[ She's half tempted to growl out a little 'shut up' as that laugh registers - instead simply giving his shoulder a half-hearted shove. It's not often that she gives in to those deep-buried wants she's beat down for years upon years up until recently. Hedonism comes to mind, though she knows she's no where near the actual definition at this point. Given a few more months, considering th bender she's already on? And she might just be there.
At the very least she's trusting he won't drop her, the press of her back to the wall is too strong and, at any rate, she's got his shoulders hard enough that she could catch herself if need be. The shift of him inside her, though, already so sensitive and ready from waiting to even get here sends a throb of lust through her, ready in the moment to start bossing off the bat, as is her nature. But then he pulls back, a more solid movement that doesn't seem like a tease and suddenly it feels a lot like she can't breathe properly for a few moments.
And before she's gathered her mind enough to do it, he's there at her throat, the rough scratch of facial hair such a difference to the softness of his lips. It's.. new, and not in an unpleasant manner. She's spent so long bossing that to be so thoroughly possessed in a way, for even a moment, is a thrill of it's own. A mental note is made that, next time, she needs to ditch the shirt, wonders what the playful contrast of rough beard vs. soft lips might feel like lower...
That is, if she doesn't find out in the course of the night. As it stands he's already doing a number on her, and though she can't really do much between the wall and his hips, her hands roam, one to the back of his neck, the other dropping down to her clit, careful not to do more than work at a tease for the moment, carefully rolling sensitive nerves under her fingers. ]
I think - ah - you know... [ Though, if it's snark he wants... there's a slight eye roll as he winks, blue eyes hooded in neediness catching his even as said sharp tongue flickers to wet her own lips, leaning closer like she's going to tell him a secret - ]
Don't worry, though. My tongue is capable of more than being sharp, too if you're - mmn - lucky you might get to see for yourself ...
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[ She's half tempted to growl out a little 'shut up' as that laugh registers - instead simply giving his shoulder a half-hearted shove. It's not often that she gives in to those deep-buried wants she's beat down for years upon years up until recently. Hedonism comes to mind, though she knows she's no where near the actual definition at this point. Given a few more months, considering th bender she's already on? And she might just be there.
At the very least she's trusting he won't drop her, the press of her back to the wall is too strong and, at any rate, she's got his shoulders hard enough that she could catch herself if need be. The shift of him inside her, though, already so sensitive and ready from waiting to even get here sends a throb of lust through her, ready in the moment to start bossing off the bat, as is her nature. But then he pulls back, a more solid movement that doesn't seem like a tease and suddenly it feels a lot like she can't breathe properly for a few moments.
And before she's gathered her mind enough to do it, he's there at her throat, the rough scratch of facial hair such a difference to the softness of his lips. It's.. new, and not in an unpleasant manner. She's spent so long bossing that to be so thoroughly possessed in a way, for even a moment, is a thrill of it's own. A mental note is made that, next time, she needs to ditch the shirt, wonders what the playful contrast of rough beard vs. soft lips might feel like lower...
That is, if she doesn't find out in the course of the night. As it stands he's already doing a number on her, and though she can't really do much between the wall and his hips, her hands roam, one to the back of his neck, the other dropping down to her clit, careful not to do more than work at a tease for the moment, carefully rolling sensitive nerves under her fingers. ]
I think - ah - you know... [ Though, if it's snark he wants... there's a slight eye roll as he winks, blue eyes hooded in neediness catching his even as said sharp tongue flickers to wet her own lips, leaning closer like she's going to tell him a secret - ]
Don't worry, though. My tongue is capable of more than being sharp, too if you're - mmn - lucky you might get to see for yourself ...