But we get along when I'm inside you

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but we get along when I'm inside you; This isn't hate sex. You don't actually hate each other, you just get along like cats and dogs during the middle of a fireworks show. Speaking of fireworks, though, there is a spark the two of you can't deny, which is what lead you to some sort of intimacy. Maybe it was sexual tension reaching its breaking point, maybe it was something else. But the fact remains that this isn't hate sex, and you're actually more in synch now than you ever have been. In fact, this is the greatest tryst you've ever had, due to all that frustration you have towards them. It begs the question: why don't you two become more? ...then you remember how you get along otherwise. Comment with your character and preferences. Reply to others. Have some UST. Banter. Bicker. Flat out fight, then fuck.

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[vectorsnake]

Medusa mimicked his motion as he sat up, though the move seemed to be the most natural one. She wrapped her arms slowly around his neck, bringing her hands to rest at his back, letting her fingers tease along the ridge of his spine. Truth be told she was very much enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips.

"Oh do you now? Very well then," she gave a little roll of her hips as she moved her legs, bringing them up so that her feet were planted on the ground behind him and she was straddling his waist more fully now. "Shall we discuss?"