[While she does yield, her hips obliging to the sudden pull of her hips over his, a soft sound tumbling past here reddened lips, there's something deeper swimming in her gaze when she lifts it to meet his.]
... Always.
[It annoys her sometimes how she simply cannot get enough of him. How she always wants him, thinks of him, no matter what they are doing. It's always been that way, though... it's just a feeling she has to get used to having again.]
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... Always.
[It annoys her sometimes how she simply cannot get enough of him. How she always wants him, thinks of him, no matter what they are doing. It's always been that way, though... it's just a feeling she has to get used to having again.]
Or else would I have offered?