[ it's not lost on her when he uses his good arm to tug her close and if she tosses him a reprimanding look, it's brief, because then she's sliding her mouth up against his, fingers catching his wrists to pin them up against the edge of the headboard. ] You shouldn't strain your arm so much, [ she murmurs against his jaw before she moves to press a line of kisses on the curve of his bicep.
he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
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he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]