[ At the start, she sticks to the plan (of not letting him — letting anyone — have her tenderness after the loss of Silco). Grip firm, if imperfect, with his short hair slipping between her fingertips.
She hisses a breath when he meets her, cock as eager as his parted mouth, and after a long moment of denial — ]
I feel like — [ expression still and unreadable, suspended on her very thought, until her features snap back into a razor-edged playfulness. ] — I don’t care if you’re a bad dog.
[ Sneaking into her bed and all. She gives in, then, kissing him hard. A snag of her teeth in his lower lip aims to push and punish. One hand slides between them, lightning quick, to work his trousers open. ]
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She hisses a breath when he meets her, cock as eager as his parted mouth, and after a long moment of denial — ]
I feel like — [ expression still and unreadable, suspended on her very thought, until her features snap back into a razor-edged playfulness. ] — I don’t care if you’re a bad dog.
[ Sneaking into her bed and all. She gives in, then, kissing him hard. A snag of her teeth in his lower lip aims to push and punish. One hand slides between them, lightning quick, to work his trousers open. ]