[ She sets a pattern, changes it, settles or speeds it up, and Carver just rides with her. He thinks of river tides and what it feels like to get swept up in someone else's wake - a sensation he hasn't felt with another person for a long time, or at least not without drugs to speed it all along. But there's something raw in the way she moves, honest, and Carver can admire that even as he drags his mouth against her shoulder and shudders under her. Falling away to the physical. He can feel her speeding up, the way her thighs clench. Proof that it's getting to her, that he's not the only one fighting for control.
Riley was like that, he thinks absently. Always reaching for something real, committing fully. Carver was always the one who held back. Afraid of losing control - ironic, really, when that's all he ever did out in the world. But that's not a good thought for right now and it slips away before it can become something, slips away into nothing and Carver squeezes her breast again before shifting to catch her chin in his hand and pulling her in for a rough kiss.
He's close, is the thing. But he'll hold. He'll hold as long as he can. ]
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Riley was like that, he thinks absently. Always reaching for something real, committing fully. Carver was always the one who held back. Afraid of losing control - ironic, really, when that's all he ever did out in the world. But that's not a good thought for right now and it slips away before it can become something, slips away into nothing and Carver squeezes her breast again before shifting to catch her chin in his hand and pulling her in for a rough kiss.
He's close, is the thing. But he'll hold. He'll hold as long as he can. ]