[That day in the kitchen, when he'd been blood-drunk, high in a way he hadn't been in years — blood is so very much like heroin; once you go clean, if you fall off the wagon again and take what you still believe is your normal dose, you go right off the rails — and he'd told her how he thought about her body, he hadn't been lying. He wouldn't have told her that way if he had been able to choose, obviously, but Annie is a fit girl, and she's been a part of his life for long enough for him to have even the most idle of fantasies about her.
They haven't been idle for a long time, actually.
He slides the straps down off her shoulders and follows their path with his mouth, pressing hot — well, they'd be hot to her — open-mouthed kisses to her skin, sucking gently as he peels her bra lower and lower. Only when it's barely keeping her breasts still covered does he look up, raising his head to peer up at her with dark eyes, silently requesting permission.]
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[That day in the kitchen, when he'd been blood-drunk, high in a way he hadn't been in years — blood is so very much like heroin; once you go clean, if you fall off the wagon again and take what you still believe is your normal dose, you go right off the rails — and he'd told her how he thought about her body, he hadn't been lying. He wouldn't have told her that way if he had been able to choose, obviously, but Annie is a fit girl, and she's been a part of his life for long enough for him to have even the most idle of fantasies about her.
They haven't been idle for a long time, actually.
He slides the straps down off her shoulders and follows their path with his mouth, pressing hot — well, they'd be hot to her — open-mouthed kisses to her skin, sucking gently as he peels her bra lower and lower. Only when it's barely keeping her breasts still covered does he look up, raising his head to peer up at her with dark eyes, silently requesting permission.]