[ She cared little about the pizza growing cold when the waters in the tub remained piping hot. Despite how scalding it had been when she drew it, they were warm for other reasons now. They literally were testing the water with intimacy of two damaged people. It wasn't just him obsessing over her like her prior Geass powers would invoke, it wasn't him needing a quick lay to get through the day. He explores, tentatively with curious fingers and attention to her own reactions.
Her thighs clamp together as she sighs, sinking into him at each deeper touch of his hands. The water may slosh around them but she tries her best to remain still among the shivers that cracks down her spine. ]
You know how to use your hands in many situations. Color me impressed.
[ Her head tilts back, the undeniable way he kisses away and focuses only keep her firmly pressed back between his legs – where any truths can easily be revealed at this point. He was, but only human. A man in every sense of the word. The massage was less about relaxation, she suspects – if that was his goal he'd hire another to lay their hands on her. Instead, he claims responsibility. He claims purpose. And it makes her groan in annoyance.
He knew how to touch her in ways lovers long since forgot how to. The history she's had filed away, buried under years of apathy. Where boredom would bring another to her bed, but when that grows tiresome...? Then what? She did not sustain herself devouring men or women alike, instead the centuries on this Earth were filled with one goal.
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Her thighs clamp together as she sighs, sinking into him at each deeper touch of his hands. The water may slosh around them but she tries her best to remain still among the shivers that cracks down her spine. ]
You know how to use your hands in many situations. Color me impressed.
[ Her head tilts back, the undeniable way he kisses away and focuses only keep her firmly pressed back between his legs – where any truths can easily be revealed at this point. He was, but only human. A man in every sense of the word. The massage was less about relaxation, she suspects – if that was his goal he'd hire another to lay their hands on her. Instead, he claims responsibility. He claims purpose. And it makes her groan in annoyance.
He knew how to touch her in ways lovers long since forgot how to. The history she's had filed away, buried under years of apathy. Where boredom would bring another to her bed, but when that grows tiresome...? Then what? She did not sustain herself devouring men or women alike, instead the centuries on this Earth were filled with one goal.
And now he messes that up. ]
This is stupid, Jason. You know it is...