[ her teeth sink into his lower lip and thor lets out a moan that's dragged from deep within his chest, the low rumble of distant thunder. she's warm and alive atop him and he's thought about this before, but never with such immediate need as now, never so desperately.
desperation meets relief when her hands curl in his hair and he runs his hands down her back, over her sides, up the front until he can up one breast with his palm, curling it there despite the jumpsuit dividing skin from skin. she is warm and alive and he needs her more than he can put in words — but it seems he won't have to at all. for that, he's grateful. ]
no subject
desperation meets relief when her hands curl in his hair and he runs his hands down her back, over her sides, up the front until he can up one breast with his palm, curling it there despite the jumpsuit dividing skin from skin. she is warm and alive and he needs her more than he can put in words — but it seems he won't have to at all. for that, he's grateful. ]