[His chest is still stinging from what her claws were doing. He is dimly aware of this, but the hands on his shoulders are more important, and all he can really think about is how good this feels and how much he wants her. There’s a familiar warmth building up in his stomach but there’s a difference to it, because he’s usually on top and feeling far more of his partner’s body than this. His hands move from her hips to her back and he encourages her lower, pulling her against him and stretching up so that he can kiss and nip at her exposed neck while she moves. His hips keep arching up against her, copying her movements and wanting her to feel this good too.]
Laura Kinney
The Facility created me to be a weapon. Killing was all I knew. I didn't know how to say "no." But if I ever did say no, they had a way to make me kill. A chemical trigger.
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Re: Laura
Date: 2011-06-24 06:04 pm (UTC)