Anonymous asked: Gabriel solo, girl!Sam solo. Each getting off to the sound of the other getting off. neither one knows the other’s awake.
Gabriel’s moan probably isn’t sexual – if anything, he’s probably downing a chocolate orgasm – but on the other side of the thin wall Sam’s instantly wet, stifling a small moan in her pillow as she reaches between her legs to stroke gently.
His ears perk up at the sound of her – is she really doing that, doesn’t she know he can hear? – and he drops the brownie to pick up something much more exciting – or excited – and his head tips back on the couch.
Maybe he’s not having a chocolate orgasm, maybe it’s a real one, and he’s got to be having a wet dream because there’s no way he’d make that sound if he were awake; Sam’s plunging fingers into her pussy now, her other hand at work on her clit, and she isn’t watching the volume of her cries because he’s so deep in that dream that he’ll never hear her.
Shit, she must be having a dream, and Gabriel’s ear is to the wall now, listening to every single unbridled cry of pleasure, his fingers moving fast and impatient over his dick, hoping that as he lets go that his cries might make it into her dream, that he can be a little part of pleasing her, because in his own dreams he is.
Sam seizes up, contracting around her fingers, clit and pussy both spasming, and she gives a shriek that she worries is going to wake Gabriel – until she hears him groaning with what has to be release, and she pants into her pillow, knowing he must just be waking up, wondering if maybe, in his dream, he was making love to her.