[ from her position on the bed, she can see nearly all of him standing there, watching his shoulder blades work as he sheds himself of the remains of the shirt she had so inspiredly tore in half. it's almost a religious experience, watching him at the foot of the bed, taking in every detail of him she can — the curve of his mouth, familiar and tempting; his broad shoulders that once carried so much weight she isn't sure how he bore it alone; his fingers, impossibly long digits that hold in them so much power and persuasion; his hips she wishes she could reach, to grab him and pull him into her, offer him the release he so clearly needs.
a thousand butterflies fill her torso, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over her just from looking at him. her leg shifts slightly, bending her knee just so that she can attempt to calm the beating of her heart between her legs. he could just stand there and she could give him a show, press her fingers hard between her legs and moan his name for him until her whole body quivers and she's reduced to the mess he made of her — if he'd taken any longer returning to the bed, she might have. ]
I will if you don't get over here.
[ she's not actually threatening to leave, but he is too far away and she needs the weight of him on top of her, needs to leave the mark of clarisse la rue on his back when he fucks her and she claws at him for more. despite being in his domain, she will claim his territory as her own and the marks she gives him will be reminders of that. this will be her victory but she will share with him its glory. ]
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a thousand butterflies fill her torso, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over her just from looking at him. her leg shifts slightly, bending her knee just so that she can attempt to calm the beating of her heart between her legs. he could just stand there and she could give him a show, press her fingers hard between her legs and moan his name for him until her whole body quivers and she's reduced to the mess he made of her — if he'd taken any longer returning to the bed, she might have. ]
I will if you don't get over here.
[ she's not actually threatening to leave, but he is too far away and she needs the weight of him on top of her, needs to leave the mark of clarisse la rue on his back when he fucks her and she claws at him for more. despite being in his domain, she will claim his territory as her own and the marks she gives him will be reminders of that. this will be her victory but she will share with him its glory. ]