[ she doesn't watch the shirt go, but it's a reminder that she was wearing it. his clothing on her body. the intimacy returns and she inhales as he moves even closer, reaching to undo her vest. it's not the same thing - he wasn't wearing the shirt - but she rolls her shoulders to let it fall, leaving her in long sleeves and trousers. one less layer that allows him to see more.
the game is dangerous. talking about impossibilities is deeply unfair and yet she doesn't pull back, accepting the challenge from kaz feeling more like home than anything else has in the last few hours, even if this is not a discussion for home. ]
Hard. Fast. [ she says it because she can, the words easier for her than what slips out next. ] Slow, deep.
[ taking her own steps toward him, she continues-- ] He knows how to satisfy me because he knows me. Watches me. Wants me. Here.
[ her hands slide from her ribs, low across her abdomen, but she never stops watching his reaction to her words. ]
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the game is dangerous. talking about impossibilities is deeply unfair and yet she doesn't pull back, accepting the challenge from kaz feeling more like home than anything else has in the last few hours, even if this is not a discussion for home. ]
Hard. Fast. [ she says it because she can, the words easier for her than what slips out next. ] Slow, deep.
[ taking her own steps toward him, she continues-- ] He knows how to satisfy me because he knows me. Watches me. Wants me. Here.
[ her hands slide from her ribs, low across her abdomen, but she never stops watching his reaction to her words. ]