Her toes curl against the shower tiles, and rather than grind against him again, she tries to rock into his fingers – encouraging as much as it is demanding. ]
You are an— infuriating tease, Peter Quill.
[ Her breath absolutely did not hitch while she was trying to speak (yes, it did), and she tries to pass it off as she flexes the fingers still in his hair, knotting tightly, insistently as she seeks relief with a wriggle of her hips. She can only anticipate how wet she is, every jolt of attention and delicious feedback going right between her thighs, and it would be embarrassing if she actually cared about that.
Restrained as she can be, never eager to give much of anything away, she doesn't actively try to keep her responses from Peter. (It takes some learning to let go, but... that's not the same thing.) When being this close to him, touching him, teasing him in return, turns her on this much? She feels no shame in knowing what a slick mess she'll be when he finally does something. ]
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Her toes curl against the shower tiles, and rather than grind against him again, she tries to rock into his fingers – encouraging as much as it is demanding. ]
You are an— infuriating tease, Peter Quill.
[ Her breath absolutely did not hitch while she was trying to speak (yes, it did), and she tries to pass it off as she flexes the fingers still in his hair, knotting tightly, insistently as she seeks relief with a wriggle of her hips. She can only anticipate how wet she is, every jolt of attention and delicious feedback going right between her thighs, and it would be embarrassing if she actually cared about that.
Restrained as she can be, never eager to give much of anything away, she doesn't actively try to keep her responses from Peter. (It takes some learning to let go, but... that's not the same thing.) When being this close to him, touching him, teasing him in return, turns her on this much? She feels no shame in knowing what a slick mess she'll be when he finally does something. ]