There's an erratic pattern to Faye's breath, sharp little intakes at the surprises and measured breathing in between. She could war with him for the touch, take control of the way that he wraps around her now, exploring, nudging — but why fight that battle? Pleasure is pleasure, and the curiosity falls more towards his words.
He has the effect of making her feel wrong, even when she knows she isn't.
"I'm young. I'm beautiful, and smarter than anyone tends to give me credit for, because my face discounts my intelligence," Faye says, raising her hips off of House's lap just enough to shove her shorts and panties down until they pool mid-thigh. "And none of that says anything about whether or not the world is worth living for. Or if you have the right people in it. An individual chess piece is nothing but simple, yet it only takes thirty-two to make a game that people are still studying today."
A soft moan falls from her lips when she brushes his fingers by her entrance, still aching for the touch, and keeping the column of her neck perilously close to the brush of his breath.
"You're lonely. Simple idea. Solving that, on the other hand."
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Date: 2013-09-28 08:05 am (UTC)He has the effect of making her feel wrong, even when she knows she isn't.
"I'm young. I'm beautiful, and smarter than anyone tends to give me credit for, because my face discounts my intelligence," Faye says, raising her hips off of House's lap just enough to shove her shorts and panties down until they pool mid-thigh. "And none of that says anything about whether or not the world is worth living for. Or if you have the right people in it. An individual chess piece is nothing but simple, yet it only takes thirty-two to make a game that people are still studying today."
A soft moan falls from her lips when she brushes his fingers by her entrance, still aching for the touch, and keeping the column of her neck perilously close to the brush of his breath.
"You're lonely. Simple idea. Solving that, on the other hand."