[ clarisse had about half a mind to just sit up and meet luke halfway, shoving him back into the sheets as he denied her before, but she remains patient, curious, a respite before the battle that is yet to come. the war she wages with luke for control is at a standstill, both of them refusing to back down — clarisse may not be actively asserting herself, but she has been dictating the rules and direction of this little encounter since the beginning, silently or otherwise.
as luke's hand moves up her leg, she thinks it's a good thing she decided to wear a dress today. they aren't her normal standard of beauty; they come with so much other pressure to look beautiful — makeup, accessories, shaving — but she'd glad she chose today, of all days, to uphold the societal standard. silena never pressured her or tried to convince her that her natural body hair wasn't beautiful, but even clarisse, one of the boys, understands that sometimes it's okay to be a girl, and the amount of hair on her legs doesn't change who she is.
today, her legs are smooth, though she has a feeling luke wouldn't really care either way. he expects her to be one of the boys, hard and tough with none of the feminine qualities her genetics have gifted her. but today she is strikingly feminine, all her roughness concealed behind smooth legs and full breasts.
his breath on her thigh makes her inhale sharply, but she grins down at him approvingly, the arch of her hips when his nose brushes so close enough to tell him, yes, keep doing that. she doesn't realize she isn't breathing until something escapes her mouth that sounds almost like a whimper, the muscles in her thigh tensing when he bites her. she throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, and she raises a hand to her mouth to bite down hard on her forefinger, her other hand clenching hard at the sheets next to her. ]
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as luke's hand moves up her leg, she thinks it's a good thing she decided to wear a dress today. they aren't her normal standard of beauty; they come with so much other pressure to look beautiful — makeup, accessories, shaving — but she'd glad she chose today, of all days, to uphold the societal standard. silena never pressured her or tried to convince her that her natural body hair wasn't beautiful, but even clarisse, one of the boys, understands that sometimes it's okay to be a girl, and the amount of hair on her legs doesn't change who she is.
today, her legs are smooth, though she has a feeling luke wouldn't really care either way. he expects her to be one of the boys, hard and tough with none of the feminine qualities her genetics have gifted her. but today she is strikingly feminine, all her roughness concealed behind smooth legs and full breasts.
his breath on her thigh makes her inhale sharply, but she grins down at him approvingly, the arch of her hips when his nose brushes so close enough to tell him, yes, keep doing that. she doesn't realize she isn't breathing until something escapes her mouth that sounds almost like a whimper, the muscles in her thigh tensing when he bites her. she throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, and she raises a hand to her mouth to bite down hard on her forefinger, her other hand clenching hard at the sheets next to her. ]