Date: 2018-03-21 07:43 am (UTC)
originallutece: til i get that research grant (flirt; gonna stare at you all lustful)
Christ, Jamie--

[She whispers it, but it's amused, amused and aroused, and maybe once he comes she'll tell him just what she thinks of him calling her that all night. But right now she's concerned about only one thing.

Her hips snap up more readily, meeting each thrust, and though her body feels on fire with oversensitivity, it's a sensation she enjoys. She moans freely, loving it for what it is, feeling her breasts bounce as he fucks her with abandon.]


Come on-- I can feel it coming, come on, sweet--

[She tips her heads, breathing the words against his ear. Her hands drag down, sweeping over his broad shoulders and slipping down his back. She expects smooth skin, perhaps broken up with scars, but what she feels--

She doesn't know what she feels. It's so rough, and for half a second her eyes widen, but she shoves her shock aside. It's scarring or the remnants of a burn, she has no idea what, but she won't ruin things by being a child about it. Her fingers stutter for only a few seconds, then continue their path downwards, til she's gripping his hips tightly.]
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