A noise between a groan and a sigh pushes out of Kara’s lungs at the picture he paints for her, but the retort on the tip of her tongue flies off faster than a firecracker (which is what she is, he the flame).
“You got it, Nicholas. I want him to see you take every frakking inch and think about what he’s missing,” her grin tilts crookedly, dangerously, and she nips along his jaw. “I want him to think about how much you burn inside for it. For me.”
Kara tries to hide a gasp when his hand slopes down, biting the inside of her cheek hard as she feels him against her, torturous and teasing. She resists the urge to grind against him -- she won’t give him the satisfaction.
“You can feel it?” She snorts, though her eyes stray to a random steel beam restlessly. “What, you some kinda oracle now? You feel a tingle in your balls? Besides, I didn’t do anything. Fate is just often out of our control, that’s one thing I know now.”
She rips the rest of the shirt open, probably the sixth one this week and it isn’t even Friday yet, before leaning forward and swirling her tongue around one of his nipples before blowing cool air on it. Best distract him before she starts asking too many questions.
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29/7/15 03:55 (UTC)“You got it, Nicholas. I want him to see you take every frakking inch and think about what he’s missing,” her grin tilts crookedly, dangerously, and she nips along his jaw. “I want him to think about how much you burn inside for it. For me.”
Kara tries to hide a gasp when his hand slopes down, biting the inside of her cheek hard as she feels him against her, torturous and teasing. She resists the urge to grind against him -- she won’t give him the satisfaction.
“You can feel it?” She snorts, though her eyes stray to a random steel beam restlessly. “What, you some kinda oracle now? You feel a tingle in your balls? Besides, I didn’t do anything. Fate is just often out of our control, that’s one thing I know now.”
She rips the rest of the shirt open, probably the sixth one this week and it isn’t even Friday yet, before leaning forward and swirling her tongue around one of his nipples before blowing cool air on it. Best distract him before she starts asking too many questions.
Deny everything, isn’t that how the saying goes?