[ Bloodied fingers rest atop his own - just touching, not having enough sense in her brain to lace them together. His chest on her back only serves to amplify the heat, and she rests her forehead on the tiles beneath her, if only to intake the coolness they provide.
Whenever she finally gets a moment to use her nose, instead of screaming out loud in pleasure, a smile finds a way to grace Allison's lips. It doesn't smell like her anymore, it doesn't smell like Scott anymore. It's them now - the sweetness of Allison's scent and the muskiness of Scott's mixed together in a perfect blend. Strong, too - she thinks that even a human could smell it, the thought of which makes her grind back on him with simple happiness. She leans over to kiss Scott's arm one thousand times over, breath splattering out on his flesh with each of her sex pants in between. She's so far in love with him, so far enveloped in the sounds he makes and the heat her provides, she thinks she might suffocate now and die a happy death.
There's a soft groan at "mine", and Allison bites down on his bicep to say, "yes, completely, totally, one hundred percent his". She's his, and she's not planning on sharing him with anyone anytime soon. ]
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Whenever she finally gets a moment to use her nose, instead of screaming out loud in pleasure, a smile finds a way to grace Allison's lips. It doesn't smell like her anymore, it doesn't smell like Scott anymore. It's them now - the sweetness of Allison's scent and the muskiness of Scott's mixed together in a perfect blend. Strong, too - she thinks that even a human could smell it, the thought of which makes her grind back on him with simple happiness. She leans over to kiss Scott's arm one thousand times over, breath splattering out on his flesh with each of her sex pants in between. She's so far in love with him, so far enveloped in the sounds he makes and the heat her provides, she thinks she might suffocate now and die a happy death.
There's a soft groan at "mine", and Allison bites down on his bicep to say, "yes, completely, totally, one hundred percent his". She's his, and she's not planning on sharing him with anyone anytime soon. ]