the draw

Phoebe

The praise itself was enough to make her heart flutter with joy, pleased that she was doing something right - even if it was just following his lead. Really, she was quite surprised by how secure she felt, when pressure alone was really all that kept her up. To be called greedy though made her cheeks flush, but as she made to explain herself, she saw the teasing look in his eye and the smirk tugging on his lips. Her moment of panic melted and she laughed lightly. "If this is for Frey, they would want us to get right to it." she teased back, though her teasing was rooted in a sense of truth. She had a gut feeling that Frey was less interested in foreplay, and more interested in the play itself.

And Jata seemed to be on that same wavelength. She leaned into his kiss, gently grazing his lower lip in the teasing manner she had learned would make him smirk. But he moved on quickly, his lips trailing down her neck - and the one thing she could anticipate was the light bite against her skin. Her hum of appreciation melted into a moan as he pressed into her, and her body tried to arch her back against him, but couldn't with the wall behind her. For a moment she felt as though she saw stars, something about the position leaving her wimpering for more, unanticipated wanton feelings bucking her hips forward and tilting her head back against the wall; all her worries gone in an instant.

In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else

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