[ this is the part he’s fought hardest: the skill to delineate around his darker temptations, to pick out the moments he could allow to himself, to give in to what he truly desired. when it comes to her, he’s struggled with it too. they both have, and that’s why having this night to themselves is so important.
he can't find a single reason why he shouldn’t be chasing after that cute little pout, pressing her back until she’s flush against the door and he’s flush against her. his jacket shields her from the chill of the door plank, but it slides promisingly down her shoulder. he’s only patient enough to let her words shape between them before wanting a taste of that alluring accent weaves around her syllables. it's an indication of sorts, as much as the sharpness of her teeth that catches the end of a taunting drag, speaking volumes about what she wants. a quick inhale hisses between his own teeth, before a huff of a laugh presses to her jaw and a nip of his own follows at her pulse point. ]
Glad you think so too, [ are the smothered words to the crook of her neck above the exposed shoulder. one hand searches for the lever of the door, as the other glides down her waist, smoothing along the satin and sweep of her hip. his digits curve under her thigh, encouraging her to lift to her toes, to let him press closer between her legs where her invites him in.
but his other hand comes to a stop as the handle barely gives and clinks in its locked position. ]
Fuck. [ frustration catches in his throat as he lifts his head up to look at her, eyes blown wide with desire as his own teeth catch his bottom lip and a resigned half shake of his head halts the sear under his skin. ]
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he can't find a single reason why he shouldn’t be chasing after that cute little pout, pressing her back until she’s flush against the door and he’s flush against her. his jacket shields her from the chill of the door plank, but it slides promisingly down her shoulder. he’s only patient enough to let her words shape between them before wanting a taste of that alluring accent weaves around her syllables. it's an indication of sorts, as much as the sharpness of her teeth that catches the end of a taunting drag, speaking volumes about what she wants. a quick inhale hisses between his own teeth, before a huff of a laugh presses to her jaw and a nip of his own follows at her pulse point. ]
Glad you think so too, [ are the smothered words to the crook of her neck above the exposed shoulder. one hand searches for the lever of the door, as the other glides down her waist, smoothing along the satin and sweep of her hip. his digits curve under her thigh, encouraging her to lift to her toes, to let him press closer between her legs where her invites him in.
but his other hand comes to a stop as the handle barely gives and clinks in its locked position. ]
Fuck. [ frustration catches in his throat as he lifts his head up to look at her, eyes blown wide with desire as his own teeth catch his bottom lip and a resigned half shake of his head halts the sear under his skin. ]
Think you could…?