[ It had been her business as Queen - or as a wife, to pour over other's needs. These days, her goals were a different kind of broad, with little space for indulging in kindness, but it still comes naturally. To pour over him in return. To leave lines of kisses, to feel how he moves against her, to focus on the sound he makes and draw them from him in eagerness that she has the same effect on him that he does on her. Says that has no future, and she caters to him like he was her husband - and perhaps, he reminds her of him, sometimes. Not, not in the physical. Gangadhar had been a stately man, but he too had been bright. Keen. Interested, always interested. Taught her to be the same. Despite their differences, it had been easy to love him, in their way.
Perhaps it has nothing at all to do with ruling, perhaps it is that she likes her control, likes to control. But like this, she thinks it is forgivable. Or that he does not seem to mind very much.
Means though, that she's focused on him, to not quite notice as his hands move, even when he presses them together and closer. But it's impossible not to, as his thumb moves, catching where she's sensitive and she rocks in easy reaction. A grind of shock that wants, and she reaches to kiss him again. It's not half so careful, half so polite. It's demanding, dragging her mouth over his, as she breathes shakily on his name like a sacred thing. Miles, and she scrapes her nails across his skin in impatience. There are still too many clothes between them. But she'll see to it, in just a second, just a second, and she moans into his mouth as his thumb circles around teasingly enough to make it hard to follow through on anything else but pressing in and around.
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Perhaps it has nothing at all to do with ruling, perhaps it is that she likes her control, likes to control. But like this, she thinks it is forgivable. Or that he does not seem to mind very much.
Means though, that she's focused on him, to not quite notice as his hands move, even when he presses them together and closer. But it's impossible not to, as his thumb moves, catching where she's sensitive and she rocks in easy reaction. A grind of shock that wants, and she reaches to kiss him again. It's not half so careful, half so polite. It's demanding, dragging her mouth over his, as she breathes shakily on his name like a sacred thing. Miles, and she scrapes her nails across his skin in impatience. There are still too many clothes between them. But she'll see to it, in just a second, just a second, and she moans into his mouth as his thumb circles around teasingly enough to make it hard to follow through on anything else but pressing in and around.
It's really been far too long. ]