She holds him, one hand weaving in his hair, keeping him close as she melts back, aftershocks shimmering through her. Her body clamps and ripples around him, like she could take him into her and never have to let him go.
Her breath is ragged against his lips, and her hand slips over his back. She needs this, needs him close, not caring about his weight above her. She needs him, and right here, right now, she's not afraid to make that fact very clear.
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Date: 2009-11-13 10:00 pm (UTC)Her breath is ragged against his lips, and her hand slips over his back. She needs this, needs him close, not caring about his weight above her. She needs him, and right here, right now, she's not afraid to make that fact very clear.