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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2018-08-12 06:58 am (UTC)

[ They need this, and his hands still frame her face, his thumbs still sweep over the swell of her cheeks.

He focuses on this: the heat of her mouth. The wet glide of her tongue. The softness of her lips. The sound of her breath and the damp gust of it over his skin. The weight of her above him, and the warmth of her hands on his chest.

His mood had flagged terribly, once those dark thoughts had flitted to the surface, but that feeling of want from minutes ago is gaining traction again, speeding up his heartrate, turning his grip a little tighter along the line of her jaw – though he's still careful, still mindful. After a few moments, his hips start rocking against her of their own accord, and he's largely unconscious of it, focused as he is on her. ]

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