[ Oh. She really has gone and worked him up, hasn't she? Even last night, when they were both running on the momentum of their restraint snapping in tandem, he'd never sounded quite so needy or so desperate. Even the way he shreds through those last remaining layers speaks to his control slipping and never mind that note of a plea in his voice.
She never thought she'd hear him say please quite like that. ]
Sorry. Was I a little too mean to you? [ She dips her head down to meet him in a kiss and her voice has warmed into something fond and gentle. ] Maybe I'm not cut out to be a bully after all.
[ As she kisses him, her hands ease down his body. She doesn't bother with his shirt - both of them are way too impatient for that as this point - and goes right to unfastening his pants. .... or trying to, anyway. She's a little distracted by kissing him. ]
no subject
She never thought she'd hear him say please quite like that. ]
Sorry. Was I a little too mean to you? [ She dips her head down to meet him in a kiss and her voice has warmed into something fond and gentle. ] Maybe I'm not cut out to be a bully after all.
[ As she kisses him, her hands ease down his body. She doesn't bother with his shirt - both of them are way too impatient for that as this point - and goes right to unfastening his pants. .... or trying to, anyway. She's a little distracted by kissing him. ]