[ Liar. she thinks. Liar, liar, liar. She'd wanted to spit it at him before like an accusation but now it sounds so lovely she can barely stand it. Of course he's a liar — he's the exact same sort of liar as her. Neither of them can ever talk about loving or wanting anyone without it being a lie but that doesn't matter. The truth is all there in the friction of their bodies pressing into each other, the way his fingers dig into her skin. This isn't someone pawing half-heartedly at her for their own satisfaction — it feels so good that even when it stings, her nerves sing.
Her breath is shallow, all huffed moans and sweet, impatient noises. She doesn't get a chance to pull in a proper gasp of air until he stops — and it all comes back out when she realizes why he'd stopped.
He's an excellent liar. Good enough that he tricked her, even if it was only for a while. But he's not quite so good as an actor. What a terrible recovery. Before he can pull back any further, the hand that had been clinging to the furs around his shoulders drifts upwards to comb through his hair and cradle the back of his head. She doesn't let him protest or twist it as she knows he surely would if given the chance — she just tips her head up and presses her lips against his.
Ah. That's right. This is the first time they've kissed for real, isn't it? And she didn't even warn him or ask if she could. She wonders if he'll bite out her tongue. But probably not. ]
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Her breath is shallow, all huffed moans and sweet, impatient noises. She doesn't get a chance to pull in a proper gasp of air until he stops — and it all comes back out when she realizes why he'd stopped.
He's an excellent liar. Good enough that he tricked her, even if it was only for a while. But he's not quite so good as an actor. What a terrible recovery. Before he can pull back any further, the hand that had been clinging to the furs around his shoulders drifts upwards to comb through his hair and cradle the back of his head. She doesn't let him protest or twist it as she knows he surely would if given the chance — she just tips her head up and presses her lips against his.
Ah. That's right. This is the first time they've kissed for real, isn't it? And she didn't even warn him or ask if she could. She wonders if he'll bite out her tongue. But probably not. ]