Hearts in their eyes, chocolate in their hands... you've guessed it! It's that time of the year again, where everything goes to hell and shipping is at its high. Or something like that. Basically, this is an open Valentine's Day post for all of your shipping needs with Len.
How does this work, exactly? Easy! Just pick a character from my muselist and post a top level comment calling them out. I'm game for anything ship-wise, canon, cross-canon, you name it. I'll even work with CRAU. ♥ And then we go "love love" and keep on going.
[In spite of the burst of action, she doesn't seem winded in the least, nor does she notice his roving eyes. Whatever half-perceived threat had caught her attention is far more important, and Hinata's face is far too harmless to incite worry as she continues to monitor the situation.
But something's... off. The fingers of the hand that had been in his hair open and close slightly, as if trying to dispel the feeling of being asleep. But no, this feels far too nice. Strange. Then again, his hair is reminiscent of a small, fluffy animal in a way, so perhaps not that strange.
It takes a few seconds, but the set of her shoulders relaxes, and she shifts to rest her shinai against the ground and sink back into the water, closer to him this time.]
My apologies. [It doesn't sound like she's that sorry, though?? An uncertain beat, then she rests a hand on his shoulder as if to catch his attention.] Are you alright?
[ He has to catch his breath as he shifts his gaze away from her, making sure not to look at her directly in the eyes. He feels as if he's going to get killed if their eyes meet. ]
Y... yeah. [ No, he's not alright? He was right underneath her and now he's just... really close...?? ] I'm fine.
[He's still not looking at her, though... Concerned, she bites the inside of her cheek, keeping her hand on his shoulder. Perhaps literally shoving him under the water had been a mistake? She'd been trying to protect him from... whatever that sense was, but clearly she must have offended him in some way. Which is... disheartening. A mere tool may not need friends or feelings, but being seen as a person by all her classmates is nice. Better than nice, it's something she hasn't experienced very often. And Hinata has always been kind to her, spending his time with her without hesitation.
Perhaps she should find a way to apologize? If only she could think beyond how nice his shoulder feels beneath her hand, a sudden warmth that has nothing to do with the heated bath. The steam is starting to fog up her glasses, though... let her just remove them, setting them carefully by the shinai behind her. If something dangerous does show itself after all, she won't do either of them any good if she can't see through her glasses.]
Hinata.
[And her hand returns to his shoulder, fingers tightening in a gentle insistence as her brows furrow with confusion.]
[ There is a raise of curious brows as he looks at Pekoyama, green eyes blinking at her. It's nice, feeling her hand on his shoulder, but it's also... awkward. He finds himself flushing, licking dry lips awkwardly. ]
[She meets his eyes without flinching, though she bites the inside of her cheek again with uncertainty. No... no, she can't ask him something like that. It would be weird.
So with her cheeks flushing a light pink, she pulls her hand away and looks straight ahead, hand falling with a quiet plunk into the water. An athlete is always super-aware of her body, and right now...? Once under the water, her hand moves to graze her own thigh, pinching the skin in an attempt to distract herself.]
N-no. It's nothing.
[But he's so close. Even if she tries to distract herself, she can't deny that something about Hinata is even warmer than the surrounding water, drawing her closer until her shoulder bumps against his.]
[At the touch to her shoulder, she immediately stiffens, a strangled Weird Peko NoiseTM escaping from between her lips even as she tries to restrain herself. His touch is warm and pleasant, and she wants to trust him... wants to feel more of that touch, too.]
I... I...
[But suddenly it's so hard to think about anything other than the warmth of his hand, radiating through her skin and sending another sharp shock of heat to coil low in her stomach. Her fingers pinch her own thigh again, harder this time, trying to reclaim her focus.]
...I cannot tell you. You would... think it weird.
[But she leans toward him more rather than try to push his hand away, until she's close enough to almost bump her head against his.]
[Almost without her will, her hand flies away from her thigh to grasp his hand, twining her fingers tightly with his. She doesn't understand what's going on, but his touch... she needs it, her palms wet with water and sweat as she all but hangs on.
And he promised, didn't he? That he wouldn't think it weird? Hand still in his, she avoids his gaze as she asks quietly,] Do you... recall what I told you? About how... from training with the sword, I lost something of the utmost importance?
[Fluffiness-! Apparently that's important right now for some reason.]
[ He promised, so there was no going back. Although he's definitely surprised when she suddenly grabs onto his hand, latching onto it as if it was something precious. Well, he doesn't mind it at all, interlacing his fingers around her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. ]
Yeah, I remember. But what does that have to do with anything?
[Focus. For some reason, holding onto his hand makes it even more difficult for her to think rationally. The few times she'd touched Kuzuryuu, usually as a silent warning or an attempt to still his rage, he'd never inspired this feeling. The feelings she'd thought she'd held toward the young master... could she perhaps have been mistaken? Is this what she's supposed to feel...?
Her cheeks are heating up even more as she keeps that tight grip on his hand, squeezing in what's sure to be at least a somewhat painful grip as she forces herself to meet his eyes.]
I...
[But she's still having difficulty putting it into words. But if he says he remembers, maybe he'll understand? Even wet from the sudden shove under the water, his hair still looks soft and unruly. Maybe if she just... let her fingers touch that kind of fluffiness, she'd be able to focus again, enough to let go of his hand and resume her original intent of soaking in the bath.
Without letting go of her grip on his hand, she raises her other, gently letting it rest atop his head. The ahoge she leaves alone, but the rest of his hair looks soft... let her pet??]
[ Although she's squeezing a little tightly, he doesn't seem to be too bothered by it at all. Regardless, he just finds himself smiling a little sheepishly as he finds himself leaning into her touch; it's kind of embarrassing because it kind of makes him feel like he's her pet.
He's pretty sure that his face is turning red because someone he really likes is actually petting him like this and it's just... relaxing, honestly. ]
[It is soft... her fingers curl gently into his hair, and she can't help but wonder if it's this pleasant to pet when slick from water, what must it be like dry? Even fluffier, maybe?
She's so used to being run from that her grip tightens further on his hand, drawing it closer to her as if to try to prompt him to stay. Her eyes are no less intense than usual as she continues to run her fingers through his hair, but her touch is gentler than one might expect from the swordswoman.
When he leans in, her fingers slip down to brush against his ear, and even that small touch is enough to send an electric shock through her fingers, a sudden, unexpected burst of pleasure that drags a sharp, surprised exhale from her nose as her fingers tighten slightly in his hair. What was that...?
Carefully, curiously, she lets her fingers dip down to trace the shell of his ear again, seeking that pleasurable feeling.]
[ His face is red. It's extremely red to the point where it's spreading throughout his entire face. The blush even spreads to his ears, to the point where he can't help but be embarrassed. ]
[Her fingers still against his ear, fingers gently curling before she forces herself to shift upward, back into his hair.]
I am sorry. It was an accident.
[-The first time, maybe. The second time had obviously been deliberate, and even if his hand is still in hers, quickening her breath, it's not enough. It's a slow, quietly building need that forces her to press her legs together beneath the water, swallowing hard. If only she could touch him more... it's weird, but it feels too good to ignore.]
There is something... about you, Hinata, [she murmurs quietly by way of explanation, gentle fingers running through his hair again. She's careful about it, but with a sudden flash of wanting inspiration, she curls her fingers against the side of his head and tries to draw him in to rest against her chest, over her heart. If she manages it, he'll definitely be able to hear her heart pounding far more quickly than her cool exterior would betray.]
[ But he honestly isn't allowed to say much after, not because his lips are sealed shut when she brings his head right there, causing him to catch himself. It's definitely strange to the point where he finds himself swallowing hard, unable to finish the rest of that sentence.
She's really warm and comforting like this. And the way she says that there's something about him makes him feel... special. It's nice. ]
R-Really...? That makes me kind of [ more than "kind of", honestly ] happy.
[When's the last time anyone told her that she made them happy? She honestly can't remember a time, her fingers tightening in his hair again as she holds him close. This kind of closeness should be awkward and embarrassing, but it feels so nice... it feels even nicer when she inhales enough that her breast barely presses against his body.]
I... am glad, [she answers honestly, and while there's no smile to accompany the sentiment, there is a slight relaxing to her shoulders as she continues to run her fingers through his hair, every now and then letting her fingertips just barely graze along his temple as if by accident.]
I enjoy being close to you like this. Why is that...?
[A multiple choice question! The rules of the game are that after a certain amount of time, a question must be asked! Let's go, protag.]
[ That's a very loaded question, one that Hinata isn't sure he should be answering. But he fears that if he doesn't, he'll only make things worse. Let's see what today's choices are in Who Wants to Be A Millionare:
A. Because you love me. B. Because my ahoge looks like a bird. C. ???? D. Because I have some secret power that allows me to woo all the girls.
Final answer- ]
I don't know. Is it because you... like me? [ He didn't fuck up with that, did he? ]
[There's a little noise somewhere in the distance as if it's the right answer, but her expression doesn't change at all. Her fingers do pause their gentle stroking through his hair as if something is taking up the entirety of her thought processes.]
Then... [When she speaks again, her voice is soft and hesitant, the hand in his squeezing even more tightly.] How do you... feel about me?
[ Can his face get any redder? Apparently it can now, especially when he asks her that... He has to answer, doesn't he? He swallows hard, licking dry lips. ]
[When he swallows, she can feel his jaw shift against her chest, her fingers drifting down from his hair to graze over his temple again. It's warm, it's almost burning, but it's not enough.]
Is that so?
[Normally when she says that, it's just a polite noise to indicate that she's listening, but now... she's almost asking for confirmation, for reassurance. That what she's feeling isn't a fluke or a passing thought. But Hinata... she can trust him, can't she? Her first friend, the first person who cared about her for her.]
In that case, I... want to get even closer to you, Hinata.
[She shifts away, but it's only for a moment, only enough to force him to lift his head so she can circle in the water to face him. Her cheeks are a brilliant flushed pink, her hand still in his as she looks up at him. Her free hand comes up from the water to touch the center of his chest, as she licks her lips, waiting for some kind of permission. She just needs to know that she's not misunderstanding, that he likes her the same way she likes him, then... then she knows what she wants to do.]
[She only hums in response, eyes flicking over his face as her fingertips trace up his chest to touch his lips. A quiet gasp of breath between her own lips, then she leans in, finally releasing his hand to instead wrap both arms around his shoulders, drawing herself in to brush a kiss over his lips.
There it is, that heat she'd been seeking, that buzzing hum of pleasure that tingles through her whole body. Immediately, her lips part, and the gentleness with which she'd pet his hair disappears, instead replaced by an intense hunger as she presses her bikini-clad body fully against his own and nips at his lower lip.]
[ He almost flinches at how gentle her touch is. It's rather comforting to the point where she doesn't move back, instead, leaning in-- until the fingers reel back. There's some disappointment in his expression, but it's only momentary before her lips cover his own, causing his entire face to flare up as her chest is pressed against her own.
Of course, feeling it only causes him to hitch a breath through his nose, eyes that he didn't know he'd shut closed flipping open in surprise. She's so warm, and so, so soft against him that it's almost uncomfortable. He's straining through his trunks and he wants to be released and yet--! He doesn't want her to think that he's some sort of pervert, so he just curls his fingers under the water, relaxing into the kiss as he parts his lips, allowing her to seek entrance if needed. ]
[She takes the entrance to his mouth without hesitation, diving in with her tongue to kiss him deeply, wanting to make him as dizzy with lust as she herself has been feeling. That's what it is, lust, pure and simple; being so close to him is making her crazy, and knowing that she's here all but naked in a hot spring with one of her classmates, just how much the Kuzuryuu family would disapprove... the uncomfortable guilt the idea causes is banished by the warmth of his body against hers. Her fingers tighten against his shoulder for better leverage, rubbing her breasts against his chest to find some extra stimulation.
When she draws back from the kiss, it's only because she's run out of air, gasping in a quick breath and rubbing saliva from swollen lips. There's a dark, intense hunger in her eyes, almost as if she's looking at him as an opponent in a kendo match.]
Did you know... the same points a martial artist learns to inflict the most pain... also inflict the most pleasure? [she murmurs, red eyes darting up to meet his own before she leans in again, nipping harshly at the sensitive skin of his throat. In the same motion, she shifts her hands to his, yanking them toward her to rest on her hips, trying to encourage him to touch her, to incite more of that hot pleasure she'd come to expect from his body.]
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[In spite of the burst of action, she doesn't seem winded in the least, nor does she notice his roving eyes. Whatever half-perceived threat had caught her attention is far more important, and Hinata's face is far too harmless to incite worry as she continues to monitor the situation.
But something's... off. The fingers of the hand that had been in his hair open and close slightly, as if trying to dispel the feeling of being asleep. But no, this feels far too nice. Strange. Then again, his hair is reminiscent of a small, fluffy animal in a way, so perhaps not that strange.
It takes a few seconds, but the set of her shoulders relaxes, and she shifts to rest her shinai against the ground and sink back into the water, closer to him this time.]
My apologies. [It doesn't sound like she's that sorry, though?? An uncertain beat, then she rests a hand on his shoulder as if to catch his attention.] Are you alright?
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Y... yeah. [ No, he's not alright? He was right underneath her and now he's just... really close...?? ] I'm fine.
[ But she's so close?! ]
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[He's still not looking at her, though... Concerned, she bites the inside of her cheek, keeping her hand on his shoulder. Perhaps literally shoving him under the water had been a mistake? She'd been trying to protect him from... whatever that sense was, but clearly she must have offended him in some way. Which is... disheartening. A mere tool may not need friends or feelings, but being seen as a person by all her classmates is nice. Better than nice, it's something she hasn't experienced very often. And Hinata has always been kind to her, spending his time with her without hesitation.
Perhaps she should find a way to apologize? If only she could think beyond how nice his shoulder feels beneath her hand, a sudden warmth that has nothing to do with the heated bath. The steam is starting to fog up her glasses, though... let her just remove them, setting them carefully by the shinai behind her. If something dangerous does show itself after all, she won't do either of them any good if she can't see through her glasses.]
Hinata.
[And her hand returns to his shoulder, fingers tightening in a gentle insistence as her brows furrow with confusion.]
May I ask you something?
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[ There is a raise of curious brows as he looks at Pekoyama, green eyes blinking at her. It's nice, feeling her hand on his shoulder, but it's also... awkward. He finds himself flushing, licking dry lips awkwardly. ]
What is it?
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[She meets his eyes without flinching, though she bites the inside of her cheek again with uncertainty. No... no, she can't ask him something like that. It would be weird.
So with her cheeks flushing a light pink, she pulls her hand away and looks straight ahead, hand falling with a quiet plunk into the water. An athlete is always super-aware of her body, and right now...? Once under the water, her hand moves to graze her own thigh, pinching the skin in an attempt to distract herself.]
N-no. It's nothing.
[But he's so close. Even if she tries to distract herself, she can't deny that something about Hinata is even warmer than the surrounding water, drawing her closer until her shoulder bumps against his.]
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[ His gaze doesn't flinch at all as Hinata's head inclines slightly to the right before he brings his hand to her shoulder. ]
You can tell me anything, Pekoyama. Or at least... I'd hope I could be that person.
[ He wants to believe. ]
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I... I...
[But suddenly it's so hard to think about anything other than the warmth of his hand, radiating through her skin and sending another sharp shock of heat to coil low in her stomach. Her fingers pinch her own thigh again, harder this time, trying to reclaim her focus.]
...I cannot tell you. You would... think it weird.
[But she leans toward him more rather than try to push his hand away, until she's close enough to almost bump her head against his.]
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[ His voice catches before he reels away, his hand moving away from her. ]
I promise.
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[Almost without her will, her hand flies away from her thigh to grasp his hand, twining her fingers tightly with his. She doesn't understand what's going on, but his touch... she needs it, her palms wet with water and sweat as she all but hangs on.
And he promised, didn't he? That he wouldn't think it weird? Hand still in his, she avoids his gaze as she asks quietly,] Do you... recall what I told you? About how... from training with the sword, I lost something of the utmost importance?
[Fluffiness-! Apparently that's important right now for some reason.]
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Yeah, I remember. But what does that have to do with anything?
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[Focus. For some reason, holding onto his hand makes it even more difficult for her to think rationally. The few times she'd touched Kuzuryuu, usually as a silent warning or an attempt to still his rage, he'd never inspired this feeling. The feelings she'd thought she'd held toward the young master... could she perhaps have been mistaken? Is this what she's supposed to feel...?
Her cheeks are heating up even more as she keeps that tight grip on his hand, squeezing in what's sure to be at least a somewhat painful grip as she forces herself to meet his eyes.]
I...
[But she's still having difficulty putting it into words. But if he says he remembers, maybe he'll understand? Even wet from the sudden shove under the water, his hair still looks soft and unruly. Maybe if she just... let her fingers touch that kind of fluffiness, she'd be able to focus again, enough to let go of his hand and resume her original intent of soaking in the bath.
Without letting go of her grip on his hand, she raises her other, gently letting it rest atop his head. The ahoge she leaves alone, but the rest of his hair looks soft... let her pet??]
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He's pretty sure that his face is turning red because someone he really likes is actually petting him like this and it's just... relaxing, honestly. ]
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She's so used to being run from that her grip tightens further on his hand, drawing it closer to her as if to try to prompt him to stay. Her eyes are no less intense than usual as she continues to run her fingers through his hair, but her touch is gentler than one might expect from the swordswoman.
When he leans in, her fingers slip down to brush against his ear, and even that small touch is enough to send an electric shock through her fingers, a sudden, unexpected burst of pleasure that drags a sharp, surprised exhale from her nose as her fingers tighten slightly in his hair. What was that...?
Carefully, curiously, she lets her fingers dip down to trace the shell of his ear again, seeking that pleasurable feeling.]
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[ His face is red. It's extremely red to the point where it's spreading throughout his entire face. The blush even spreads to his ears, to the point where he can't help but be embarrassed. ]
It's kind of weird if you touch me right there.
[ Like, his hair is fine, but his ear? ]
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[Her fingers still against his ear, fingers gently curling before she forces herself to shift upward, back into his hair.]
I am sorry. It was an accident.
[-The first time, maybe. The second time had obviously been deliberate, and even if his hand is still in hers, quickening her breath, it's not enough. It's a slow, quietly building need that forces her to press her legs together beneath the water, swallowing hard. If only she could touch him more... it's weird, but it feels too good to ignore.]
There is something... about you, Hinata, [she murmurs quietly by way of explanation, gentle fingers running through his hair again. She's careful about it, but with a sudden flash of wanting inspiration, she curls her fingers against the side of his head and tries to draw him in to rest against her chest, over her heart. If she manages it, he'll definitely be able to hear her heart pounding far more quickly than her cool exterior would betray.]
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[ But he honestly isn't allowed to say much after, not because his lips are sealed shut when she brings his head right there, causing him to catch himself. It's definitely strange to the point where he finds himself swallowing hard, unable to finish the rest of that sentence.
She's really warm and comforting like this. And the way she says that there's something about him makes him feel... special. It's nice. ]
R-Really...? That makes me kind of [ more than "kind of", honestly ] happy.
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[When's the last time anyone told her that she made them happy? She honestly can't remember a time, her fingers tightening in his hair again as she holds him close. This kind of closeness should be awkward and embarrassing, but it feels so nice... it feels even nicer when she inhales enough that her breast barely presses against his body.]
I... am glad, [she answers honestly, and while there's no smile to accompany the sentiment, there is a slight relaxing to her shoulders as she continues to run her fingers through his hair, every now and then letting her fingertips just barely graze along his temple as if by accident.]
I enjoy being close to you like this. Why is that...?
[A multiple choice question! The rules of the game are that after a certain amount of time, a question must be asked! Let's go, protag.]
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[ That's a very loaded question, one that Hinata isn't sure he should be answering. But he fears that if he doesn't, he'll only make things worse. Let's see what today's choices are in Who Wants to Be A Millionare:
A. Because you love me.
B. Because my ahoge looks like a bird.
C. ????
D. Because I have some secret power that allows me to woo all the girls.
Final answer- ]
I don't know. Is it because you... like me? [ He didn't fuck up with that, did he? ]
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[There's a little noise somewhere in the distance as if it's the right answer, but her expression doesn't change at all. Her fingers do pause their gentle stroking through his hair as if something is taking up the entirety of her thought processes.]
Then... [When she speaks again, her voice is soft and hesitant, the hand in his squeezing even more tightly.] How do you... feel about me?
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[ Can his face get any redder? Apparently it can now, especially when he asks her that... He has to answer, doesn't he? He swallows hard, licking dry lips. ]
I... I really like you, Pekoyama.
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Is that so?
[Normally when she says that, it's just a polite noise to indicate that she's listening, but now... she's almost asking for confirmation, for reassurance. That what she's feeling isn't a fluke or a passing thought. But Hinata... she can trust him, can't she? Her first friend, the first person who cared about her for her.]
In that case, I... want to get even closer to you, Hinata.
[She shifts away, but it's only for a moment, only enough to force him to lift his head so she can circle in the water to face him. Her cheeks are a brilliant flushed pink, her hand still in his as she looks up at him. Her free hand comes up from the water to touch the center of his chest, as she licks her lips, waiting for some kind of permission. She just needs to know that she's not misunderstanding, that he likes her the same way she likes him, then... then she knows what she wants to do.]
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So if... you want to get closer Pekoyama, I won't stop you.
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[She only hums in response, eyes flicking over his face as her fingertips trace up his chest to touch his lips. A quiet gasp of breath between her own lips, then she leans in, finally releasing his hand to instead wrap both arms around his shoulders, drawing herself in to brush a kiss over his lips.
There it is, that heat she'd been seeking, that buzzing hum of pleasure that tingles through her whole body. Immediately, her lips part, and the gentleness with which she'd pet his hair disappears, instead replaced by an intense hunger as she presses her bikini-clad body fully against his own and nips at his lower lip.]
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Of course, feeling it only causes him to hitch a breath through his nose, eyes that he didn't know he'd shut closed flipping open in surprise. She's so warm, and so, so soft against him that it's almost uncomfortable. He's straining through his trunks and he wants to be released and yet--! He doesn't want her to think that he's some sort of pervert, so he just curls his fingers under the water, relaxing into the kiss as he parts his lips, allowing her to seek entrance if needed. ]
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When she draws back from the kiss, it's only because she's run out of air, gasping in a quick breath and rubbing saliva from swollen lips. There's a dark, intense hunger in her eyes, almost as if she's looking at him as an opponent in a kendo match.]
Did you know... the same points a martial artist learns to inflict the most pain... also inflict the most pleasure? [she murmurs, red eyes darting up to meet his own before she leans in again, nipping harshly at the sensitive skin of his throat. In the same motion, she shifts her hands to his, yanking them toward her to rest on her hips, trying to encourage him to touch her, to incite more of that hot pleasure she'd come to expect from his body.]
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