[ clarisse can already start to feel herself unwind, losing focus on what's happening and how it's happening — just that it is. with every sway of their hips together, she finds herself more and more lost in luke castellan. the sounds he's making and the words he speaks sound distant, but she tries to pull herself back to the reality of his hand against her back. unconsciously, she arches into him, making it easier for him to roam and easier for her to press up into him. her breath hitches, and she kisses him desperately to muffle the moan that almost escapes her lips. ]

You know, it's generally easier to fuck someone who isn't still wearing underwear.

[ she keeps one hand in his hair, keeping his lips drawn to hers, and tries to worm herself out of her underwear with one hand, but it's proving exceedingly difficult, especially with him in between her legs like that. ]

Really should've been the first thing to go.

[ and she isn't quite sure why she's being so talkative now, but something about the heat of the moment gets her mouth going. she tries to not break her kisses, instead kissing the words directly onto his lips. ]