Regina couldn't help it. She laughed, and the alto chuckle that resonated in her throat and over her tongue had a warm wickedness to it.
Dirty was almost euphemistic when it came to the spark that flared between them. Filthy came closer. Beautifully, wickedly, deliciously filthy, in ways she wanted to revel in. Especially in that there was no poise involved, just freedom to feel, to act and react, to enjoy every pleasure they could give each other.
She curled the fingers of the hand resting on his arm, slowly and deliberately raking her nails over the fabric of his shirt to make absolutely sure he was thinking what she was thinking. Heat pooled, low and sweet, in her belly in response and she smirked at herself and him. They were definitely combustible.
And then, because she could, and she felt almost contractually obligated, she elbowed him lightly in the side and teased, "Hey now. That sounded perilously close to a hope speech."
Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Dirty was almost euphemistic when it came to the spark that flared between them. Filthy came closer. Beautifully, wickedly, deliciously filthy, in ways she wanted to revel in. Especially in that there was no poise involved, just freedom to feel, to act and react, to enjoy every pleasure they could give each other.
She curled the fingers of the hand resting on his arm, slowly and deliberately raking her nails over the fabric of his shirt to make absolutely sure he was thinking what she was thinking. Heat pooled, low and sweet, in her belly in response and she smirked at herself and him. They were definitely combustible.
And then, because she could, and she felt almost contractually obligated, she elbowed him lightly in the side and teased, "Hey now. That sounded perilously close to a hope speech."