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It's a gorgeous day for a drive. Wind in your hair, sun on your face, the crisp smell of autumn mixes with the faint scent of petrol as you travel through the countryside just outside London.
You stretch back in your seat and glance over at the man beside you. Impey has one hand on the steering wheel, the other arm resting leisurely on the door. You're travelling at a slow enough speed that he hasn't bothered to lower his goggles, but still fast enough that a few wisps of scarlet hair have escaped his braid. Noticing your gaze, he flashes you a grin.
"Enjoying the drive, beautiful?" he asks, the corners of his green eyes crinkling with his smile.
You brush your windblown hair back from your face and give him an enthusiastic nod. Satisfied, he refocuses on the road ahead.
His grip shifts on the wheel and you can't help but admire the subtle movement this causes to play across the firm muscles of his arm. Combined with the constant rumble of the automobile through the seat, watching your man as he’s perfectly in control of the vehicle and very much in his element has your thoughts straying far from innocent territory. Unable to resist, you reach out a hand and run your fingers over his bicep.
He laughs and flexes a little at your appreciative touch, happily showing off for you. You clasp your hands to your heart, exaggeratedly impressed, and he only grins wider. Seeing him smile, always so joyous and unrestrained, only makes him even more irresistible in your eyes.
You reach for him again, this time placing your hand on his thigh, high enough to be dangerous. Shifting a little in his seat, he raises a questioning eyebrow. You smile sweetly, moving your hand to a destination you find particularly enticing, and give him a squeeze that makes him yelp.
"Woah! This is quickly exceeding safety standards." He swallows and laughs nervously. "And that's coming from me!"
In response, you simply rub him firmly through his jumpsuit. He groans and closes his eyes for just a second before they fly open again, focusing hard on the road.
"You're, ah- you're really determined today, aren't you?" he says, his cheeks slowly turning a shade that clashes wonderfully with his hair.
But still you don't let up, your touch too bold to be considered simple teasing. Even biting your lip, you can't help the way the corners of your mouth quirk up in a grin as he starts to respond beneath your palm.
Impey squirms in his seat, his breath growing quick as he gives you a shaky smile. "Right, then it seems emergency maneuvers are required." Squinting, he peers ahead for a moment before giving a slight nod. "Hold on a minute, this might get bumpy."
True to his word, the automobile bounces enough that you withdraw your hand and hold onto your seat as he pulls off the main road and onto a well-hidden path. The gravel of the backroad crunches beneath the tires, kicking up dust as you pull into a small, shaded clearing of trees. The surrounding thicket is dense enough that you can no longer see the road, but still the afternoon light filters through the green, gold, and red of the leaves.
Impey throws the automobile in park and hops out, racing around to your side of the vehicle. He looks crestfallen as you open the door before he can get to it, but recovers in an instant and offers you his hand instead. You take it and laugh as he helps you from your seat, kissing the back of your hand in the process.
He grins wide as he opens the door to the backseat. "After you, princess," he says, giving an exaggerated bow.
You climb in but grab him on your way, pulling him into a kiss as you go. He returns your affections eagerly, the two of you tumbling into the backseat in a tangle of limbs.
As always, he kisses you with a joyfulness that makes your heart soar. The way he devotes himself entirely to you, drinking you in, his hands already at your waist, tracing your curves, consumes you so completely you lose any sense of your surroundings. You try to pull him down further but he breaks apart from you suddenly, his expression frantic.
"Careful!"
One of his hands flies to the back of your head and you realize belatedly that without his timely intervention you would have knocked your head against the door.
"Not the most comfortable place for this, I know, but it's the best I can do on short notice," he says, his smile turning apologetic as he pulls you up to safety.
You want him too much though to have any reservations about the tight space. Paying careful attention to your knees, you maneuver him until he's sitting upright against the backseat. Fanning out your skirts, you settle astride him and press yourself as close as you can get, his body a welcome warmth against the chill in the air.
You thread your fingers through his hair, a red that's vibrant and alive, and draw him into a kiss. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, his hands splaying across your back.
He runs his tongue along your lower lip and you let him deepen this kiss, mindful of the sharp points of his canines as you explore him in turn. Settling in against the seat, he takes his time enjoying the kiss, even as you roll your hips against him. The growing heat and firmness under his jumpsuit is evident through the thin silk of your panties, and the friction only drives you to rub yourself against him even more desperately. By the time you break apart, you're both breathless, needing more.
"You're so beautiful," he says softly, green eyes full of wonder as he brings a hand up to caress your face. The leather of his gloves and the calluses of his fingertips are rough against your skin, but still you lean into his touch, by now so familiar and comforting.
He runs his hands along your sides, admiring the curve of your hips, and you can't wait any longer. Pressing your palms to his chest, you trail them down, undoing his jumpsuit as you go. He swallows hard when you free him at last, stroking him firmly. Feeling how hard he is, already worked up from the kisses you've shared, fills you with an urgency you can't deny.
Drawing aside the material of your panties, you take a deep breath and lower yourself slowly onto him. He groans in contentment, his eyes falling closed for only a moment before gazing at you again with undisguised adoration.
"You feel amazing," he says, and the sincerity in his voice sends your heart aflutter.
With the two of you perfectly joined, he leans forward ever so slightly and kisses the tip of your autumn-chilled nose, his lips warm on your skin.
"How'd I get so lucky?" he asks, sitting back with a smile that's an unabashed display of love and affection. He opens his mouth to say more, but any further words are lost as you start to move.
He makes a noise low in his throat and places his hands on your hips, gently helping to guide your movements. The way he fills you so completely is always overwhelming, always right, and you can't help but moan as he hits just right inside you with every roll of your hips. Resting your arms on his shoulders, you settle in to a steady pace and ride him as you please, knowing he can take it.
"This is too good," he groans, his hips pressing up to meet yours.
One of his hands finds its way under your skirts, his deft fingers working at you just the way you like. You angle your hips, your breath coming in whimpers as your heat builds. Judging by the noises he's making too, you're at least comforted to know you're not the only one so overcome by the situation.
"Keep going, keep going," he murmurs, eyes closed, words in time with the rhythm of your hips.
He tilts forward just enough that your foreheads meet, his mouth falling open slightly, his lips still swollen from your kisses. His breath is coming quick, his hands tight on your hips. You've seen him like this enough times to know just how close he is to the edge. You’re no less of a mess, all soft moans as you tremble around him, impossibly full of him as your core grows tighter each time you draw yourself down. At last you grind down hard, your body tensing completely as you cry out. With a deep groan, he bucks his hips up against yours, equally uncontrolled as he meets his own peak.
You lean against him after, vaguely aware of the way his hands stroke slowly along your back. With both of you heavy and satisfied, all you want is for the moment to stretch on forever.
You two have places to be though. Reluctantly, you start to move from his lap, but he just wraps his arms around you, pulling you in so you have no choice but to continue resting against him.
"Just another minute like this, beautiful," he whispers, pressing a kiss into your hair as he holds you close.
The sun dips low, casting long shadows over the automobile, and a cold wind rustles through the trees, but held warm and tight in his arms, the chill of the season passes you by. You'll have to continue your drive before evening falls… but not just yet.