[ Yes, yes it is. She'd be sorry but she really isn't, because this is precisely what she wants. This isn't about what he's asking her to do for him when it comes to actually doing it. It's about the tone of voice he says it in, the frustration in that noise, the way he's trying to move. And it's not that she doesn't want to be touching him or want him to be touching her, she just wants this so much more. ] How would you touch me, Tony? [ Staying just out of reach of his head as he turns it, watching him with dark intent eyes lit up with the charge of what's happening here. A moment after she does kiss him, just for a moment, open mouthed and hard for that short space and then pulling away again. ] How do you want me to touch you? [ Her voice is low and heavy, whispered against his skin as she returns to it briefly and lightly. ]
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