( it's every bit evident when those fingers dig into her, when he says her name like that just before hips withdraw that she's likely damned herself with her own pride, but when had she ever turned down a challenge he'd given her? even when they were young, all he'd have to do was turn it into an 'i bet you can't,' or 'i bet you won't, and she'd prove him wrong every time.
but this? all of this heat and need and pent up frustration from being dragged to this city in the first place, despite her guise, she's not sure how long she'll be able to keep herself quiet. she's not sure if she wants to. what's more, the last thing she wants is for him to hide his own sounds, listening attentively to every hitch of his breath, every tone that growls and scratches its way free. he sheathes himself into her again and she's clawing her way down one side of his back, chest bowing to feel his skin against her own.
that silk slip barely manages to stay in place, held there by the crook of her arms. she bites at her lips but it doesn't silence that noise, digging her heel into him as if to encourage him further. lips fumble up to his ear again, letting a hot breath curl against it. )
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but this? all of this heat and need and pent up frustration from being dragged to this city in the first place, despite her guise, she's not sure how long she'll be able to keep herself quiet. she's not sure if she wants to. what's more, the last thing she wants is for him to hide his own sounds, listening attentively to every hitch of his breath, every tone that growls and scratches its way free. he sheathes himself into her again and she's clawing her way down one side of his back, chest bowing to feel his skin against her own.
that silk slip barely manages to stay in place, held there by the crook of her arms. she bites at her lips but it doesn't silence that noise, digging her heel into him as if to encourage him further. lips fumble up to his ear again, letting a hot breath curl against it. )
I need it. Need you.