That subtle little rake of nails over cloth-covered skin pulled the breath right out of his lungs and made his gut clench with lust--raw, shining lust, nothing like anything he'd ever felt when he went looking for a good time or just had an itch to scratch.
The things she made him feel were no itch, and that teasing little scratch only made things worse.
"Doesn't count." he finally replied, voice gone a little bit hoarse with desire. Clearing his throat, he tried again.
"Gotta be at least ten words for a hope speech--and the part about the dirty stuff doesn't count. Hope speeches aren't dirty. At best, it was...fuck if I know, you're distracting me."
Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
That subtle little rake of nails over cloth-covered skin pulled the breath right out of his lungs and made his gut clench with lust--raw, shining lust, nothing like anything he'd ever felt when he went looking for a good time or just had an itch to scratch.
The things she made him feel were no itch, and that teasing little scratch only made things worse.
"Doesn't count." he finally replied, voice gone a little bit hoarse with desire. Clearing his throat, he tried again.
"Gotta be at least ten words for a hope speech--and the part about the dirty stuff doesn't count. Hope speeches aren't dirty. At best, it was...fuck if I know, you're distracting me."