive skin.

Brendon's body shuddered as he pulled her closer, kissing her as he moved so he was over her. "Perhaps we could look for it." He murmered between kisses.

Grace kissed him, the fire returning to her body. "Perhaps." She muttered, "Or maybe we don't have to read." She led her hands up his body until they wrapped around his neck.

"And what else would we do?" Brendon murmered between kisses, his hands wrapped around her, keeping her close to him.

"I'll let you figure that out." She murmured and gave him a particularly deep kiss, letting her passion pour into it. She pressed herself up against him, waiting to see just how long he would last. This was a fun game.

Brendon didn't last very long. As soon as she pressed her body to his, he became tangled up in her.

Grace's breath caught as a wave of pleasure shot through her and she kissed him again. "I like this idea." She managed to murmur as she hooked her other leg around him.

Brendon grunted in response, as he kissed her deeply, his body pressed to her so that there was no space between them. His hands roamed all over her body as he moved.

Grace moaned softly, her body drowning in pleasure. Gripping. Him tighter she kissed him fiercely. Her arms around his neck were in a death grip, not planning on letting go anytime soon.