[shauna wrinkles her nose, bites back the retort -- that's the only way she's ever done it, the only experiences she's had the hasty, dark-road entanglements, climbing into jeff's lap, skirt hiked up, panties hanging off her leg or -- or more accurately, just pulled to one side. so she could leap back into the passenger seat if anyone came by, could be back to normal in an instant.
saber is -- lingering, though, taking his time, and shauna thinks of what she hadn't said, what she hadn't spoken aloud, how she likes it filthy and quick and hot in their shelter, likes it out by the pond or up against a tree when it's melissa under her, when it's her grimy hand pressed to the blonde's mouth, muffling the sweet, needy sounds she makes. shauna likes taking her time then. so she doesn't snip, lifts her chin instead, breathes in when he bends close, close, swallows the scent of him.
the t-shirt rides up where his fingers linger, and shauna's eyes flutter closed for a hazy, hungry moment, before she's rocking back, folding, sitting on the bed and feeling the silk sheets warm to her touch as she scoots back, shorts riding lower as she does, settling up towards the pillows. her hands twitch, thinking of how you touch yourself, but she stays propped up on her elbows, dark eyes intent, focused, locked on him.] Like -- that? [there's the tiniest quaver of unsurety, of shy uneasy, and saber says get you wet like she isn't already, like her underwear is soaked through.]
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saber is -- lingering, though, taking his time, and shauna thinks of what she hadn't said, what she hadn't spoken aloud, how she likes it filthy and quick and hot in their shelter, likes it out by the pond or up against a tree when it's melissa under her, when it's her grimy hand pressed to the blonde's mouth, muffling the sweet, needy sounds she makes. shauna likes taking her time then. so she doesn't snip, lifts her chin instead, breathes in when he bends close, close, swallows the scent of him.
the t-shirt rides up where his fingers linger, and shauna's eyes flutter closed for a hazy, hungry moment, before she's rocking back, folding, sitting on the bed and feeling the silk sheets warm to her touch as she scoots back, shorts riding lower as she does, settling up towards the pillows. her hands twitch, thinking of how you touch yourself, but she stays propped up on her elbows, dark eyes intent, focused, locked on him.] Like -- that? [there's the tiniest quaver of unsurety, of shy uneasy, and saber says get you wet like she isn't already, like her underwear is soaked through.]