she tries so hard to be, not just now but every day, trying so hard because all she wants to do is the right thing, to keep people safe, to keep them alive the only way that she knows how. lottie tries so hard and she still gets it wrong so often, but now, here, this?this at last feels like maybe she's getting it right. lottie is a good girl, and she'll keep being good for as long as she can, if it keeps jinx between her legs and doing what lottie thinks that she's about to do. hopes that she's about to do, really.
it feels like she's made to wait an age, but when lottie finally, finally feels jinx's tongue against her she can't help the sharp breath in, the way that one of her hands jumps back to make an attempt at clutching the tree for support. jinx is smart to brace lottie's thigh — her first instinct is to try and close up even if all she wants to do is chant a litany of more, more, more. ]
God, that's so...
[ if there's an end to that sentence it doesn't come, lost in a shuddering exhale. good girls are supposed to be patient but lottie has always struggled with that, and she struggles now, hips rocking minutely forward against the firm grip to try and chase that more. more of jinx's sweet mouth, against her clit, buried inside her, lottie doesn't really care so long as it keeps feeling good. ]
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she tries so hard to be, not just now but every day, trying so hard because all she wants to do is the right thing, to keep people safe, to keep them alive the only way that she knows how. lottie tries so hard and she still gets it wrong so often, but now, here, this?this at last feels like maybe she's getting it right. lottie is a good girl, and she'll keep being good for as long as she can, if it keeps jinx between her legs and doing what lottie thinks that she's about to do. hopes that she's about to do, really.
it feels like she's made to wait an age, but when lottie finally, finally feels jinx's tongue against her she can't help the sharp breath in, the way that one of her hands jumps back to make an attempt at clutching the tree for support. jinx is smart to brace lottie's thigh — her first instinct is to try and close up even if all she wants to do is chant a litany of more, more, more. ]
God, that's so...
[ if there's an end to that sentence it doesn't come, lost in a shuddering exhale. good girls are supposed to be patient but lottie has always struggled with that, and she struggles now, hips rocking minutely forward against the firm grip to try and chase that more. more of jinx's sweet mouth, against her clit, buried inside her, lottie doesn't really care so long as it keeps feeling good. ]