[ It's almost torturous, those few moments he holds her tight, stalling her movements when every part of her body feels wound up and too warm — when she aches for him — but the frustrated little sound she starts to make gets lost on a half-startled exhale as she ends up sprawled out on the ground instead. No more complaints — kissing him back is a better use of her mouth. She gives him a hint of her teeth, her hands rough as they grasp at him, blunt nails digging into clothes and skin as she arches up against him, looking for friction, chasing that same edge as him —
She can't help it, when he says her name like that — over and over again, fervent and heated. It's just as good as being touched — better maybe, and more than enough to bring her home, leaving her clawing at him and squirming underneath him as all that tension breaks into helpless shudders. The noise she makes is half-bitten off, her eyes going unfocused as she trembles. ]
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She can't help it, when he says her name like that — over and over again, fervent and heated. It's just as good as being touched — better maybe, and more than enough to bring her home, leaving her clawing at him and squirming underneath him as all that tension breaks into helpless shudders. The noise she makes is half-bitten off, her eyes going unfocused as she trembles. ]