[ She slides her hand higher to brush over his face, wiping away water and pushing wet curls back from his forehead. ]
I asked what you want.
[ She likes seeing him like this, though – eyes glazed over, want and need thrumming through every inch of him – and she can practically hear his heart slamming against his ribs with every hitch in his breath. Those little noises that seem just beyond his control are exhilarating, if only because it feels like a glimpse of how freely she could coax responses from him, if she tried.
The hand not on his face traces his shoulder, over his chest – mapping out scars and muscles alike – to trail lower and lower along his stomach. ]
no subject
[ She slides her hand higher to brush over his face, wiping away water and pushing wet curls back from his forehead. ]
I asked what you want.
[ She likes seeing him like this, though – eyes glazed over, want and need thrumming through every inch of him – and she can practically hear his heart slamming against his ribs with every hitch in his breath. Those little noises that seem just beyond his control are exhilarating, if only because it feels like a glimpse of how freely she could coax responses from him, if she tried.
The hand not on his face traces his shoulder, over his chest – mapping out scars and muscles alike – to trail lower and lower along his stomach. ]