She loves it when she can get him to do that, when he moans because of her touch. It's not like she's unaware of the effect she has on men, or the skill she's put to good use over the years; far from it. It's different, though, when there's love involved, real love. She may not want to admit it, but she feels it, and it seeps into everything, including the way she aches for him and the way she craves his eager reactions.
She sees the bruises, and for a moment wonders if she shouldn't have added to them just now. But then something possessive rises in her as she continues kissing and licking his skin and she's glad she did. It's like Church said - this is his body, not any of theirs, and he's hers. For as long as she can have him, he's hers.
"Any sore places I should avoid?" she murmurs, her touch feather-light as she skims her fingers across a bruise on his side over his ribs.
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Date: 2014-11-17 08:01 am (UTC)She sees the bruises, and for a moment wonders if she shouldn't have added to them just now. But then something possessive rises in her as she continues kissing and licking his skin and she's glad she did. It's like Church said - this is his body, not any of theirs, and he's hers. For as long as she can have him, he's hers.
"Any sore places I should avoid?" she murmurs, her touch feather-light as she skims her fingers across a bruise on his side over his ribs.