This was something she’d always been good at. Playing the part of coy… feigning bashful when they both knew he wouldn’t have been there if she was all the bit as wholesome as she pretended. Though Dean’d not have folded so easily were it not for the coaxing of doe eyes and teeth worrying away at lips he followed with a steady gaze before leaning down to catch briefly. Enough to say they could again, even if that AGAIN wasn’t right now. Even if he had to wait months, fending off an impatience that’d long found root inside of him. The same impatience that insisted a second kiss, firmer than the one before, prior to leaning back, returned to slow drags on a cigarette he still awaited her to put out.
The smell lingers. Daniel gets suspicious.
Judging by the hand crept under the covers, working its way up along the column of a soft thigh, he had ever reason to grow suspicious. Despite his best efforts to keep marks to a minimum, they’d always come. Tiny little bruises he’d suckled into the crook of her neck being eyed careless as the grin cultivated at the sight of them. “We could, yeah… but I dunno if you’ll be walkin’ straight if we do.”
She ducks her head down, tries to hide the grin that appears on her face and the giggle that occurs but she knows she’s failed. There’s a jolt throughout her entire body, bumps rising on her skin as she looks at the man next to her, the sheet she’s holding against her chest slipping slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts.
“Well,that’s an idea I certainly wouldn’t mind,” she answers, lip curving as she leans into Dean and lets her fingers trail down his stomach, biting on her lower lip as she does so.
“I wasn’t kidding you know, when I said we could go again. I want to, for sure,” she whispers
