[ She's not entirely sure why she is okay with it because she's always been big on standing on her own two feet, but for some reason with him it's all right. It's different when it's him, when it's support and caring and when she can hold in turn and push him down against a bed and tie him down. It's an exchange she's all right with. And he's solid, he's stability. He's everything she never thought she'd have and everything that she now can't give up.
She rests one foot on the back of his leg, sliding it up and down slowly as she settles into leaving a mark on his throat, right over his pulse point, hips pushing upwards in an attempt to find his. ]
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She rests one foot on the back of his leg, sliding it up and down slowly as she settles into leaving a mark on his throat, right over his pulse point, hips pushing upwards in an attempt to find his. ]