( it's no more than a few seconds that passes between her fingers tangled within that shirt, door shutting behind them and his eyes running over her within the dark, but it suspends between them infinitely. the cage of her ribs alights with a fire even his messages, the sound of him hadn't elicited. it's thrilling, undeniably, as if his gaze was enough on it's own to touch her, graze between her thighs, a hot breath into the crook of her neck.
she wants him. dios, she wants him, and while part of her knows their little tat for tat would far from fall hushed when they could actually get their hands on one another, it's only a matter of time now when it's all so tangible, so overwhelming, before one of them snaps.
it's a gasp equally surprised as it is amused the moment she's hoisted over his shoulder, heart giving a heavied thud as he'd closed in, only to effortlessly haul her and leave hands reflexively clinging to the broad scope of his back, feeling the intricate muscles work beneath as he moved. it's clear in the way he holds her, grips her, that his intent is nowhere near playful, purring up an airy sound as nails bite into his side, maybe a bit purposefully harsh, blood rushing swiftly to her temples. )
So needy, papi. ( a snicker, one that might not belong but dismisses her lips regardless, draped in honey and longing. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 01:48 am (UTC)she wants him. dios, she wants him, and while part of her knows their little tat for tat would far from fall hushed when they could actually get their hands on one another, it's only a matter of time now when it's all so tangible, so overwhelming, before one of them snaps.
it's a gasp equally surprised as it is amused the moment she's hoisted over his shoulder, heart giving a heavied thud as he'd closed in, only to effortlessly haul her and leave hands reflexively clinging to the broad scope of his back, feeling the intricate muscles work beneath as he moved. it's clear in the way he holds her, grips her, that his intent is nowhere near playful, purring up an airy sound as nails bite into his side, maybe a bit purposefully harsh, blood rushing swiftly to her temples. )
So needy, papi. ( a snicker, one that might not belong but dismisses her lips regardless, draped in honey and longing. )