Even as she hits back, undaunted, always undaunted, at that tone and his teeth, running small nips in all the right places, sinks its hooks into her skin the way it always does, always will. "It's in the kitchen, not on the couch."
The skip of her heart, and the prickle sensation spreading out from every place his lips touch, his teeth carefully taunt. The things she likes best, that send her to a true disarray, are the things her day job doesn't like to contend with. But nothing like rationality, or even past collisions of the two, can ever actually stop it starting to build.
The want already on the back of her tongue, the tips of her teeth, her lips pressed, against a small sound escaping, the want to say harder.
She doesn't want to play nice, but when does she ever, when no one here can actually make her do anything she doesn't want to do, and somehow she still tries. A contest between insanity and Luther. Turning more sideways on the couch, inside his arms, feet sliding under her neatly so she can push upward on her knees, and put an arm on the couch back between them, letting the paper and pen end up wherever they do, while gaining a little height and the ability to move, as her hand finds his chin and she demands his mouth, a little more roughly.
Needs to put even the faintest burn of that want somewhere else, and his mouth is always the best place for that. "None." Carelessly dropping words into kisses. "I called Gabriel and he doesn't need me either--" she pulls back, just enough to see his eyes, the tip of her thumb brushing from the edge of his mouth up part of his cheekbone, while the rest of her hand stayed still, more than a little possessive, against his cheek and jaw. Eyes bright, against the words she chooses ever on purpose. "--so it has the makings of a very--"
Allison leaned that half-inch in to almost kiss him again, ghosting his lips with her breath, through the smile trying valiantly to break free of her over the top crestfallen look. "--boring day."
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Even as she hits back, undaunted, always undaunted, at that tone and his teeth, running small nips in all the right places, sinks its hooks into her skin the way it always does, always will. "It's in the kitchen, not on the couch."
The skip of her heart, and the prickle sensation spreading out from every place his lips touch, his teeth carefully taunt. The things she likes best, that send her to a true disarray, are the things her day job doesn't like to contend with. But nothing like rationality, or even past collisions of the two, can ever actually stop it starting to build.
The want already on the back of her tongue, the tips of her teeth,
her lips pressed, against a small sound escaping, the want to say harder.
She doesn't want to play nice, but when does she ever, when no one here can actually make her do anything she doesn't want to do, and somehow she still tries. A contest between insanity and Luther. Turning more sideways on the couch, inside his arms, feet sliding under her neatly so she can push upward on her knees, and put an arm on the couch back between them, letting the paper and pen end up wherever they do, while gaining a little height and the ability to move, as her hand finds his chin and she demands his mouth, a little more roughly.
Needs to put even the faintest burn of that want somewhere else, and his mouth is always the best place for that. "None." Carelessly dropping words into kisses. "I called Gabriel and he doesn't need me either--" she pulls back, just enough to see his eyes, the tip of her thumb brushing from the edge of his mouth up part of his cheekbone, while the rest of her hand stayed still, more than a little possessive, against his cheek and jaw. Eyes bright, against the words she chooses ever on purpose. "--so it has the makings of a very--"
Allison leaned that half-inch in to almost kiss him again, ghosting his lips with her breath, through the smile trying valiantly to break free of her over the top crestfallen look. "--boring day."