[She's going to kill him. Sensory overload or all the blood rushing out of his head. He's going to die a very happy man but -
His tongue answers hers, lips parting, dipping into her mouth, quick teasing strokes before he slips deeper, stroking along her tongue, tasting, exploring. His body is screaming at him, blood pulsing liquid fire through his veins, nerves rioting across his skin everywhere she touches - and yet - he needs more. He needs to touch, to taste, to explore. He needs to have all of her because he's leaving in the morning and he doesn't know how long he'll be away from her and any thing he misses now he'll miss for months. His hands don't unhook her bra, skimming over it, up to her shoulders, the back of her neck, and then back down her sides, thumbs stroking the sides of her breasts through the fabric of her bra, down to her hips. He should be taking this slow. They've never done this before. He should be easing into more intimate touches. But she's so alive and hungry and the way she's grinding down against him has his hips bucking upward in automatic answer and
he hands slide down, press into the fabric of her underwear, curve and his fingers dig in as he cups her ass, squeezes. And his metal fingers slip down further, slip between them, press up and drag against her right between her legs where she's so hot and wet.]
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His tongue answers hers, lips parting, dipping into her mouth, quick teasing strokes before he slips deeper, stroking along her tongue, tasting, exploring. His body is screaming at him, blood pulsing liquid fire through his veins, nerves rioting across his skin everywhere she touches - and yet - he needs more. He needs to touch, to taste, to explore. He needs to have all of her because he's leaving in the morning and he doesn't know how long he'll be away from her and any thing he misses now he'll miss for months. His hands don't unhook her bra, skimming over it, up to her shoulders, the back of her neck, and then back down her sides, thumbs stroking the sides of her breasts through the fabric of her bra, down to her hips. He should be taking this slow. They've never done this before. He should be easing into more intimate touches. But she's so alive and hungry and the way she's grinding down against him has his hips bucking upward in automatic answer and
he hands slide down, press into the fabric of her underwear, curve and his fingers dig in as he cups her ass, squeezes. And his metal fingers slip down further, slip between them, press up and drag against her right between her legs where she's so hot and wet.]