It's almost like chambering a bullet, or sliding into lock. His mouth, his fingers, him. And her. She should've felt it coming but it sneaks up out of nowhere, this feeling of something so right that there has to be a shoe to drop or a sniper aiming at her.
She yields under his mouth, whimpers into it, soft, softer than she's ever been. Softer than she's ever wanted to be. But her fingers dig in, holding on tight. Like tomorrow it'll all be gone or maybe even tonight.
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Date: 2011-11-27 07:30 pm (UTC)She yields under his mouth, whimpers into it, soft, softer than she's ever been. Softer than she's ever wanted to be. But her fingers dig in, holding on tight. Like tomorrow it'll all be gone or maybe even tonight.