[ He won't stay because eventually sense comes to him, that he shouldn't linger, that this is a fleeting affair between two people lost in a world they aren't a part of. He'll find himself eventually back where he belongs, where circumstances will properly breathe life into the Punisher again β not in this bed, not in the quieter moments that follow, for as long as the warmth between their skins is meant to last.
When she slips her leg up, he braces it against him with the slide of his palm against her thigh, his thumb smoothing over the naked skin with unconscious rhythm. The focus remains on her eyes, on the soft curvature of her smile until she's closing in the space with a kiss, sex still heavy on both of their tongues but somehow sweet and tender all the same despite the wet caress of their lips. ]
Let's just say I felt pretty inspired by what I had in front of me. [ He kisses her again, lazy still but lingering and seeking more of her mouth, if only to bask without distraction before he finds sense to pick himself up from this bed. ]
[ In the end, it works out for her just fine too β at least, that's what she tells herself, never normally one to permit herself to hang around because that would signal the beginnings of something she isn't in any way qualified to follow through on, something deeper than what she can afford to get tangled up in. Physically, though, she's more than content to keep them half-entwined, voicing a sigh while his hand smooths across her thigh and her mouth plays across his, that heat between them not completely abated yet.
She'll choose to chalk it up to the fact that they've simply managed to get pretty freaking good at this, never once harboring the significant thought that this is about anything more than helping one another avoid the horrors of unblocking and just enjoying themselves in the process. ]
No surprise there. I am very motivating. [ That and maybe she'd done her best to wear down his reservations about stopping by this late; she'll never fess up to that part, though. Mouths seal and she hums quietly, fingertips clutching against the strength of his abdomen. ]
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When she slips her leg up, he braces it against him with the slide of his palm against her thigh, his thumb smoothing over the naked skin with unconscious rhythm. The focus remains on her eyes, on the soft curvature of her smile until she's closing in the space with a kiss, sex still heavy on both of their tongues but somehow sweet and tender all the same despite the wet caress of their lips. ]
Let's just say I felt pretty inspired by what I had in front of me. [ He kisses her again, lazy still but lingering and seeking more of her mouth, if only to bask without distraction before he finds sense to pick himself up from this bed. ]
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She'll choose to chalk it up to the fact that they've simply managed to get pretty freaking good at this, never once harboring the significant thought that this is about anything more than helping one another avoid the horrors of unblocking and just enjoying themselves in the process. ]
No surprise there. I am very motivating. [ That and maybe she'd done her best to wear down his reservations about stopping by this late; she'll never fess up to that part, though. Mouths seal and she hums quietly, fingertips clutching against the strength of his abdomen. ]