a martyr on a bridge that's burning down

Phoebe

Phoebe's lips curved into a small smirk as he nipped at her lip, returning the favor as her teeth grazed over his. Hips rolled slightly against the pressure of his fingers against her core in a desperate attempt to grind her clit against the palm of his hand...

"No."

Well. That was unexpected.

Her eyes fluttered wide in surprise as she froze briefly. Her heart began to race under the intensity of his stare, anticipation building with his low, gravelly command. Phoebe wasn't sure she could recall ever hearing his voice like that before...but she liked it very much. The Nightingale was nothing if not a rule-abiding goody two shoes (in theory) and so she released his cock to let her hand trail up his abdomen and chest to rest against the back of his neck. She pulled him close for another kiss and ran her tongue over his lips once more before pulling away with the slightest tug on his lower lip. "Yes, sir. I'm yours for the taking." she breathed against his lips. Leaning back against the pillows once more, Phoebe lifted her arms to rest above her head before rolling her hips against his hand once more.

i'll make it feel like a vacay
turn the bed into the ocean