[ Her body jerks, and she leans back to stare at him. Did he just...agree without a fuss...?
Nope. Not questioning it. She will take this uncommon Soundwave W before he tries to change his mind. As for the food? Eh, she'll probably eat another cookie later. Cookies can be meals!
How can she care about something like the need to eat when she's being carried in his arms and to an exciting, romanti--friendly adventure? The warm breeze from his vents draws out more shivers than before, then a fresh wave follows when she sees his avatar waiting for her amongst her scattered notebooks. This is like the best poly-but-not relationship-but-not ever.
She makes a soft noise once she's set down, then another and another as she's slowly trapped against him from all angles. But before she can say anything during the brief time she gets lost in his eyes, his lips are meeting hers. Her hands twitch in his larger ones, and her knees go weak and knock together, but there's no way for her to fall. He's in front of her, behind, above and below...
Best of all? She's...not scared. The idea of being trapped and unable to move would normally terrify her, too reminiscent of the void. With him, however, there's warmth. Comfort. How does he keep doing this to her, easing all her fears?
Then again, this is how she imagined it would be when she made love to him. The real him. Each body giving her pleasure, her giving them both the same. This alone, though, is just as lovely. Her knees weaken further while she turns her head to make the kiss as deep as possible. And for once, that's all she'll do to increase her pleasure. She won't be selfish and pushy, focusing solely on her needs.
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Nope. Not questioning it. She will take this uncommon Soundwave W before he tries to change his mind. As for the food? Eh, she'll probably eat another cookie later. Cookies can be meals!
How can she care about something like the need to eat when she's being carried in his arms and to an exciting, romanti--friendly adventure? The warm breeze from his vents draws out more shivers than before, then a fresh wave follows when she sees his avatar waiting for her amongst her scattered notebooks. This is like the best poly-but-not relationship-but-not ever.
She makes a soft noise once she's set down, then another and another as she's slowly trapped against him from all angles. But before she can say anything during the brief time she gets lost in his eyes, his lips are meeting hers. Her hands twitch in his larger ones, and her knees go weak and knock together, but there's no way for her to fall. He's in front of her, behind, above and below...
Best of all? She's...not scared. The idea of being trapped and unable to move would normally terrify her, too reminiscent of the void. With him, however, there's warmth. Comfort. How does he keep doing this to her, easing all her fears?
Then again, this is how she imagined it would be when she made love to him. The real him. Each body giving her pleasure, her giving them both the same. This alone, though, is just as lovely. Her knees weaken further while she turns her head to make the kiss as deep as possible. And for once, that's all she'll do to increase her pleasure. She won't be selfish and pushy, focusing solely on her needs.
He's in control. He's earned that in spades. ]