[ he says please and inej knows that she'll do anything to hear him say it again like that. always.
whatever his limitation is, she won't deny him - them - whatever this is. the push and pull of lust and desire that binds them when everything else is topsy-turvy in ways she hasn't experienced since she's walked a tightrope or flown through the air as a trapeze artist. this is a need she'll give in to because it's kaz. she wants to.
another dip and flutter of her fingers over the most sensitive parts of her and she can't watch him any longer; she comes apart just for him to see, spread open on the bed, her back arched as sensation arcs through her. she moans his name again, then once more, as she strokes herself through her orgasm. sounds become breathless as she winds down, her free hand clutching at the spread on the bed, delicate fingers curling in the fabric.
only when the tremors have calmed does she open her eyes, heavy as the dueling weights of desire and embarrassment war within her. ]
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whatever his limitation is, she won't deny him - them - whatever this is. the push and pull of lust and desire that binds them when everything else is topsy-turvy in ways she hasn't experienced since she's walked a tightrope or flown through the air as a trapeze artist. this is a need she'll give in to because it's kaz. she wants to.
another dip and flutter of her fingers over the most sensitive parts of her and she can't watch him any longer; she comes apart just for him to see, spread open on the bed, her back arched as sensation arcs through her. she moans his name again, then once more, as she strokes herself through her orgasm. sounds become breathless as she winds down, her free hand clutching at the spread on the bed, delicate fingers curling in the fabric.
only when the tremors have calmed does she open her eyes, heavy as the dueling weights of desire and embarrassment war within her. ]