Easy shift of my body, slipping closer, pressing tightly against his mouth and his hands on my hips, scarred skin sweat-slick and warm against mine. The heat of him is something wonderful, and I cannot, suddenly, comprehend how I survived so many years without his hands on me.
Quiet little whimper caught in Slade's throat that makes me want to bite him, Slade's eye gone wide and dark from Wintergreen's hands on him. There is no reason whatsoever that I shouldn't, tilting my head in and down, pressing my teeth to the scar on his shoulder.
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Date: 2008-06-30 04:18 pm (UTC)Quiet little whimper caught in Slade's throat that makes me want to bite him, Slade's eye gone wide and dark from Wintergreen's hands on him. There is no reason whatsoever that I shouldn't, tilting my head in and down, pressing my teeth to the scar on his shoulder.