She keeps forgetting about that damn empathy bond, until it utterly slams into her when she least expects it, when her guard is down and she's caught up in him. It's quite rude actually, and dangerous when it quickly becomes a positive feedback loop of desire. She's surprised that she manages to break the kiss, even if it almost pains her to halt.
They're too close. He's absolutely too distracting, so she settles back on her heels enough to put more than an inch and some breath between their bare, parted lips. There's a darker need in her eyes now, thanks to him and probably the bond too, and she dampens her lips with her tongue, tasting the ghost of Cobb on her. It's not nearly enough, but it'll have to do for now. While she trusts him, it's always difficult to trust being intimate with anyone with the threat of her touch. That's a short list of people, and that's only if she includes folks from home, no offense to either Cobb or Din. It's just difficult to relax when one false move could put someone in a coma.
Still, did they have to stop? Her hand moves from his forehead to cup his jaw and then move south down his neck and to his shoulder while she arches her back and presses herself closer while she watches him, locks of her hair framing both their faces. "Ah'd leave you exhausted," she laments, voice rough as images of what she would do simmer through her, the positions and acts that were difficult or impossible to maneuver without being able to touch. Like riding his face until she could no longer move or returning that oral favor. Tasting and touching every inch of skin. There's conflict in her eyes, her own longing and lust mixing with something more apologetic.
His joke does the trick, and she finds herself huffing out a breathy laugh at it, lopsided grin softening her features. Until she takes it upon herself to rock her hips against his against her better judgment. "Is he now?" There's a bit of a pause as she halts her teasing movements. "Ah should probably move... An' put on pants." She makes no effort to do either, though.
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Date: 2021-02-22 04:41 am (UTC)They're too close. He's absolutely too distracting, so she settles back on her heels enough to put more than an inch and some breath between their bare, parted lips. There's a darker need in her eyes now, thanks to him and probably the bond too, and she dampens her lips with her tongue, tasting the ghost of Cobb on her. It's not nearly enough, but it'll have to do for now. While she trusts him, it's always difficult to trust being intimate with anyone with the threat of her touch. That's a short list of people, and that's only if she includes folks from home, no offense to either Cobb or Din. It's just difficult to relax when one false move could put someone in a coma.
Still, did they have to stop? Her hand moves from his forehead to cup his jaw and then move south down his neck and to his shoulder while she arches her back and presses herself closer while she watches him, locks of her hair framing both their faces. "Ah'd leave you exhausted," she laments, voice rough as images of what she would do simmer through her, the positions and acts that were difficult or impossible to maneuver without being able to touch. Like riding his face until she could no longer move or returning that oral favor. Tasting and touching every inch of skin. There's conflict in her eyes, her own longing and lust mixing with something more apologetic.
His joke does the trick, and she finds herself huffing out a breathy laugh at it, lopsided grin softening her features. Until she takes it upon herself to rock her hips against his against her better judgment. "Is he now?" There's a bit of a pause as she halts her teasing movements. "Ah should probably move... An' put on pants." She makes no effort to do either, though.