softness has garnered me nothing but misery
"That's what they all say," she murmurs, teasing melting away in the after moments as they both momentarily recall that which they're trying to forget. This is a burden she's willing to take, an initiative she'll hold on her shoulders. If nothing else, she wants to be useful, to help him forget. It helps her - just a little - at the same time.
The hand still at his neck rises higher to curl her fingers in the longer strands, kneading and tugging at random intervals. "So glad you agree with me darling." Intentionally dismissive and playful, assuring her own victory if nothing else. His hands are distracting and always have been, and she can't help but lean slightly into each pass of his palms along her skin wherever her thin camisole doesn't cover.
Oh how easy it is to distract her from the initial topic with the image he paints for her. "Can't wait to sit and watch that happen when he comes home," she whispers as their noses brush in a tactile kiss. "Maybe we'll work together, take turns holding you down while the other makes you cry?" Even here with the innuendo and teasing, it's a way to emphasize the promise that Nate will come home. That this will come to fruition in time. Their trio completed for more than a few moments, a few stolen days that simply weren't enough. "Though I still think I could make you do it, maybe let him watch too, make it even." Her smile is hot and insidious just imagining it. As much as she loves them taking the weight of control out of her hands, she loves the high of dominance every once in a while.
The hand still at his neck rises higher to curl her fingers in the longer strands, kneading and tugging at random intervals. "So glad you agree with me darling." Intentionally dismissive and playful, assuring her own victory if nothing else. His hands are distracting and always have been, and she can't help but lean slightly into each pass of his palms along her skin wherever her thin camisole doesn't cover.
Oh how easy it is to distract her from the initial topic with the image he paints for her. "Can't wait to sit and watch that happen when he comes home," she whispers as their noses brush in a tactile kiss. "Maybe we'll work together, take turns holding you down while the other makes you cry?" Even here with the innuendo and teasing, it's a way to emphasize the promise that Nate will come home. That this will come to fruition in time. Their trio completed for more than a few moments, a few stolen days that simply weren't enough. "Though I still think I could make you do it, maybe let him watch too, make it even." Her smile is hot and insidious just imagining it. As much as she loves them taking the weight of control out of her hands, she loves the high of dominance every once in a while.
