[Just the sound of that gasp sent a prickle of chills up his spine--but then she's moving away, dropping down, and Merlin, that's direct enough. When he looks down at her, on her knees, he can hardly see her in the dark. Just the glint of her eyes, the glint of her mouth as she talks--her hand already on him, and that makes it rather difficult to string a sentence together mentally, let alone talk--]
But one that knows how to have f-fun.
[And he grins a little, despite himself, despite his breathlessness--]
no subject
But one that knows how to have f-fun.
[And he grins a little, despite himself, despite his breathlessness--]
Maybe my favorite unrepentant slut--