I think first that she's going to lead me somewhere, that whatever has brought this on will come to light, and then it'll be over. I think that and then she doesn't, not at all. The way she kisses me, that goes out of my head, and all I can do is sink into it. Hands steadying at her waist, I pull her closer, kissing her hard, rough nails digging through fabric. The curve of her body under my palms feels good enough I can't help a fleeting thought of backing her toward a wall, not bothering to wait for her place or mine.
A few years back, I might have tried to get away with exactly that. I'm not a dumb kid anymore, though, not completely. One thing I've learned for sure is that, at the end of the night, it's always a woman's choice. I'm a dumb mutt with a bone sometimes, willing to chase nearly anything in a skirt, though some options are infinitely superior to others. If a girl decides I'm worth the time, then it's a delicate balance of keeping her interested and following her lead.
I've never been too good with delicate, but I damn well try. One hand slipping up to cradle her jaw, I don't break for air until I have to.
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Date: 2015-01-13 09:42 pm (UTC)A few years back, I might have tried to get away with exactly that. I'm not a dumb kid anymore, though, not completely. One thing I've learned for sure is that, at the end of the night, it's always a woman's choice. I'm a dumb mutt with a bone sometimes, willing to chase nearly anything in a skirt, though some options are infinitely superior to others. If a girl decides I'm worth the time, then it's a delicate balance of keeping her interested and following her lead.
I've never been too good with delicate, but I damn well try. One hand slipping up to cradle her jaw, I don't break for air until I have to.