A day is too long, [ retorted back in a brief moment of pause, though she regrets the tease as soon as his mouth touches back down. this time, it's a slow trickle of electricity up her spine, a shiver of delight as his tongue flattens against her, warm and encouraging and practiced. he knows exactly what he's doing, and she knows it. ]
I — god, I can't think when you do this.
[ which is probably the point. it had been a particular favorite pastime of his, a way to gently bring her from stress and tension and frustration down to somewhere much more relaxed; she'd lay here and let him touch her with his hands and his mouth until she was unable to think about anything but the sensation of his skin on hers, and everything she wanted that came with it.
she has a feeling he's going to drag it out tonight as well... and somehow, she can't really find it in herself to be mad about it. ]
Do you need to think right now? [ there's a bit of a respite but he can't resist that quip. he's pretty sure they did all their thinking and fighting and arguing earlier when he'd first showed up. there were agreements now, both spoken and unspoken, about what would come next so he doesn't think she needs to use her brain anymore. ]
Because I can stop. [ he wasn't going to stop. he was already lowering his head, moving back and resuming the ministrations with his tongue and lips that he'd been doing before she'd made her comment that just had to be responded to.
guess she wasn't going to be thinking much more tonight. ]
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I — god, I can't think when you do this.
[ which is probably the point. it had been a particular favorite pastime of his, a way to gently bring her from stress and tension and frustration down to somewhere much more relaxed; she'd lay here and let him touch her with his hands and his mouth until she was unable to think about anything but the sensation of his skin on hers, and everything she wanted that came with it.
she has a feeling he's going to drag it out tonight as well... and somehow, she can't really find it in herself to be mad about it. ]
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Because I can stop. [ he wasn't going to stop. he was already lowering his head, moving back and resuming the ministrations with his tongue and lips that he'd been doing before she'd made her comment that just had to be responded to.
guess she wasn't going to be thinking much more tonight. ]