A/N: Kink warning.

She couldn't feel her face.

Well, the entire left side of it, that was. The local anaesthetic was still numbing everything and she felt like a teething baby, as she held a wad of tissues against her mouth to capture the drool. She hated dentists.

"How did it go?" Shannon asked when she opened the car door.

"Phine," she mumbled.

He looked at her, his eyes soft and gently reached over to caress her face. The numb side. Tears welled in her eyes.

"I can'd even feef dad," she tried to say.

It was difficult to speak with a mostly numb tongue.

"Let's get you home and then you can rest up," he said as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

He kept glancing at her during the ride back. "You look awfully pale. Are you in pain?"

She shook her head, but held up a little paper bag.

"You will be later?" he asked. "And that's the meds?"

She nodded.

Fucking wisdom teeth. At least they were out now.

Shannon parked the car and helped her inside. She wanted to protest, but she did feel a bit wobbly. And very, very tired.

She steered to the sofa and lay down on it. No way was she facing stairs right now. She closed her eyes. Then she felt a cover being placed over her gently and the couch dip. She opened her eyes, to see Shannon sit next to her, tenderly stroking her hair.

She took his hand and squeezed it softly. "Fank you."

"No problem. I'm right here if you need me."

She made a noise and closed her eyes again, his hand still clasped in hers. She was asleep after a few deep breaths.

*****

Pounding. Agonising pounding in her jaw woke her up. She sat up and a sharp pain shot through her mouth, where her wisdom teeth used to be, making her wince.

The local anaesthetic had worn off completely. A glance at the clock in the kitchen told her it was late evening. Shannon was asleep on the sofa, her feet in his lap. She carefully got up, trying not to wake him and made her way to the kitchen.

She found the paper bag and took out the medicine. Painkillers. The dentist had warned her that they would be very strong and that she needed to take them with food. Only, her mouth was hurting so much, she didn't think she could eat anything, so she swallowed the two tablets with a bit of water and went back to the couch.

She curled up next to Shannon. His face turned to hers and she softly kissed his lips. He smiled in his sleep. The remote control was in his other hand, so she gently pried it out of his hands and turned on the TV.

One hour later he stirred. She turned to look at him and he smirked. Her pupils were dilated and her cheeks were flushed.

"Hey, babe," he murmured, his voice still raspy from sleep, "how you feeling?"

"I. Feel. Fantastic!" she exclaimed and threw her arms out, nearly hitting him in the face.

He chuckled. "You took the painkillers then?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "They're great! I was in a lot of pain before and then boom. All gone. I love them. I love you. I love this, too."

He followed her gaze to the screen and bit his lip. "You're watching porn?"

She nodded. "It's really educational! I didn't even know you had this channel! Why didn't you show me this before?"

He bit his lip. "It hasn't been in use since we got together, sugar."

"Aw, that's so sad! Am I keeping you from watching porn?"

He stroked her hair. "No, babe, you're making all my fantasies come true. I don't need that channel anymore."

She looked at him with a happy smile on her face. "That's so sweet of you. Do you want to make another fantasy come true? I can feel my face again! And my tongue works, too!"

To demonstrate, she swung herself in his lap and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Shannon groaned, his hands grasping her hips to stop her from wriggling in his lap. With very little success.

Shannon considered himself a man with a strong mind. He had overcome a lot, achieved a lot, all thanks to his mindset. He had a strong will. He did not want to have sex with his intoxicated girlfriend. He preferred her sober and consensual.

However, the way she was grinding her hips onto his and how uninhibitedly she kissed him... it tested his will. A lot.

"Sweetheart," he pulled away, breathing heavily, "we've got to stop."

She looked utterly delectable, her lips swollen, her hair dishevelled, eyes hooded. "Why?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you when you don't really know what you're doing."

And then she hit him with her secret weapon. The look. Combined with that slightly quivering lip and wide, innocent eyes.

"You don't want me?" she whispered, sounding almost hurt.

"Of course I want you!" he was quick to assure her, hands cupping her face. "I just don't think it's a good idea when you're off the rockers on painkillers."

Here brows furrowed in deep thought. "But I give you my consent. We're shagging all the time. I love shagging with you. Please, shag me!"

She circled her hips onto his lap, making him gasp and his head fell back. "I'm so horny, Shan, please, please take me. You always make me feel so good. You always make me so wet and fill me up so deliciously. Please..."

She was kissing his throat, licking, nipping.

"Please, baby," she whispered against his skin.

"I don't know," he groaned when she nibbled his earlobe and his resolve turned to ashes. His fingers gripped her hips tighter, his hips meeting her thrusts.

She pulled away from him to smile down at him. "I win?"

"You win," he conceded.

"Yay! You won't regret it," she promised and got up and off his lap. She reached under her short summer dress and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and picked them up in her hand. She locked her gaze with his and dropped the panties onto the floor.

"Whoops, how clumsy of me," she whispered as she turned and bent over, giving him a nice view of her glistening, wet folds and her round ass.

"Fuck," he swore as she threw him a coy look over her shoulder. "Don't tease me, baby."

She stood up straight, slowly, the dress falling over her bum again. She turned and held his heated gaze, slowly peeling the dress off her and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her bra. The black lacy one that he loved so much.

He sucked in a breath and her eyes drifted hungrily to the tent he was sporting in his joggers.

She licked her lips. "I think you like what you see."

"I love what I see, sugar," he corrected.

She stepped forward, straddling his hips again, her hand stroking him through the fabric.

He bucked his hips into her hands. She slipped her hands into his joggers and pulled them down. He helped her free his member.

"So beautiful," she whispered as she admired his veiny cock. Her finger captured a drop of pre-come and she sucked it in her mouth, licking it off. He could feel himself go even harder.

"Fuck, sweetheart...," he moaned, his hands gripping her ass tightly. "Let me get a condom."

"No. I want you bare. We're both clean, I got an IUD. We've waited long enough. I want all of you. I want to feel you cum inside of me. I want to feel it drip out and stick between my thighs."

"Holy shit," he whispered. This was a new side to her. He loved seeing her lose her inhibitions. She'd always remained just a little bit shy around him, even during their most intimate moments.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and settled over him, sinking down onto his length. A long moan escaped her. She was soaking wet for him.

His head fell back onto the couch in a silent groan.

She rolled and circled her hips into him, hands on his shoulders.

"So good..." she moaned loudly, her hands finding his and placing them on her boobs, squeezing them. "You feel so good inside me. Such a big cock. You stretch me so much, mmmh."

Shannon nearly lost it then. He'd never heard her dirty talk before. She'd never been loud before either. Both were such a turn on.

Her hand slid behind her as she arched her back, scraping the inside of his thighs with her nails, before cupping his balls. Shannon grunted and thrust his hips up to meet hers in response. She gently squeezed his balls.

"Fuck, babe," he hissed.

His hands fell from her breasts to hold her hips in place as he thrust up into her. His mouth found hers in a feverish kiss, before he kissed his way down to her lace covered nipple, sucking on it.

"Yes, right there," she panted when he angled his hips slightly, hitting the perfect spot inside her. "Fuck, right there, Shannon."

Her hand slid between their bodies, finding her clit. She started circling and rubbing it with her fingers. Her whole body was tingling, shaking with the need for release. She could feel his desperation. His movements got sloppy, all rhythm lost as they both approached orgasm.

"I want you to cum inside me, Shannon. I want you to fill me with your cum."

Suddenly a wave of hot, white bliss washed over her, his name fell from her lips like a prayer as she clamped down around him. He was right there with her, with one final thrust he shot his hot release deep inside her. His hips still pumped occasionally, until they both came down from their high.

He cupped her face and pulled her to him for a long, deep kiss. He pulled away to see her smile wickedly and then she looked between them both. They were still joined. She moved up and down slowly and his semen ran out of her.

He had to admit, it was a pretty hot sight. His cock seemed to agree, as he instantly was hard again.

"Do you think you could go again? Cum again? I love feeling your hot release inside me," she whispered.

His answer was a thrust up inside her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. With one swift movement he had her lying under him on the couch. She blinked up at him in surprise, as he pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, before he started pounding into her.

"Fuck, Shannon, do you hear that? Our juices mixed together, so fucking hot," she moaned.

He agreed. He pistoned his hips harder, deeper inside her, his hand finding her engorged clit, rubbing it with just the right pressure, the right speed. He could feel her nearing orgasm, her legs that were wrapped around his waist were shaking, her breathing laboured. He felt his balls tighten at the same time as she was flung over the edge. He felt himself spasm inside her again and he shouted profanities as he coated her insides with his hot white ropes.

They were both breathing hard, as he grabbed her shirt off the floor, lifted her bum and put it underneath it, before he pulled out of her. She was right, it was - in a very primal way - incredibly satisfying and sexy to look at his cum drip out of her. He looked up to see her watching it too, mesmerised.

"Don't move," he instructed, before making his way into the kitchen. He came back with some wet paper towels. He cleaned her up tenderly.

When he was finished, she pulled him down for a kiss.

"Sorry I ruined your dress."

She waved it off. "It'll come out in the wash. Rather my dress than the couch."

He laughed quietly.

"We're definitely not going back to condoms," she said, smiling up at him.

"Agreed. And we're definitely keeping your dirty talk," he murmured into her ear.

She blushed. "It was... liberating."

He caressed her cheek. "All the more reason to keep it. I love you, sweetheart."

She ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you, too. Let's go to bed and get some sleep."

She yelped in surprise when he lifted her up and carried her up the stairs.