She leans into his touch like he's the sun and every cell in her body is a flower reaching for his light.
"Good." Her eyes flutter and her breath catches in her chest. His mind is always moving, always chasing different ideas in different directions, but she's a greedy woman and wants all his considerable focus for herself. "Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe I want a reason to do this again."
She lets her hands rest on the back of his neck. She realizes that with any motion, any new friction risking detonation, that they are trapped until he goes soft. It's her favorite prison of all, by far.
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"Good." Her eyes flutter and her breath catches in her chest. His mind is always moving, always chasing different ideas in different directions, but she's a greedy woman and wants all his considerable focus for herself. "Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe I want a reason to do this again."
She lets her hands rest on the back of his neck. She realizes that with any motion, any new friction risking detonation, that they are trapped until he goes soft. It's her favorite prison of all, by far.