" can't ignore orders. y'know me. ever the good little soldier. "
kisses upon kisses upon flesh, drives his skin into bumps. the shiver so welcomed that only violence and her lips could bring out of him. hands squeeze with each comforting press.
she feels so warm —
and even in heat like this, he'd melt and still find a way to want her to set him on fire.
" with pleasure. " fingers grasp her by the chin and raise her to his own lips, pressing deeply in the hopes it sufficed for her fee.
and he took some more. a tease of tongue with it.
there's gonna be hell to pay in her answer - ready to rip military grade equipment from his chest like its paper.
if the clothes could just /melt/ between them already.
" love when you get vocal about it. 'ow hoarse that voice gets. like fuckin' music. "
like daggers. she's got the only stare that could shake him to the core. as hard as it could be - when she wanted something. she got it.
fuck did he admire that.
" do tell me these 'things', will you? "
﹙ her breath leaves her ━ fierce expression only hardening . it's ... sinful . truly . manicured fingers make way to the front of his shirt where they cling ; a battle of self control . god、she wanted to kiss him . wanted him to take
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we got time.
plenty'a room.
( fingers run along her skin, retracing his steps back upward. just taking his time before he makes for the sides of her neck, a gentle pull down toward him. )
night 'asn't even started yet.
﹙ boricua can't hide her grin、shifting weight to properly straddle . neck extends just enough to inhale heady coconut skin . she smelled like an island . ﹚ 〝 mmm ... where we get sore and get out of bed feelin' it . i miss /those/
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kind've nights that make us forget what time it is?
( it isn't subtle, it's fond, though. his hands reaching down to her side and finding home space there, giving a squeeze. ) yeah. i know 'xactly what you mean.
﹙ oh、to be touched like this . it gave her goosebumps . some she was sure he could see forming along her arms、back、exposed thighs . ﹚〝 you know what i mean ... those nights where neither of us sleep ? 〞
remniscing, ay?
s'not a bad thing. wanna catch me up?
( his fingers are trailing along shoulders, up to the crook of her neck, finding the smallest parts of exposed skin he can touch. )
love to 'ear it.
﹙ brown hues rolled so hard 、they were nearly covered by thick liner and fluttering lashes . still、she settles in this space . ﹚〝 you can say that . maybe i'm getting flashbacks sitting in this spot . maybe i'm smiling at those
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that's not a bad take, actually.
( wouldn't bother to imitate her back, embarrassment of butchering such a lovely voice and accent - ) if not nap - 'n what? just wanna lounge in yer favorite seat?
〝 i don' do naps .. 〞﹙ says in botched british accent . it's nasally and playful . ﹚〝 'll ruin yer ole day、mate . 〞﹙ clearly attempting to mimic /him/ 、but the puerto rican accent slips through . ﹚