[ if clarisse were a weaker person, she might have melted the second luke's hands found themselves back on her hips. she's only felt one of them there before, but the weight of them feels familiar, natural, like they've done this a thousand times before. maybe it's chris she's thinking of, but right now all she sees is luke, all she feels is luke.
his grip is tight and real and it keeps her focused on the moment, focused on him. her brain is screaming at her to push him away, to raise all her shields against him, but fights the urge to run away yet again from something she started, and she pushes into him, her fingers digging into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her as he initiates the kiss. he might start it soft and slow, but clarisse meets him with all her roughness wrapped in a silk package.
the noise she makes in the back of her throat isn't something she's heard in a long time, not even in the privacy of her own bunk when none of her siblings are around to walk in on her. sparring rarely even frustrates her to the point she needs to rub one out, anyway. not a lot excites her these days — but luke, luke is new, luke is something unfamiliar, unknown, something she wants to learn and explore and conquer.
she drags her teeth across his bottom lip, breaking the kiss only to breathe shallow breaths. the corners of her lips curl upward in a smirk, but this isn't a game to her. this is as real as everything else, as real as holding his hand for the first time, except this time she won't let herself let go. ]
Convinced?
[ it's not mocking in the slightest, she just wants to know where they stand with one another, what page they're on, if they need to do anymore of this kind of catching up. she'd gladly shove him into another wall for the thrill of it if he still needs a little help getting it through his thick skull. ]
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his grip is tight and real and it keeps her focused on the moment, focused on him. her brain is screaming at her to push him away, to raise all her shields against him, but fights the urge to run away yet again from something she started, and she pushes into him, her fingers digging into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her as he initiates the kiss. he might start it soft and slow, but clarisse meets him with all her roughness wrapped in a silk package.
the noise she makes in the back of her throat isn't something she's heard in a long time, not even in the privacy of her own bunk when none of her siblings are around to walk in on her. sparring rarely even frustrates her to the point she needs to rub one out, anyway. not a lot excites her these days — but luke, luke is new, luke is something unfamiliar, unknown, something she wants to learn and explore and conquer.
she drags her teeth across his bottom lip, breaking the kiss only to breathe shallow breaths. the corners of her lips curl upward in a smirk, but this isn't a game to her. this is as real as everything else, as real as holding his hand for the first time, except this time she won't let herself let go. ]
Convinced?
[ it's not mocking in the slightest, she just wants to know where they stand with one another, what page they're on, if they need to do anymore of this kind of catching up. she'd gladly shove him into another wall for the thrill of it if he still needs a little help getting it through his thick skull. ]