His want trickles out to meet hers in a measured, steady line. There's something about her that's young and inexperienced, for all the age she may think she has and the weariness in her eyes. So he goes slow, plays gentle.
At least in that respect.
He groans, resists the urge to thrust into her. Instead-- well, two can play at that game. His hands come up again, fingertips sliding underneath the edge of her neckline, trailing down.
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Date: 2005-07-11 03:05 am (UTC)At least in that respect.
He groans, resists the urge to thrust into her. Instead-- well, two can play at that game. His hands come up again, fingertips sliding underneath the edge of her neckline, trailing down.