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onewhoisall) wrote2012-11-19 10:27 pm
onewhoisall) wrote2012-11-19 10:27 pm
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I can feel him, his impatience and anger lying on the surface of his skin. The same skin glistening with sweat from the heat of the club and the press of bodies up against us both, my body up against his. I can feel him, not just his simmering emotion but the barely contained desire pressed against me. He wants me, hn. I want him too. I don't think Bruce would approve.
I lead, glancing back to make sure his eyes follow me as I tug on his hand and pull him out of the warmth and into the cold night. I shiver, nipples hardening in the cooler air before I turn to face him and tug his body towards mine. I lean up onto my tiptoes, meeting his lips before falling into the heat of his body.
Burning, it feels like I am burning. And I don't care, I don't care even if Bruce would not approve.
I lead, glancing back to make sure his eyes follow me as I tug on his hand and pull him out of the warmth and into the cold night. I shiver, nipples hardening in the cooler air before I turn to face him and tug his body towards mine. I lean up onto my tiptoes, meeting his lips before falling into the heat of his body.
Burning, it feels like I am burning. And I don't care, I don't care even if Bruce would not approve.