[ Harley grins as she feels Carver's hands firm and steady on her hips, grounding her in the moment. It's just her and him right now and thoughts of prison and everything else around them simply falls away. For once, her scattered brain feels sharp and focused as she hones her attention, concentrating on her movements and the way that Carver's hips are bucking up against hers to match her movements.
Back home she may have been more careful, but the worry of STDs and pregnancy apparently aren't a thing around here. Something about everyone being tested upon intake, and birth control being administered somehow. In thr food, she guesses, though she supposes it could happen any number of ways with the presence of alien technology.
Harley shivers when Carver's hands wander her sides and she feels his movements becoming more erratic until he finally lets go. She moans enough for the both of them, tipping her head back as she feels him come undone beneath her. It feels organic, not at all embodying the awkwardness that hung in the air when he'd first arrived at her shipping container. The way he traces over her scars and tattoos feels good and the relative silence feels welcomed.
Normally she has a hard time keeping her mouth shut for any length of time, but she has no witty remarks for what's happening here. She has nothing to say other than to moan softly and let him know that she's feeling as good as he is. Her hips slow to a lazy grinding before she comes to a stop, catching her breath and tracing a scar on Carver's chest with the pad of her finger. Words escape her, for once. ]
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Date: 2022-10-12 06:16 pm (UTC)Back home she may have been more careful, but the worry of STDs and pregnancy apparently aren't a thing around here. Something about everyone being tested upon intake, and birth control being administered somehow. In thr food, she guesses, though she supposes it could happen any number of ways with the presence of alien technology.
Harley shivers when Carver's hands wander her sides and she feels his movements becoming more erratic until he finally lets go. She moans enough for the both of them, tipping her head back as she feels him come undone beneath her. It feels organic, not at all embodying the awkwardness that hung in the air when he'd first arrived at her shipping container. The way he traces over her scars and tattoos feels good and the relative silence feels welcomed.
Normally she has a hard time keeping her mouth shut for any length of time, but she has no witty remarks for what's happening here. She has nothing to say other than to moan softly and let him know that she's feeling as good as he is. Her hips slow to a lazy grinding before she comes to a stop, catching her breath and tracing a scar on Carver's chest with the pad of her finger. Words escape her, for once. ]