[like that? she asks all propped up and pretty for him and he resists the urge to drag her back down by her ankles. the image makes his cock twitch. he'll be her teacher and her student tonight, that's what he gets to do with girls like her. girls with darkness in them that they prefer to hide away when all he'd like to do is tear off their mask and have them whimpering their deepest desires while he's between their legs.]

Perfect.

[what a show compared to how they first met. no more wild anger in her eyes or intent to kill if she could. she's asking for him and his service, which he's happy to give to her. the mattress dips as he crawls onto it beside her, nudging her legs further apart to kneel between them. not keen on exposing her too quickly and more interested in finding her sweet spots, saber massages a knuckle into her shorts, pressing against her clit, feeling her heat and wetness begin to reach the second layer of fabric.]

Fuck, you're really wet. I was gonna wait to take 'em off, but maybe I shouldn't.

[settling back on his haunches and running his free hand up her stomach, under her shirt to graze beneath her breasts. this is second nature to him. there's a familiarity in how he touches shauna. he seems to know every inch of her skin, every spot that might make her breath hitch. his touch is tantalizing, and finally he catches her nipple between his fingers to pinch gently.]

Talk to me, sweetheart. Which do you like more? Soft, [more gentle pinching paired with rubbing over her nipple with the tip of his finger, then he pinches a bit rougher. less experimental, but sure to keep it pleasurable. he's gauging her tolerance.] or hard?

[he's not making it easy for her, still teasing her through her shorts, dampening the fabric even more.]