Phoebe
As angry as she was, as frustrated as he made her, sleep did sound good right about then. Her eyes fluttered slightly, even as she glared, wishing to fully closed. Even pinned to the bed she didn't struggle. It was pointless. She couldn't over come him physically. That would be plainly ridiculous and pointless. But as she glared at him sleepily, a sudden jolt of lust made her gasp and squirm, not sure why it washed over her so suddenly. But at least it was brief.
Damn that alcohol really had been something, hadn't it?
"You juz wan me tuh sleep cuz you knowimm righd." she huffed, trying to get more comfortable beneath him as the sensation began to subside.
Damn that alcohol really had been something, hadn't it?
"You juz wan me tuh sleep cuz you knowimm righd." she huffed, trying to get more comfortable beneath him as the sensation began to subside.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
