I Got You, Babe

Vanya let out a breath as he moved her against him, an acute heat building between the pair. She let out a shaky breath, entirely unable to ignore the shape of him against her. She all but dissolved at his reply and she leaned back into his coaxing, bracing herself against the table to meet his lips with hunger. She pressed herself against him as though she could mould herself to him, and the taste of his smile was something she would never get tired of. His hands dragged a blaze down her curves. He broke away from her, and she let out a growl of protest. In the same moment, however, she was arcing into him and off the table. His hands freed her of her leggings - troublesome and awful things they were. The air was cool against her skin, but he was warm, and she was fairly certain her blood had turned into something closer to fire. She bit down on her lip and met his gaze, and she thought she might melt entirely to the table with that look. Her breath was ragged and she couldn’t think beyond his hands on her skin, leg draped over his shoulder and his face against her. She watched him with attentive eyes, and she inhaled a sharp hiss of air at the first touch of his lips to her thigh. Her core turned utterly molten as he moved further and further with his mouth. Slowly, agonizingly slow. Vanya’s leg bent inwards against his back as she watched him. There was an ache building in her - more. Her head was fogged with only him, and she was entirely sure she would fall apart with want. Vanya sighed and her hips moved of their own accord in a silent plea. vanya i will leave a light on.