He came, and they got it wrong.
She went up on her knees at the same moment he leaned in, and her forehead caught him on the cheekbone with a Tok they both felt in their teeth.
She said "ow". He said "sorry". She said "no, my fault", and neither of them moved back.
The second go was better.
Her mouth was warm, and she had no idea what to do with it, and neither did he, and for about ten seconds it was two strangers bumping into each other in the dark.
Then her hand came up and got hold of the side of his neck, and something in it caught, and it stopped being that.
She made a small sound against his mouth. Mm. It went straight down him.
He got a hand into her hair, and Snap, the band gave up completely and it came down round her face, and she kissed him harder and grabbed for something to hold and found nothing, because he had nothing on, so she put her palm flat on his chest and shoved. He went back onto his heels and took her with him.
She got her own top off.
He was too slow for her, so she did it herself, up over her head, and it caught on her chin and she made an annoyed noise and dragged it the rest of the way and threw it, and it hit the far wall with a wet Slap and slid down behind the bench.
Then she stopped, on her knees in front of him in a plain grey bra that was a size too big, and put her chin up like she was daring him.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're deciding."
"I'm not deciding."
She reached behind herself, missed the clasp, got it on the second go, Click, and pulled the bra off her arms and dropped it.
Her boobs came out small and pale with the nipples already hard, and she went red all the way down her chest and did not cover herself up.
He put his mouth on one of them.
"Oh."
Both her hands went into his hair. He worked the nipple with his tongue and then took it between his teeth, very lightly, and she said a word he would not have guessed she knew.
"Sorry."
"Don't."
"Do that again."
He did that again. Her nails went into his scalp.
He got her down onto her back on the tile, Creak as her shoulders came against the bench leg, and pulled the leggings and her knickers off in one go, Rustle, over her hips and off her feet, and she lifted for him without being asked.
Then she was flat on the floor of the away changing room at Meadow Lane with nothing on at all, and her knees were already open.
She was soaked. Her thighs were wet on the inside and her pussy was open and shining, and she did not close her legs when he looked, and she did not look away either.
"Is that alright?"
"Is what alright?"
"Me. All of it. Like that."
"Ellie," he said. "Yeah."
"Right. OK."
"Can I?"
"Please."
He put two fingers into her cunt, and she came up off the tile with a noise that had no shape in it at all.
She was hot and tight round them and running down into his palm, and he worked them slowly, in to the knuckle and out, and found her clit with his thumb and started moving it in circles.
"Oh God. Oh God."
"Alright?"
"Don't stop doing that."
Her heels started sliding on the wet tile, Tak-tak, because there was nothing in that room to brace against, so he got his other arm under the small of her back and lifted her off the cold and kept his hand going, and she started fucking herself up onto his fingers with her mouth open and both hands clamped over her face.
Schlk. Schlk. Schlk.
"Move your hands."
"No."
"I want to see you."
She moved her hands.
She was red from the collarbones up, and her eyes were wet, and she looked straight at him and kept looking, and about forty seconds later everything in her pulled in on itself and her cunt gripped his fingers in waves and she came so hard she went completely silent.
She lay there afterwards with her chest going. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Her heart, hard enough that he felt it through his arm.
"Was that..." She swallowed. "Was that alright?"
"Was it alright?"
"I don't know what I'm meant to say."
"Ellie."
"What."
He took his hand out and held it up where she could see it. It was wet to the wrist. Drip. She looked at it and went a deeper colour and did not look away.
"That's your fault," she said.
"It is."
"Come here."
She got hold of his forearm and pulled, and he moved up over her, and she reached down between them and took hold of his cock with a hand that was shaking so badly she nearly lost it.
"Sorry."
"You're fine."
"Sorry. I don't know if I'm doing it right."
"You're fine."
She got him where she wanted him and let go and grabbed the back of his neck instead.
"Slowly," she said.
"I don't know how to do this."
"Neither do I. Slowly."
He pushed in, Squelch, and the sound she made was mostly air.
She went up off the tile with her mouth wide open and nothing coming out of it, and he stopped dead, halfway, with his forearms either side of her head.
"Ellie."
"Nnh."
"Do I come out?"
"Don't move." Her nails were in his shoulders. "Don't move, and don't come out. Just don't move for a second."
He did not move.
Drip. Drip. The pipe behind the wall, into the drain.
He held there with her breath coming in pieces against the side of his face and her whole body strung tight underneath him, and counted his own heartbeats because there was nothing else to do, and got to fourteen.
Then her legs came up round the backs of his, and she pulled him the rest of the way in.
Ping.
And over her shoulder, above the bench, where it had been the whole time, the panel changed.
[QUEST: GIVE HER WHAT SHE CAME IN HERE FOR (1/1)]