[ It's hard to find it in her to stop the kiss. While she's doing her best to control herself, having spent more time here than him has left her, to her chagrin, much less concerned about public indecency. When you fail at sex with someone in a 2's capsule room, only to end up fucking on the filthy floor after flopping outside like a pair of dead fish, it has a way of opening one's mind to being an exhibitionist disaster. Or...at least accepting that it's going to happen in some awful, messy ways.
He's not making it easy for her, either. The press of his hand brings their bodies closer, pushing on her chest and affecting her very-human need to breathe. Or, is it just him, so obviously into her? Always so willing to submit to her whims?
Monika draws back, green eyes meeting his red. She pants, tempted to continue melting against him. With how little fabric is in the way between them, she could feel everything. It'd be so, so easy to just take him right here. ]
I never stopped missing you that much.
[ Sure enough, someone's approaching from below. She whimpers in disappointment, so soft that only he'd be able to hear it. Then, reluctantly, she steps away. Not without a parting squeeze to his cheek. A reminder that she was allowing this. If she wanted to keep going, she would. ]
We can talk more about "later" when we're together. [ Her hand takes his, then she pulls him along, using each step downward to calm herself. Barely. ] After we've had time to just...talk.
[ Despite her desires, she's been getting to know too many people only in the sheets. She wants some normalcy. Intimacy without the sexual part. Just...being with him. For as long as she can resist the inevitable pull of his body. ]
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He's not making it easy for her, either. The press of his hand brings their bodies closer, pushing on her chest and affecting her very-human need to breathe. Or, is it just him, so obviously into her? Always so willing to submit to her whims?
Monika draws back, green eyes meeting his red. She pants, tempted to continue melting against him. With how little fabric is in the way between them, she could feel everything. It'd be so, so easy to just take him right here. ]
I never stopped missing you that much.
[ Sure enough, someone's approaching from below. She whimpers in disappointment, so soft that only he'd be able to hear it. Then, reluctantly, she steps away. Not without a parting squeeze to his cheek. A reminder that she was allowing this. If she wanted to keep going, she would. ]
We can talk more about "later" when we're together. [ Her hand takes his, then she pulls him along, using each step downward to calm herself. Barely. ] After we've had time to just...talk.
[ Despite her desires, she's been getting to know too many people only in the sheets. She wants some normalcy. Intimacy without the sexual part. Just...being with him. For as long as she can resist the inevitable pull of his body. ]