[ Honestly? She's so hot for him right now, she wouldn't much care if they fucked out on the hull. The doorway is close enough, and she's not that picky. She's busy paying attention to his hand between her thighs and his teeth — fuck — everything below her waist seems to tighten up with want just to imagine the mottled bruises there on her shoulder tomorrow morning, a fleeting souvenir that'll ache just right. ]
Come on, flyboy.
[ He can do what he wants with her legs — she doesn't give a damn, as long as he keeps touching her. She gets her arms around his shoulders, digging blunt nails into his back, scoring faint red lines where she's been. ]
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Come on, flyboy.
[ He can do what he wants with her legs — she doesn't give a damn, as long as he keeps touching her. She gets her arms around his shoulders, digging blunt nails into his back, scoring faint red lines where she's been. ]
I'll give you something to remember.