She was always freer than him in a lot of ways, because she never had anyone's voice in her head. She has the good sense not to say this, or even think it very loud, watching as he moves himself with such strict purpose, like every flex of muscle is planned before it happens. She could train forever, she's sure, and never achieve such control over herself.
But then he steps toward her with that same purpose and she takes a breath, feeling pinned down by the way he looks at her. It was foolish of her, even with her deep seated insecurities, to think for even a moment that her immense desire of him wasn't reciprocated in full.
His mouth touches her wet skin and she relaxes, relents, leaning in closer to him until his clothes stick to her wet skin. A soft huff of laughter escapes her as she reaches up to curl her hand around the back his neck, fingers buried in his hair.
"And what was I supposed to do, smell it from here?" She tips her chin up and guides his face gently to the curve of her throat, resting her other hand over his where it grips her hip. "You've got a funny way of asking a girl over for dinner, then."
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But then he steps toward her with that same purpose and she takes a breath, feeling pinned down by the way he looks at her. It was foolish of her, even with her deep seated insecurities, to think for even a moment that her immense desire of him wasn't reciprocated in full.
His mouth touches her wet skin and she relaxes, relents, leaning in closer to him until his clothes stick to her wet skin. A soft huff of laughter escapes her as she reaches up to curl her hand around the back his neck, fingers buried in his hair.
"And what was I supposed to do, smell it from here?" She tips her chin up and guides his face gently to the curve of her throat, resting her other hand over his where it grips her hip. "You've got a funny way of asking a girl over for dinner, then."