[ An arrogance she doesn't deny - as she sinks down, arching over him, to bite the full of his lower lip, grinning - ] You wouldn't have a warm bed to come back to every night.
[ and laughing, she drags her teeth over skin before tilting to dig in at his jaw. ] No breakfast timed to when you wake up - [ down again, to his neck, over his throat and bites a little wider, laughing with it. ] - and no one to take your shoes off you when tripped your way upstairs.
[ The next is nipped in the middle of his collar bones. Warm and sweet as she slides her hands down his sides. Teasing, perhaps but when she peers back up at him, it's with that endless affection, words said once but she never makes sure to overwhelm him - You and you alone whom I love. ]
[ Her back arches, easy to it, all that riding had one great purpose, flexible into his hold, firm as she curves into the roam of his fingers over her. A contemplating little noise that is half distracted. ] How could I forget - ? [ she laughs, low and warm. ]
Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[she ought never to make suggestions to him, not if she can help it. He takes them, and she's long given up any pretence about being able to refuse him much of anything.
Does he know how much she loves him? The terrible unthinkable things, the forgiving wilful things, that she would do for him? Isn't sure she ever wants him to know, wants to tell him everyday. ]
That depends of course, [ plays coy, biting at her lip as she looks over him. ] what will I be getting from this arrangement?
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[ and laughing, she drags her teeth over skin before tilting to dig in at his jaw. ] No breakfast timed to when you wake up - [ down again, to his neck, over his throat and bites a little wider, laughing with it. ] - and no one to take your shoes off you when tripped your way upstairs.
[ The next is nipped in the middle of his collar bones. Warm and sweet as she slides her hands down his sides. Teasing, perhaps but when she peers back up at him, it's with that endless affection, words said once but she never makes sure to overwhelm him - You and you alone whom I love. ]
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[ He hums pleasurably as she nips at him, his hands fixing on her hips and digging in lightly. A stroke along her rear. ]
What a hedonist you make me out to be. A warm bed, a warm breakfast, shoes off my feet...Is that all I desire, do you think?
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Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[ One day - if he's lucky. ]
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[ His hands dance up her skin. ]
Would you let me?
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Does he know how much she loves him? The terrible unthinkable things, the forgiving wilful things, that she would do for him? Isn't sure she ever wants him to know, wants to tell him everyday. ]
That depends of course, [ plays coy, biting at her lip as she looks over him. ] what will I be getting from this arrangement?