[ It gets an eager response, stifling a muffled sound into his mouth at the catch of his teeth. More than right with her, high and catching in her throat in enjoyed surprise. Sparking warm and full in her limbs as she slips her arms over his shoulders, tilting her head to angle it better. Pressing into him fully, her chest to his, to feel the rise and fall of him as herself. Because the flush on her face, this time, has nothing to do with pleased embarrassment, when he pulls back. She wants to tangle her fingers into his hair, she wants to drag nails over him, oh she wants, and she wants, and she wants -
Opens her eyes, and there is a thought for the chatter of the women who taught her about such things, about wanting too obviously - try to keep it out of your eyes, Lakshmi, always too much there - but it wasn't something she ever learned how to stop either. Swallows, smiling a little. ]
I could feel your fingers on my back all night. I thought I was going to go mad. [ and she kisses him again, not half so polite, surging up against him with that impatience, that frustration that had been sitting building for so long now. ]
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Opens her eyes, and there is a thought for the chatter of the women who taught her about such things, about wanting too obviously - try to keep it out of your eyes, Lakshmi, always too much there - but it wasn't something she ever learned how to stop either. Swallows, smiling a little. ]
I could feel your fingers on my back all night. I thought I was going to go mad. [ and she kisses him again, not half so polite, surging up against him with that impatience, that frustration that had been sitting building for so long now. ]