She's taking long, drugging tastes of his mouth, pulling his capacity for rational thought up from the roots of his hair and into her fingers. His hands flatten against her back, slide up to curl around her shoulderblades and tug her closer. Why does this feel so similar to hauling himself onto a stranger's motorcycle and tearing towards danger at high speed?
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Date: 2017-01-28 01:13 am (UTC)