[ honestly, it's better he didn't ask. clarisse is rarely truly intimate with people — even with chris, it wasn't the sex that was really all that intimate; it was everything before and after: the holding hands, the cuddling, the quiet makeout sessions in quiet places where no one could hear them laughing with every kiss and flutter of eyelashes. she isn't really sure she knows how to be soft the way he wants her to be during sex; it's always been such a power play for her, and that in and of itself is intimate in its own way, just not the way he wants it to be. she would've found it insulting if he'd accused this of being nothing and that would've been the end of it, regardless of how close they both are.
as it is, she finds herself gasping into his mouth as the heel of his hand presses down between her legs, causing the muscles in her thighs to tense involuntarily. if she had anymore complaints, they're completely lost on his lips, her words and her breath stolen away by the only person she is finding that truly knows how. had chris ever made her feel this breathless, at such a loss for words? she can't even seem to remember, not with luke's hands sliding down her legs, pulling her underwear with them.
she doesn't even have it in her to say something witty, or even attempt to, because as soon as she moves to open her mouth against his, he claims it once again, and all she can manage is a breathy inhale as she's finally able to feel all of him against her. she smooths the hair against the base of luke's neck, as if petting him will coerce him into her as she whispers something that sounds like a promise against his lips. ]
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as it is, she finds herself gasping into his mouth as the heel of his hand presses down between her legs, causing the muscles in her thighs to tense involuntarily. if she had anymore complaints, they're completely lost on his lips, her words and her breath stolen away by the only person she is finding that truly knows how. had chris ever made her feel this breathless, at such a loss for words? she can't even seem to remember, not with luke's hands sliding down her legs, pulling her underwear with them.
she doesn't even have it in her to say something witty, or even attempt to, because as soon as she moves to open her mouth against his, he claims it once again, and all she can manage is a breathy inhale as she's finally able to feel all of him against her. she smooths the hair against the base of luke's neck, as if petting him will coerce him into her as she whispers something that sounds like a promise against his lips. ]
Next time, you won't have to.