[Despite everything she's done with him (and put in her mouth tonight), she still blushes a little when he brushes his wet finger across her lips. Nips at it, half-hearted revenge for toying with her. She's sorely tempted to push him back to the floor and hold him down while she grinds against his leg until she finds release. She almost tries, except then he's kissing her and her eyes drift shut. She doesn't see him shift to gather her up, has no idea what he's planning until she's up in the air. She yelps in surprise.]
What are you doing?!
[There's an undercurrent of fear in her laughter. The last time she was carried like this -- one of the few times she'd ever been carried at all -- Mako had been running from Amon (why did he take her? he should have run and saved himself. Amon had already taken the only thing that mattered). It's not an association she's conscious of; she doesn't notice the fear, or the relief when he drops her on the couch.]
Ow.
[Just as he's resisting the urge to rip off her pants, she's resisting the urge to kick her feet back and forth while he undoes her boots. She's overflowing with restless energy and demanding need; the last thing she wants to be doing is waiting for her shoes to come off. More relief when he finally gets them off and pulls down her pants. A stuttered gasp as he breathes against her, and she inches her hips forward, a silent plea.]
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What are you doing?!
[There's an undercurrent of fear in her laughter. The last time she was carried like this -- one of the few times she'd ever been carried at all -- Mako had been running from Amon (why did he take her? he should have run and saved himself. Amon had already taken the only thing that mattered). It's not an association she's conscious of; she doesn't notice the fear, or the relief when he drops her on the couch.]
Ow.
[Just as he's resisting the urge to rip off her pants, she's resisting the urge to kick her feet back and forth while he undoes her boots. She's overflowing with restless energy and demanding need; the last thing she wants to be doing is waiting for her shoes to come off. More relief when he finally gets them off and pulls down her pants. A stuttered gasp as he breathes against her, and she inches her hips forward, a silent plea.]