[ She knows the requirements, those rules of existing here that they're intended to follow, meant to obey — and every part of her chafes under that yoke, never desiring to be a slave again, never wanting to be forced into compliance. This, she thinks, is her way of having it on her own terms, making it her own choice; she kisses him because she wants to and not because of some chemical sweeping through her bloodstream, removing all higher thought in favor of sheer id.
The pace of this is different, a more purposeful tempo rather than anything hurtling them forward, propelling them into something purely primal and animalistic, that ungentle fucking that had left her skin marked by badges of their need, bruises and scratch marks from where they'd consummated on the uncovered ground like feral animals.
That's not to say she hadn't enjoyed it, or that she'd be opposed to him marking her similarly now, but it adopts a different meaning when he touches her, a gentle hand sweeping over the curve of her cheek.
She resumes where he's left off on the buttons of his shirt, fingers deftly and quickly making work of opening them to expose more skin for her gaze, her hands; the latter smooth over all that newly revealed expanse as soon as the open sides of his shirt part, and then it's her turn to dissolve the kiss to his mouth in favor of pressing her lips lower, further, moving over the broadest part of him with a soft sigh in the back of her throat. ]
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The pace of this is different, a more purposeful tempo rather than anything hurtling them forward, propelling them into something purely primal and animalistic, that ungentle fucking that had left her skin marked by badges of their need, bruises and scratch marks from where they'd consummated on the uncovered ground like feral animals.
That's not to say she hadn't enjoyed it, or that she'd be opposed to him marking her similarly now, but it adopts a different meaning when he touches her, a gentle hand sweeping over the curve of her cheek.
She resumes where he's left off on the buttons of his shirt, fingers deftly and quickly making work of opening them to expose more skin for her gaze, her hands; the latter smooth over all that newly revealed expanse as soon as the open sides of his shirt part, and then it's her turn to dissolve the kiss to his mouth in favor of pressing her lips lower, further, moving over the broadest part of him with a soft sigh in the back of her throat. ]