More was the pity for that - there is a sort of savouring of them, she had always liked to it, a half a lifetime ago. That sort of pride to poke at in the morning. Feel the ache of when she moved about in the rest of her day pleasantly. But - those were the choices she'd made.
Which as much as her sigh is mournful when the fingers leave her hair, she's happy to return the favour. Her hands drop, catching against the hollow of her thighs to find Teren's hair, scraping through it roughly as she anchors herself there. There isn't much else to do. Teren's grip is an anchor that stops anymore than the barest twitch of her hips. And when the inevitable comes as suddenly as it hadn't, she - "Shit."
Her fingers curl in, harsher than someone else might want to. Less than the most Teren can take, she's sure. Because if she wasn't aroused before this, she was now. That unmistakable pool of heat that trickles down her limbs. A click over like Tesla's motors, that twist of lightning that builds up inside a rifle's barrel.
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Date: 2018-11-17 08:00 am (UTC)Which as much as her sigh is mournful when the fingers leave her hair, she's happy to return the favour. Her hands drop, catching against the hollow of her thighs to find Teren's hair, scraping through it roughly as she anchors herself there. There isn't much else to do. Teren's grip is an anchor that stops anymore than the barest twitch of her hips. And when the inevitable comes as suddenly as it hadn't, she - "Shit."
Her fingers curl in, harsher than someone else might want to. Less than the most Teren can take, she's sure. Because if she wasn't aroused before this, she was now. That unmistakable pool of heat that trickles down her limbs. A click over like Tesla's motors, that twist of lightning that builds up inside a rifle's barrel.