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Rose Tyler ([personal profile] badwolf) wrote 2013-10-06 10:55 am (UTC)

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[ No, there wouldn't be much lasting at this wee hour in the morning. Not with emotions and hormones flying at such high levels, enveloping them both with an attempt to try and snuff every last inhibition.

So she whines when he removes his grip, having come to like the possessiveness of it-- though she can't say she's ready to complain for where it relocates. Her mouth is too full of sharper gasps, little hisses and shuddered, not-quite words. It's nearly a distraction until she hears his voice again, in proper English this time. She doesn't move, lest her concentration falter, lest the rapidly building heat cease it's burn. Instead, she bites her lip and nods, sharp and many, even as her face contorts in what might be a grimace, cheeks flushing darker and darker in the dim of the room. ]


Y-yesyes it's okay, s'okay jus'-- Just--

[ She suddenly has to smack his hand away, replace it with her own as her back uncurls, flopping back against the bed, knees up and feet planting to shift the angle again, send him half an inch deeper (she shouts once), and he'd better get the idea of it, because she's going to kill him if he doesn't. ]

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