[ He is the lifeline, or at least the only lifeline she thinks worth having. If she is going to hold onto something to keep herself from drowning, to keep herself steady, it is always going to be him. If she can't stand on her own feet he's the only one she's willing to let support her.
Her hands clench and unclench against him, pull tighter as everything else but how she feels right now and his body against and his fingers twisting inside of her becomes terribly unimportant. She kisses back a little, but as soon as he shifts to her neck she presses her face against his neck, breathes out very slowly as she comes down. It takes her a little bit to trust her voice again, but as soon as she does it's a little urgent against his skin. ]
Bedroom. [ She can feel how hard he is, wants to help with that now, but she wants a bed now, wants comfort and a little more manuevering space than the couch provides. ] Bedroom and pants.
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Her hands clench and unclench against him, pull tighter as everything else but how she feels right now and his body against and his fingers twisting inside of her becomes terribly unimportant. She kisses back a little, but as soon as he shifts to her neck she presses her face against his neck, breathes out very slowly as she comes down. It takes her a little bit to trust her voice again, but as soon as she does it's a little urgent against his skin. ]
Bedroom. [ She can feel how hard he is, wants to help with that now, but she wants a bed now, wants comfort and a little more manuevering space than the couch provides. ] Bedroom and pants.