[ clarisse is gloating and she knows it. the sway of her hips in time with the last button is her own personal victory, and for now, nothing can wipe the proud smirk off her face, not even the momentary twitch of her abdomen when luke digs his nails into her skin, his teeth grazing at a much more sensitive part of her body. she finds a hand in his hair again, kneading at his scalp and pressing him closer. with the buttons undone, the shirt falls loosely off one shoulder with just a shrug.
she laughs, low and breathy, and almost forgets what she was going to say. he's being very distracting and it shouldn't be fair that him growling at her should be that hot. it speaks to the carnal part of her and she almost growls back, but it gets mangled in her throat, twisting into something that's almost a moan but not quite. luke can be good with his mouth when he wants to be. ]
I know.
[ she manages to focus long enough to remember that luke is still in his jeans, and those really need to go. there's too much material between them, too much getting in the way — and despite the fact that she could just dry hump him into submission, that's really no fun. maybe it's fun when you're teenagers and trying not to get caught and too scared to take everything off but still so desperate — but that isn't them or this and they've both been with people before, both know what it's like to feel someone's whole body beneath you, tensing and quivering beneath someone's touch.
her free hand reaches down toward the waistline of his jeans, fumbling one-handedly with the button and not having very much luck. she could bring her other hand down to help, but she likes it better in his hair, tugging at his hair like reigns. ]
Am I going to have to do all the undressing or are you going to help me?
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she laughs, low and breathy, and almost forgets what she was going to say. he's being very distracting and it shouldn't be fair that him growling at her should be that hot. it speaks to the carnal part of her and she almost growls back, but it gets mangled in her throat, twisting into something that's almost a moan but not quite. luke can be good with his mouth when he wants to be. ]
I know.
[ she manages to focus long enough to remember that luke is still in his jeans, and those really need to go. there's too much material between them, too much getting in the way — and despite the fact that she could just dry hump him into submission, that's really no fun. maybe it's fun when you're teenagers and trying not to get caught and too scared to take everything off but still so desperate — but that isn't them or this and they've both been with people before, both know what it's like to feel someone's whole body beneath you, tensing and quivering beneath someone's touch.
her free hand reaches down toward the waistline of his jeans, fumbling one-handedly with the button and not having very much luck. she could bring her other hand down to help, but she likes it better in his hair, tugging at his hair like reigns. ]
Am I going to have to do all the undressing or are you going to help me?