( marc continues to be nearly impossible to read — so she’ll tell herself that this is for the challenge. she’s doing this because he’s hard to read, because she’s not sure where she stands with him. it’s practice. it’s a bit of fun on the side. it’s something to ensure that her skills stay sharp. it’s harmless.
(there’s comfort in it, too. comfort in the way he finally winds an arm around her waist, in how he takes a handful of skin and pulls her in tight and kisses her like he can’t breathe.) )
Mm. ( murmured against his skin, irrespective of the water between them. she’s sore if he holds her too tight, but she doesn’t care; that’s part of it, too. the sensation of feeling still alive at the end of a difficult night, and having someone there to witness it.
he’d liked when she bit him. noting that, she runs her lips over the muscle where his neck meets his shoulder, nipping with kitten teeth and then sucking a mark there. her hands brush from his shoulders down, fingers skating over his chest, thumbing over his nipples and the smattering of hair, dropping to the lines of his abdomen.
she doesn’t touch his length directly, not yet; instead she’ll press her hips in, trap the hardness of him between their wet, slick bodies. )
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(there’s comfort in it, too. comfort in the way he finally winds an arm around her waist, in how he takes a handful of skin and pulls her in tight and kisses her like he can’t breathe.) )
Mm. ( murmured against his skin, irrespective of the water between them. she’s sore if he holds her too tight, but she doesn’t care; that’s part of it, too. the sensation of feeling still alive at the end of a difficult night, and having someone there to witness it.
he’d liked when she bit him. noting that, she runs her lips over the muscle where his neck meets his shoulder, nipping with kitten teeth and then sucking a mark there. her hands brush from his shoulders down, fingers skating over his chest, thumbing over his nipples and the smattering of hair, dropping to the lines of his abdomen.
she doesn’t touch his length directly, not yet; instead she’ll press her hips in, trap the hardness of him between their wet, slick bodies. )