[ Harley's breaths slow and even out and she lets out a breathy laugh. Not one of jest, but of...happiness? She feels good and she feels no shame in showing it. Her grinding slows to a shuddering halt and then she just sits there on top of Carver for a few moments, absorbing everything that just happened. She doesn't feel weird about it, even now, as the lustful cobwebs clear from her brain and as everything becomes apparent again.
It somehow doesn't quite feel like the business transaction it had initially felt like. She can't deny that she feels some kind of connection, here. That maybe she's managed to peel back some of the protective, papery layers of the onion that is Carver. Of course, that could all be her own perception without any tinge of truth to it.
She stops tracing over one of the scars on his chest and plants both her palms on him for leverage so she can raise her hips enough for him to slip out of her, but she doesn't go far, instead curling on her side beside him on the small cot. He doesn't seem like much of a cuddler, but a girl can try... ]
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Date: 2022-10-19 09:47 pm (UTC)It somehow doesn't quite feel like the business transaction it had initially felt like. She can't deny that she feels some kind of connection, here. That maybe she's managed to peel back some of the protective, papery layers of the onion that is Carver. Of course, that could all be her own perception without any tinge of truth to it.
She stops tracing over one of the scars on his chest and plants both her palms on him for leverage so she can raise her hips enough for him to slip out of her, but she doesn't go far, instead curling on her side beside him on the small cot. He doesn't seem like much of a cuddler, but a girl can try... ]