It takes every iota of willpower he's got--or at least every iota he's got left--not to come in his pants like a teenager when she moans. It's a lower, rougher, sweeter sound than he'd thought Molly Hooper capable of, a sound he somehow knows means that she knows what she wants and he's giving it to her.
The heat between her parted thighs is incredible, even with her pajamas and his trousers still between them. She squirms and grinds against him and some scrambling part of his brain fumbles to turn back on, so it can start pulling up trivia and minor distractions to keep him from getting so lost in the moment that it becomes anticlimactic. So to speak.
He rolls his own hips downwards, into hers, unaware of the flush spreading across his own neck and chest or of the breathless "oh god" that slips out of his throat.
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Date: 2017-01-30 07:48 pm (UTC)The heat between her parted thighs is incredible, even with her pajamas and his trousers still between them. She squirms and grinds against him and some scrambling part of his brain fumbles to turn back on, so it can start pulling up trivia and minor distractions to keep him from getting so lost in the moment that it becomes anticlimactic. So to speak.
He rolls his own hips downwards, into hers, unaware of the flush spreading across his own neck and chest or of the breathless "oh god" that slips out of his throat.