[She never got a chance to tend to the painful litany written across his skin, the time for that stolen when he'd dragged himself off and disappeared. There's no getting it back, then or now, and she can't help but feel guilty that she won't have the chance to make up for it. She'd cover each line in all the affection she was never able to give if she could, but there's not enough time. There was never enough time for what they had.
Slender fingers hook into the top of his briefs and tug down, catching his pants in the same movement to work him free of the confinement. He's hot and thick in her hand and she can feel the heat between her own legs coiling tightly at the memory of how he'd felt inside her, the breathless nights they'd carved out for themselves between missions and obligations. She's missed that- the singular need he had been so adept at stoking within her, and she seizes upon it now, a quick, open mouthed kiss pressed back against his stomach, then another, lower, her hand around him stroking up his shaft to make way for her lips.
She kisses the base of his cock, muffling her needy little moan against his skin before she moves up, switching places with her hand again so she can take the head of him into her mouth. It's been far too long to think she can manage anything proper, but she wants to try. Whether he'll let her is another matter, but for now she allows herself a slow, shallow bob of her head, one hand gently pumping what she can't reach; the other drifts between her own legs, the ache too insistent to ignore completely without some sort of answer, even if it's just fingertips dragged against the barrier of her panties.]
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Slender fingers hook into the top of his briefs and tug down, catching his pants in the same movement to work him free of the confinement. He's hot and thick in her hand and she can feel the heat between her own legs coiling tightly at the memory of how he'd felt inside her, the breathless nights they'd carved out for themselves between missions and obligations. She's missed that- the singular need he had been so adept at stoking within her, and she seizes upon it now, a quick, open mouthed kiss pressed back against his stomach, then another, lower, her hand around him stroking up his shaft to make way for her lips.
She kisses the base of his cock, muffling her needy little moan against his skin before she moves up, switching places with her hand again so she can take the head of him into her mouth. It's been far too long to think she can manage anything proper, but she wants to try. Whether he'll let her is another matter, but for now she allows herself a slow, shallow bob of her head, one hand gently pumping what she can't reach; the other drifts between her own legs, the ache too insistent to ignore completely without some sort of answer, even if it's just fingertips dragged against the barrier of her panties.]