The laugh that met Pucks playful warning was lustful and desire laden, "I hope so." She purred. She'd be lying if she tried to say it didn't make her hot as hell the idea that Martin and Sarah could hear them. Hell the idea of them walking in, watching them was intoxicating. Scar had always been something of an exhibitionist but she'd always had a fantasy of being watched she'd never indulged in. The same was true of group sex but even with Puck who was familiar and comfortable with the subject she just hadn't been able to do it yet, something held her back.<br/><br/>He spoke again and she gave a soft moan at the thought. She wondered for a moment how Martin was in bed, was he as commanding as he was in regular life, and what about Sarah was she still shy and timid? With Martinher headed brain had only imagination to picture him naked but Sarah she had real images of bare breasts, flat stomach and long legs that flashed through her mind. She didn't even bother answering Puck pivoting her hips to really ride him panting as her orgasm edged closer tightening around her.<br/><br/>He cursed then a tell tale sign he was enjoying himself and caught up in the moment. She rarely heard him curse unless he was fucking her. Just hearing his voice forming the clipped word, the missed inflection had her tightening her sex around him. "Oh god" Scar groaned in responce her voice choked with need. Sex was the only time she acknowledged the idea of a higher power.  Her nails bit into his shoulder deep enough to leave red welts as she got closer and closer, her body straining for release.  He asked he if she knew how long he'd been waiting for this but before her clever tongue had a chance to respond he was missing her. His tongue filled her mouth and she sucked on it for a moment before her own started to rub and tangle with his own.<br/><br/>As the kissed one of her hands shifted to tangle into his hair holding his sweat slick body close to her own. She tightened her legs around him as she pumped her hips riding him hard into a crashing climate that had her ripping her mouth from his to cry put loudly as she clunge to him tightly. One hand fisted in his hair and the other dragged her nails down his back causing red lines to bloom in thier wake. The scratches would fade by the next day but for the next few hours they'd be bright and vivid. She didn't slow down though, if anything her hips sped up a touch riding the wave of her pleasure greedily as if she couldn't get enough.