It's the way it's always been between them, even the way his hands follow down to curve around her ass. She doesn't even give the pretence of resisting this time.
It's different, kissing this younger man. Hot water is washing away the sweat and blood and the smell of gun powder, and his scent surrounds her. It is very much his scent.
She sinks into him, and maybe he can feel something in the way she touches him. Maybe he's just too caught up in the hot naked guapa in his shower. She doesn't know. And right now, she tells herself it doesn't matter.
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Date: 2010-03-06 12:51 am (UTC)It's different, kissing this younger man. Hot water is washing away the sweat and blood and the smell of gun powder, and his scent surrounds her. It is very much his scent.
She sinks into him, and maybe he can feel something in the way she touches him. Maybe he's just too caught up in the hot naked guapa in his shower. She doesn't know. And right now, she tells herself it doesn't matter.
He's here. He's touching her.