Huge reason why she's here. They are both aware of the catastrophic risks of it all going to shit, but considering it was shit already, is there any place to go if not up? Whatever it is, she likes it. No bullshit, and in a really weird way, it's finally something new, or progressing to be. It won't solve all overnight, because nothing would, but it's a start. If anything, it's better than everything they've attempted, because she actually isn't preparing for a war, puffing her chest, pulling away, or feeling any of the nasty emotions that tend to bubble to the surface whenever they interact.
Not what's happening now, she actually is enjoying being here with him. Right now, her mind cannot convey a single negative thing to say about it, busy with how his lips feel against hers, with the feeling of tightness in her stomach as she gets worked up, and how she can't help the moan that leaves her when he thrusts against her, creating friction.
It's interesting, isn't it? Didn't he just ask her? Well. Fine. She has no complaints about it either.)
Deal. Don't pull my hair, other than that, I'm game.
(Her hands are gonna busy themselves with removing his shirt, a smile as she presses her lips to his neck.)
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Huge reason why she's here. They are both aware of the catastrophic risks of it all going to shit, but considering it was shit already, is there any place to go if not up? Whatever it is, she likes it. No bullshit, and in a really weird way, it's finally something new, or progressing to be. It won't solve all overnight, because nothing would, but it's a start. If anything, it's better than everything they've attempted, because she actually isn't preparing for a war, puffing her chest, pulling away, or feeling any of the nasty emotions that tend to bubble to the surface whenever they interact.
Not what's happening now, she actually is enjoying being here with him. Right now, her mind cannot convey a single negative thing to say about it, busy with how his lips feel against hers, with the feeling of tightness in her stomach as she gets worked up, and how she can't help the moan that leaves her when he thrusts against her, creating friction.
It's interesting, isn't it? Didn't he just ask her? Well. Fine. She has no complaints about it either.)
Deal. Don't pull my hair, other than that, I'm game.
(Her hands are gonna busy themselves with removing his shirt, a smile as she presses her lips to his neck.)