"Rory?" she groaned, legs squeezing around him, a silent urge for more, "Or Flagg?"
The hands on her face again. Not the first time tonight, and she didn't know how to take it. There was, of course, the pang of concern that he would snap her neck, but even so, it was so...tender, maybe that was the right word.
Roughness would have been less surprising. Even threats or a disassociation, those would have been expected. But this, what seemed like affection, threw her off guard.
Was he always like this, she wondered, or was it because she was Bert's? Not a question she was certain she could manage out loud at the moment, so instead of asking it, she only opened her mouth to moan.
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Date: 2013-05-19 03:52 am (UTC)The hands on her face again. Not the first time tonight, and she didn't know how to take it. There was, of course, the pang of concern that he would snap her neck, but even so, it was so...tender, maybe that was the right word.
Roughness would have been less surprising. Even threats or a disassociation, those would have been expected. But this, what seemed like affection, threw her off guard.
Was he always like this, she wondered, or was it because she was Bert's? Not a question she was certain she could manage out loud at the moment, so instead of asking it, she only opened her mouth to moan.