[ The fingers at her hip tightened by increments with every inch that she took, his groans buried against the curve of her neck. There'd be some nasty bruises later, probably.
A reminder of what happened, of what they'd done.
Finally she's settled against him and it's like two puzzle pieces slotted together. The hand caught in her hair drifts down her back, past her shoulders before coming to settle on her opposite hip. It's as much about having something for him to hold onto as it is offering any sort of support. ]
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A reminder of what happened, of what they'd done.
Finally she's settled against him and it's like two puzzle pieces slotted together. The hand caught in her hair drifts down her back, past her shoulders before coming to settle on her opposite hip. It's as much about having something for him to hold onto as it is offering any sort of support. ]