[ his voice pulls her out of the depths of her thoughts, jolts her back to reality where she is here with him, and not at camp, with someone who could have been him or wasn't him or wasn't anyone at all. she finds herself caught in his gaze once again, caught in the snare of his impossibly blue eyes — his eyes that observe and calculate everything around him as if it were a game of chess, trying to play every move to his advantage — but so close, in the heat of everything, all she sees is another set of familiar blue eyes, kinder and more gentle, and rarely with an unexpected passion.
she shouldn't be thinking about chris at a time like this and she knows it. she tries to rid herself of his image in her head, bucking her hips hard against luke's, finally pushing his underwear down far enough that she can feel him, even through the last restrictive layer of clothing she has on. then, with renewed vigor and a final bid to eject chris and all thoughts of camp half-blood from her mind, she snaps her teeth at him, her nails digging into his back like claws as she drags them firmly over the expanse of skin, leaving varying degrees of red marks etched there by her hand. ]
I'm afraid — [ she says, her voice low and rumbling like a vast army approaching from a distance, only discernible by the way the earth shakes under the march of thousands. her eyes flicker with the same mischievous glint from before, her lips curling into his as she drags him down with her hands tight in his hair again ] — you won't bite hard enough.
[ by which she really means, fuck me until i can't see straight and the only name on my lips is yours. she could easily turn the tables, flip their positions and fuck him into his own sheets with his shirt still hanging on her arms, but she wants to save that for another time, give him the satisfaction of having her before she shows her true colors and rides him like a general into battle. she's holding back on purpose, teasing him with what he thinks he can have, and doing the opposite of what he expects her to do. ]
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she shouldn't be thinking about chris at a time like this and she knows it. she tries to rid herself of his image in her head, bucking her hips hard against luke's, finally pushing his underwear down far enough that she can feel him, even through the last restrictive layer of clothing she has on. then, with renewed vigor and a final bid to eject chris and all thoughts of camp half-blood from her mind, she snaps her teeth at him, her nails digging into his back like claws as she drags them firmly over the expanse of skin, leaving varying degrees of red marks etched there by her hand. ]
I'm afraid — [ she says, her voice low and rumbling like a vast army approaching from a distance, only discernible by the way the earth shakes under the march of thousands. her eyes flicker with the same mischievous glint from before, her lips curling into his as she drags him down with her hands tight in his hair again ] — you won't bite hard enough.
[ by which she really means, fuck me until i can't see straight and the only name on my lips is yours. she could easily turn the tables, flip their positions and fuck him into his own sheets with his shirt still hanging on her arms, but she wants to save that for another time, give him the satisfaction of having her before she shows her true colors and rides him like a general into battle. she's holding back on purpose, teasing him with what he thinks he can have, and doing the opposite of what he expects her to do. ]