[ There’s no hesitation in what she does, in how she moves. She runs her nails down his chest, catching against old scars, and Carver makes a strangled noise as he grabs her hips to match her. He can feel her tense up, the control and then the moment it slips, and still she keeps going. She holds the pace and what can he do except follow suit? Earlier he might have balked at what she says, worried about the practicals, but condoms don’t seem to be a thing around here and she feels good around him in a way that very little does these days.
Carver runs his hands up and down her sides, bracing himself, bracing her, and just lets go. He’s quiet when he comes, muffing the sound against her shoulder. He runs his fingers along her back, tracing out the ridges of ink and scars alike, and just breathes.
For a moment, there are no words. No words at all. ]
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Date: 2022-10-11 05:42 pm (UTC)Carver runs his hands up and down her sides, bracing himself, bracing her, and just lets go. He’s quiet when he comes, muffing the sound against her shoulder. He runs his fingers along her back, tracing out the ridges of ink and scars alike, and just breathes.
For a moment, there are no words. No words at all. ]