[ a prize, she says, about lottie of all people, and isn't that one hell of a thing. lottie has been many things to many people, so many that she can't quite keep the roles straight in her head most of the time, but to be called a prize and treated like one too makes her head spin. or maybe that's just jinx, and the lips teasing over her throat, hand pressed against her skin.
natalie was like this too, teeth, touching, pinning. lottie has the bite mark to prove is, the bruised indentations in the shape of two neat rows of teeth right between her breasts, and notably no broken skin. even though lottie would have let her. but where natalie had scrambled away with frantic apologies, jinx just presses closer, and she has to wonder if this one will run away too.
she wants to be won, and if her queen won't take her as a prize then maybe this hunter will. ]
Yeah.
[ she barely breathes the word out, bares her throat further and pushes just a little against the hand, collar at her throat, just enough to test the firmness of jinx's grip. enough to test her determination, maybe. her breath catches around an exhale as fingers wander lower, and she wants. her legs part and hips rock forward into the touch as she tries to chase for more, and she wonders if she spreads her thighs a little wider, it will make jinx want to find out how wet lottie is.
the urge to plead or beg or demand doesn't stop her from smirking a little more, but even if she doesn't say it in words, the breathy murmur of her response still come out shaped like a pleasepleaseplease- ]
To the victor goes the spoils, right? I'm your prize.
no subject
natalie was like this too, teeth, touching, pinning. lottie has the bite mark to prove is, the bruised indentations in the shape of two neat rows of teeth right between her breasts, and notably no broken skin. even though lottie would have let her. but where natalie had scrambled away with frantic apologies, jinx just presses closer, and she has to wonder if this one will run away too.
she wants to be won, and if her queen won't take her as a prize then maybe this hunter will. ]
Yeah.
[ she barely breathes the word out, bares her throat further and pushes just a little against the hand, collar at her throat, just enough to test the firmness of jinx's grip. enough to test her determination, maybe. her breath catches around an exhale as fingers wander lower, and she wants. her legs part and hips rock forward into the touch as she tries to chase for more, and she wonders if she spreads her thighs a little wider, it will make jinx want to find out how wet lottie is.
the urge to plead or beg or demand doesn't stop her from smirking a little more, but even if she doesn't say it in words, the breathy murmur of her response still come out shaped like a pleasepleaseplease- ]
To the victor goes the spoils, right? I'm your prize.