[ There’s no hesitation from her, no delay. She knows what she wants and she reaches for it. Puts her hands on his chest, against his scars, and rides him just like he asked. She’s wet, and hot around him, and her thighs are strong. He hisses out another strangled breath, leaning forward to drag his mouth against her shoulder. Muffling the noise he might have made otherwise. You have to be quiet back home or the dead will hear. ]
Fuck.
[ He kneads her breast again, running his free hand along the planes of her back. She’s strong, and solid, and that feels better than he thought it ever could. It’s simple and so little is in this place. There are no drugs, but he wants her. The honesty of it nearly floors him and he hisses out another wordless curse as he jerks his hips up, matching her rhythm. ]
no subject
Fuck.
[ He kneads her breast again, running his free hand along the planes of her back. She’s strong, and solid, and that feels better than he thought it ever could. It’s simple and so little is in this place. There are no drugs, but he wants her. The honesty of it nearly floors him and he hisses out another wordless curse as he jerks his hips up, matching her rhythm. ]