[ it's fine, nancy will be yelling into a pillow about her behavior later on today, or tonight, or tomorrow, who knows, because sometimes her rut can last as much as a full day no matter how much sex she has. jonathan, before he moved away, could barely keep up. maybe billy can. she hopes she can. god, she hates this. and she definitely hates how she's already a little bit drunk on the fact that he's walking right towards her, because she said to. she almost stays right there and waits for him to get to her, but she meets him at those last few steps, hand moving to grip in the front of his shirt before steering him back into the wall.
it's a wonder she has enough self control to look him over first, the concentration all there in her expression. like she can't stop thinking, can't stop being nancy drew, looking for all the clues, even while her brain short circuits trying to wrap around how good he smells.
which is still so weird to her. scent. knowing she has one coming off of her, too, which is the only reason why he's here.
she leans in like she might kiss him, lips parted just a breath away from his, but she ends up squeezing her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. which is a good thing, that she can even do that. it means she's not totally lost to it yet. ]
We can't do this here. [ she says, even as her knee finds it's way between his just so she can feel how hard he is against her thigh. wow, she's going to ruin him. she wonders if his cock is already leaking for her. ] You're going to pick a motel and drive me there. [ it takes her a moment, but then she's pulling away, adjusting the strap of her back over her shoulder and heading to his car, trying to ignore the physical pull of keeping him close as she walks away ]
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it's a wonder she has enough self control to look him over first, the concentration all there in her expression. like she can't stop thinking, can't stop being nancy drew, looking for all the clues, even while her brain short circuits trying to wrap around how good he smells.
which is still so weird to her. scent. knowing she has one coming off of her, too, which is the only reason why he's here.
she leans in like she might kiss him, lips parted just a breath away from his, but she ends up squeezing her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. which is a good thing, that she can even do that. it means she's not totally lost to it yet. ]
We can't do this here. [ she says, even as her knee finds it's way between his just so she can feel how hard he is against her thigh. wow, she's going to ruin him. she wonders if his cock is already leaking for her. ] You're going to pick a motel and drive me there. [ it takes her a moment, but then she's pulling away, adjusting the strap of her back over her shoulder and heading to his car, trying to ignore the physical pull of keeping him close as she walks away ]