[ well, now she knows he's awake, considering his hand is taking a very direct path from the small of her back to the front of her body, his heavy palm cupping over the slight swell of her breast; his hand is so big his fingers are spreading out across her chest, and if she tucked her chin down she could probably even see one or two tips peeking out from the collar of her sweatshirt, but right now she's too caught up in the feeling of his mouth on hers to let herself be distracted.
she chuckles when he groans like that, a sound that manages to leave her huskier than normal since this is the first time she's used her voice all morning — especially after a long night at the clockhouse and staying up for who knows how many hours before that.
so her first instinct is to keep this slow, lazy, unhurried, even in the way she finds his mouth with hers, slips her tongue in to let it tangle with his, and presses herself more firmly into him, rolling her shoulders so her breast nudges more into his palm, so that it's clear she doesn't mind where his hand is going. ]
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she chuckles when he groans like that, a sound that manages to leave her huskier than normal since this is the first time she's used her voice all morning — especially after a long night at the clockhouse and staying up for who knows how many hours before that.
so her first instinct is to keep this slow, lazy, unhurried, even in the way she finds his mouth with hers, slips her tongue in to let it tangle with his, and presses herself more firmly into him, rolling her shoulders so her breast nudges more into his palm, so that it's clear she doesn't mind where his hand is going. ]