[ He's working hard to ruin what's left of her composure. And it's working, at least mostly-- her cheeks are flushed, her nipples tight buds, her eyes fluttering closed as she arches her back, seeking more-- more contact, more of him, more of everything. ]
You can't count it as a case if it wasn't a case.
[ Should it have been one? Probably. But that's not the point. ]
Wasn't much of a vacation, either.
[ She pauses her strokes, just long enough to drag her hand up and back under the waistband, her skin soft and warm against him without the layer of fabric between. ]
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You can't count it as a case if it wasn't a case.
[ Should it have been one? Probably. But that's not the point. ]
Wasn't much of a vacation, either.
[ She pauses her strokes, just long enough to drag her hand up and back under the waistband, her skin soft and warm against him without the layer of fabric between. ]