She inhales, sharp, back arching. It's been too long. Too long since she's last felt the press of someone's warmth against her, skin practically alight with heat, the pulse of his heart hammering through every brush of skin against skin. Words pass by her without meaning. A cry falls from her lips, surprisingly open, unguarded, as she peers through shadowed eyes, watchful. Her hips roll, demanding— there's a place for a gentle touch, and this isn't it, not with the fire that practically sears through his very being, anger and determination in the set of his lips that she leans forward to quickly capture, words muffled against skin as she takes him further in. "Mmmphfuck," she cries against his lips, desperate, fingers dragging down his back, and the spill of shadowed light in the bathysphere over his face only makes her watch more, catching every turn in expression.
He wears his heart on his sleeve, today.
But there's a suspicion that lingers on the edge of Faye's mind as well, as she feels her heart hammering enough to practically leap from her chest. And that's just it.
"Who said anything," she manages, voice pulled taut and strained, "about not coming back for more?"
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Date: 2011-10-11 05:59 am (UTC)He wears his heart on his sleeve, today.
But there's a suspicion that lingers on the edge of Faye's mind as well, as she feels her heart hammering enough to practically leap from her chest. And that's just it.
"Who said anything," she manages, voice pulled taut and strained, "about not coming back for more?"