Her heart was beating so loud and so fast. It did that whenever he got close to her. It still wasn't pounding as hard as it sometimes did. She looked… sleepy, maybe.
Like she needed to get fucked, was what she looked like, but then again she always did. He was just very sure of that, this time, the way he usually wasn't sure of anything.
Her eyes went to his mouth – she wanted to kiss him, of course she wanted to kiss him, who wouldn't want to kiss him – and then lower. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulled it up and bared his stomach in the process of wiping off his face. It didn't occur to him that there was any reason not to do that.
"Probably," he agreed about his jacket. It didn't bother him at the moment. It might bother her, though he couldn't think why. Squeamish, didn't know any better. "Better to be touching the inside than the outside," he suggested with a shrug, a lopsided sort of smirk, the clear implication that she'd be touching something.
"That's what I'm here for," he said, watching her hand. Then he reached out, and hooked a finger in the strap of her top to tug her closer. "That's why you're here, right?"
For fun. For him. For both. His eyes drifted significantly lower than her face. The night was cold, and her top was thin, and he could think of at least three places he wanted his hands.
Like she needed to get fucked, was what she looked like, but then again she always did. He was just very sure of that, this time, the way he usually wasn't sure of anything.
Her eyes went to his mouth – she wanted to kiss him, of course she wanted to kiss him, who wouldn't want to kiss him – and then lower. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulled it up and bared his stomach in the process of wiping off his face. It didn't occur to him that there was any reason not to do that.
"Probably," he agreed about his jacket. It didn't bother him at the moment. It might bother her, though he couldn't think why. Squeamish, didn't know any better. "Better to be touching the inside than the outside," he suggested with a shrug, a lopsided sort of smirk, the clear implication that she'd be touching something.
"That's what I'm here for," he said, watching her hand. Then he reached out, and hooked a finger in the strap of her top to tug her closer. "That's why you're here, right?"
For fun. For him. For both. His eyes drifted significantly lower than her face. The night was cold, and her top was thin, and he could think of at least three places he wanted his hands.
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