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Dr. Harrison Wells ([personal profile] harrisonwells) wrote 2016-04-17 11:57 pm (UTC)

[And there's no reason to leave her bra dangling there, is there? So he's curling his fingers between the cups and tugging it forward, down her arms, and it ends up on the other end of the couch, easily found later tonight (or tomorrow morning) assuming they don't need to toss it anywhere else.

Her arms go right back where they'd been, and he hadn't even needed to urge that, so his hand goes right back to where it was too, sliding along the last scrap of fabric, but this time dipping to stroke a finger between her legs. This, he hasn't done before, this is new, still clothed head to toe, even long sleeves, with his partner a breath away from stripped bare. He watches her face as his fingers spread against the fabric, then dip beneath it to slide into her folds.]


What I want. [And now he's whispering, that harsh, low sound as he works his fingers slow, and his other hand stays tight in her hair.] I want to watch you come like this, Ms. Stacy. Just like this. Do you think you can do that?

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