(With how everything is looping, he can feel just how much she wants to kiss him, and it's a catastrophically massive amount, which is going into the list of things she will deny to the end of time, take to her grave, so forth, and the mental image he produces brings a shiver so strong that every hair on her body stands.
... And of course, he makes her laugh, because of course he does, although she tries to suppress it. This is not the time, Quentin, it's not the time!!!)
Not true in any conceivable and — inconceivable universe — fuck, shut up.
(Said with a bit of difficulty, she's having trouble bringing air into her lungs when her whole body is focused on movement and brain-melting pleasure. It's probably cheating, mind him, but that's the fun part of it. They're telepaths, and for all that it can suck, they might as well use it for the greater good, such as getting off.
The final straw for her is the gripping, because you know what? Fuck it. She's jumping into his brain, as naked as she is out of it, to pull him into the most breathtaking, ferocious kiss. The words she gives him, however, come out of her throat.)
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... And of course, he makes her laugh, because of course he does, although she tries to suppress it. This is not the time, Quentin, it's not the time!!!)
Not true in any conceivable and — inconceivable universe — fuck, shut up.
(Said with a bit of difficulty, she's having trouble bringing air into her lungs when her whole body is focused on movement and brain-melting pleasure. It's probably cheating, mind him, but that's the fun part of it. They're telepaths, and for all that it can suck, they might as well use it for the greater good, such as getting off.
The final straw for her is the gripping, because you know what? Fuck it. She's jumping into his brain, as naked as she is out of it, to pull him into the most breathtaking, ferocious kiss. The words she gives him, however, come out of her throat.)
You're kinda — making it very difficult.