(Thankfully, he'll realize soon enough that Sophie and She Who Must Not Be Named are very different when it comes to these things. She likes being held, grabbed, a bit worshipped, because, well, she's spoiled, and she doesn't care about control a third as much. Emotionally, different story; she can build walls that can touch the moon, but that's not what they're aiming for here, anyway.
With the hand that was set on his shoulder, her nails roaming down his chest ever so gently as she dims the rest of his sensory capacities temporarily aside from the coldness of her nails, so that it stands out more. It stops at his waistband, curling around his shirt before she rolls her eyes, still playful.)
/Quentin. Just pin me down and fuck the mean girl out of me. Now, exactly how you're gonna do that, that's on you to figure out./
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With the hand that was set on his shoulder, her nails roaming down his chest ever so gently as she dims the rest of his sensory capacities temporarily aside from the coldness of her nails, so that it stands out more. It stops at his waistband, curling around his shirt before she rolls her eyes, still playful.)
/Quentin. Just pin me down and fuck the mean girl out of me. Now, exactly how you're gonna do that, that's on you to figure out./