laura sees a waste bin and gets up, dropping her wrapper and stick into it and walks over to stand in front of him, looking to see what he's got left of his ice cream. ]
Or I can just fuck you now. [ adds boldly ] Maybe that'll make you feel better.
[ a hand settles on his shoulders before smoothing down his back, sucking in a breath at the sudden wave of goosebumps that his lips rouse when he presses them on a particularly sensitive spot.
she gathers the fabric from his t'shirt in her fingers and slowly pulls it over his head, haphazardly discarding it and catching his gaze before claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. ]
[Despite how he feels, he's relatively unmarked, not even with the scars of the claws on his neck. And once the t-shirt is off, he reaches for her again, desperate for bare skin against his mouth.
He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]
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Re: late sunday
I'm sure you can, sunshine. And just when I'm starting to feel better. [He doesn't. He feels like shit. But the worst is mostly over, at least.]
Re: late sunday
Really? Cause you look like death warmed over. I'll seduce you later when I know I can get a little something out of you, too.
Re: late sunday
Don't make me wait too long.
Re: late sunday
laura sees a waste bin and gets up, dropping her wrapper and stick into it and walks over to stand in front of him, looking to see what he's got left of his ice cream. ]
Or I can just fuck you now. [ adds boldly ] Maybe that'll make you feel better.
Re: late sunday
Can't think of any better medicine.
Re: late sunday
laura crosses her arms, taking the bottom edges of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head, leaving her almost bare in a black lace bralette. ]
Yeah, pretty sure it will work.
[ her eyes drop to his face and she leans in close to sweep her tongue across his bottom lip. ]
Re: late sunday
I think anything will work.
[He buries a kiss in her neck, cupping a breast, enjoying the feeling of lace under his fingers.]
Re: late sunday
she gathers the fabric from his t'shirt in her fingers and slowly pulls it over his head, haphazardly discarding it and catching his gaze before claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. ]
Re: late sunday
He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]