[ her back hits the mattress and a split second later she's lifting her hips off it to push her hastily unbuttoned jeans and her underwear down her thighs. the rush gaining speed in her veins collides in her gut while they've let go of each other. she blames him, coming at her like he's walked in from a war even on an off night. shoving her pants to her ankles, she kicks her legs free and gets to her knees.
he really gets the chance to loom, then, but not for long. she takes no time to linger over the latticework of scars on his chest as she runs her hands up it to wrap around his neck and pull him in. his pulse jackhammers at her palm. grinning in the dark, she kisses him once, harshly, then drags his bottom lip through her teeth as she takes him to the mattress. her legs slot between his, hips writhing impetuously for any sliver of friction, though she always wrestles frank once they get here. ]
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he really gets the chance to loom, then, but not for long. she takes no time to linger over the latticework of scars on his chest as she runs her hands up it to wrap around his neck and pull him in. his pulse jackhammers at her palm. grinning in the dark, she kisses him once, harshly, then drags his bottom lip through her teeth as she takes him to the mattress. her legs slot between his, hips writhing impetuously for any sliver of friction, though she always wrestles frank once they get here. ]