[ He can tell she's not trying to be comfortable, content. But something in how she moves like a natural disaster clicks on all of his defenses, willing or not. Here, it's to subdue, to keep her from breaking too much. November isn't intent on doing it on purpose, but his mind rearranges and reorganizes to do it anyway. Contractor instinct.
But, he's also in charge of what his mind projects. So he leans down, kisses her neck, scrapes his teeth along the skin there. His hands are sliding up her small top, thumbs picking out her ribs and scratching with short nails. Instead of mint and warm breezes, the sun slips lower, hot and in their eyes from the mental window.
Shadows creep along the corners, spread up the walls, eating away at the details. The fog of it blankets the floor, curls around their ankles and sits there, an emptiness, a hunger. It thrums with an unnerving electricity, sparking at the nerve endings. ]
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[ He can tell she's not trying to be comfortable, content. But something in how she moves like a natural disaster clicks on all of his defenses, willing or not. Here, it's to subdue, to keep her from breaking too much. November isn't intent on doing it on purpose, but his mind rearranges and reorganizes to do it anyway. Contractor instinct.
But, he's also in charge of what his mind projects. So he leans down, kisses her neck, scrapes his teeth along the skin there. His hands are sliding up her small top, thumbs picking out her ribs and scratching with short nails. Instead of mint and warm breezes, the sun slips lower, hot and in their eyes from the mental window.
Shadows creep along the corners, spread up the walls, eating away at the details. The fog of it blankets the floor, curls around their ankles and sits there, an emptiness, a hunger. It thrums with an unnerving electricity, sparking at the nerve endings. ]