[ She stiffens her bottom lip, refusing to answer. Maybe she did worry he never missed her... that duty brought him down a hole he couldn't get out of. It almost does for her, sometimes, where she wants to pull a 24/7 shift at Meka to keep the patrol strong. With that kind of burden, life falls apart.
Fortunately... they didn't let it get that far. Fate brought her back here and look what happened! Wounds that healed easier than with Mercy's staff – picking up where time had split them apart and left them in their own directions. Hana has to contend with want and desires, her own bubbling need battles logic – that food and sleep would be a better way to spend their time but...
She wanted him. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss on the beach, how he saved her – think about the words that still feel free in her mind.
But, those thoughts come later... she needs to come first. :/ Maybe he remembers how she likes this, how the motions of his hand his spots that feel sensitive and pinpointed. Hana's jaw drops – a croaked cry of pleasure echoing around the enclosed space easily. One of her legs hikes up just a little off the floor, giving him better access to feel her, to aggressively pound against her front half. There was so much they needed to share together, and so much she wanted to do to him in return.
His actions inspire – and blindly with her eyes rolled back at the right pressure, she fumbles around his front half to try to feel for him. Once she does, her grip is strong. Firm. Desperate. Hana strokes against him, tugging him closer as if she wanted to make his job difficult. Sneaky girl. ]
You're doing good... really good – [ Her breath shaky, her eyes gaze up to him if he pulls his features from her neck – where she looks most needy. ] 10/10... even... just don't stop until I say so... nnn, okay?
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Fortunately... they didn't let it get that far. Fate brought her back here and look what happened! Wounds that healed easier than with Mercy's staff – picking up where time had split them apart and left them in their own directions. Hana has to contend with want and desires, her own bubbling need battles logic – that food and sleep would be a better way to spend their time but...
She wanted him. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss on the beach, how he saved her – think about the words that still feel free in her mind.
But, those thoughts come later... she needs to come first. :/ Maybe he remembers how she likes this, how the motions of his hand his spots that feel sensitive and pinpointed. Hana's jaw drops – a croaked cry of pleasure echoing around the enclosed space easily. One of her legs hikes up just a little off the floor, giving him better access to feel her, to aggressively pound against her front half. There was so much they needed to share together, and so much she wanted to do to him in return.
His actions inspire – and blindly with her eyes rolled back at the right pressure, she fumbles around his front half to try to feel for him. Once she does, her grip is strong. Firm. Desperate. Hana strokes against him, tugging him closer as if she wanted to make his job difficult. Sneaky girl. ]
You're doing good... really good – [ Her breath shaky, her eyes gaze up to him if he pulls his features from her neck – where she looks most needy. ] 10/10... even... just don't stop until I say so... nnn, okay?