[ There's a soft chuckle when she says no. He can tell the difference between her goading statements and reality. When she really doesn't want something. Though the way she presses back onto his fingers once more is awfully misleading, but he supposes he can't fault her for want. He can't blame her for need or desire that amplifies and erases so many things. He knows if she had her hand on his cock he'd not be able to answer properly.
She's hardly a common slut. Certainly not in this alleyway and not anywhere else. But he doesn't say that. He stays silent and listens to her closely. There's a rough groan that escapes when she insists she wants to see every inch of him. There's a nagging thought in the back of Jamie's mind. Something he's yet to let her see. He's never had his shirt off around her. But she'll see his back and the scar of the cut away skin that once held a brand put into him by Black Jack Randall. He can only hope she doesn't question that one. He can field the ones about his back easily. ]
Then I'm afraid ye'll need to stop fucking yerself on my fingers so we can get home, Rosalind. [ He breathes out against her neck for a moment. Righting himself mentally. He knows he would have liked nothing more than to keep his fingers in her until she came around them, but he'll obey. For this. ] Cause I aim to be inside of you very soon.
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Date: 2018-03-14 05:10 am (UTC)She's hardly a common slut. Certainly not in this alleyway and not anywhere else. But he doesn't say that. He stays silent and listens to her closely. There's a rough groan that escapes when she insists she wants to see every inch of him. There's a nagging thought in the back of Jamie's mind. Something he's yet to let her see. He's never had his shirt off around her. But she'll see his back and the scar of the cut away skin that once held a brand put into him by Black Jack Randall. He can only hope she doesn't question that one. He can field the ones about his back easily. ]
Then I'm afraid ye'll need to stop fucking yerself on my fingers so we can get home, Rosalind. [ He breathes out against her neck for a moment. Righting himself mentally. He knows he would have liked nothing more than to keep his fingers in her until she came around them, but he'll obey. For this. ] Cause I aim to be inside of you very soon.