[his answer could've never come, and she might've been just as happy. each of his kisses earns him a small noise of pleasure from her, the beginnings of giggles, and his teeth on her skin causes her to gasp. but when she does hear his answer, she smiles brightly-- it's hard to keep her excitement contained.]
Don't worry, I'm more than alright.
[and she means it. this is the best she's felt in a while. sure, the daily grind in a peaceful town full of friends is fun, but a dry spell is still a dry spell. and for someone she actually cares for and really likes to give her a little bit of attention and affection is more than she expected. it's wonderful to feel attractive, and more than that, wanted again. he might not feel as strongly as she does, but he does feel something, or he wouldn't be nearly naked and on top of her in her bed.
and if he wanted to walk away from this, he would've. right? he would've left long ago. him staying has to count for something. anything.
her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders, and continue down his arms, with her palms sliding back up them to erase the little lines she's made. even as he gropes her, and her hips roll up under his, her hands don't give up on the pattern. it's calming, in a weird way. when every other part of her is eager, it's her hands that keep her from getting too ahead of herself.
his question, as sultry and smooth as it, gets her to laugh. one of her hands flies to cover half of her face and she nods. at the very beginning of being in this town, she thought this scenario would've been played out at least once every two months. and who wanted to be unprepared? not her. but alas, that wasn't the case. so there was a store of supplies in a dresser drawer, and no one to use them with. well, now there was.
and through her slightly embarrassed laughter, she asks--] Would you like me to get them for us?
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Don't worry, I'm more than alright.
[and she means it. this is the best she's felt in a while. sure, the daily grind in a peaceful town full of friends is fun, but a dry spell is still a dry spell. and for someone she actually cares for and really likes to give her a little bit of attention and affection is more than she expected. it's wonderful to feel attractive, and more than that, wanted again. he might not feel as strongly as she does, but he does feel something, or he wouldn't be nearly naked and on top of her in her bed.
and if he wanted to walk away from this, he would've. right? he would've left long ago. him staying has to count for something. anything.
her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders, and continue down his arms, with her palms sliding back up them to erase the little lines she's made. even as he gropes her, and her hips roll up under his, her hands don't give up on the pattern. it's calming, in a weird way. when every other part of her is eager, it's her hands that keep her from getting too ahead of herself.
his question, as sultry and smooth as it, gets her to laugh. one of her hands flies to cover half of her face and she nods. at the very beginning of being in this town, she thought this scenario would've been played out at least once every two months. and who wanted to be unprepared? not her. but alas, that wasn't the case. so there was a store of supplies in a dresser drawer, and no one to use them with. well, now there was.
and through her slightly embarrassed laughter, she asks--] Would you like me to get them for us?