Ah, John... [His name escapes her, beyond her control almost, when she feels his teeth teasing sensitive flesh. Knowing how easily she could be torn apart, the danger rattling through her in a way that builds with the threat of release.
Sex is instinct, but fear is too for her, and muddled within that is the sense of control and power sleeping with someone does offer her and it's one of the few times she actually still feels alive.
She's looking, eyes half-lidded, up at the ceiling, finding shapes in the cracks to keep herself grounded, shifting her hips up so he can pull the cloth of her gown further down, along with her undergarments if he so chooses-- lacy and useless with how wet she is now.
Her hand meets his, and she shifts back a bit more to prop her back up against a pillow to look down at him. Her own way of intimacy, along with her lacing his fingers between his.
He seems to take up the whole bed compared to her.]
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Sex is instinct, but fear is too for her, and muddled within that is the sense of control and power sleeping with someone does offer her and it's one of the few times she actually still feels alive.
She's looking, eyes half-lidded, up at the ceiling, finding shapes in the cracks to keep herself grounded, shifting her hips up so he can pull the cloth of her gown further down, along with her undergarments if he so chooses-- lacy and useless with how wet she is now.
Her hand meets his, and she shifts back a bit more to prop her back up against a pillow to look down at him. Her own way of intimacy, along with her lacing his fingers between his.
He seems to take up the whole bed compared to her.]