I Got You, Babe

Vanya worshiped Ronin with her hands, her mouth. Tasted him, felt him, and began to coax from him what he had so thoroughly dragged from her. Her heart raced at his hand getting lost in her curls, and she glanced up at him with her name on stuttered breath. Her lips smiled and she hummed a laugh around him, even as she took him deeper into her mouth. She was moving her tongue over him when his plea reached her - Wait. She smiled as she pulled her lips back from the length of him, her head tilting up with her tongue drawing across her lower lip. Her hands moved over his hips, then behind him to hold onto the table as she rose. She leaned against him, and and she nearly came undone at the way he would be pressed against her - solid and still wet from her tongue. Vanya let out a shaky breath as her core pulsed with aching heat. Her hand slipped between them as she brushed her lips over the scar upon his neck, free hand tracing over his newest one. Some part of her felt like ice at the touch of those scars. Vanya bit possessively at his neck in defiance of that icy chill, and then she palmed his arousal quite without warning and reminded herself exactly where he was, where she was. He had let nothing take him from her. From their family. She lifted her head to brush her lips over his ear. ”What is it I'm waiting for, Ronin?” she dared softly. vanya i will leave a light on.