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Dr. Harrison Wells ([personal profile] harrisonwells) wrote2016-03-01 01:24 pm
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[personal profile] thiwp 2016-06-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ she wasn't actually sure if her orgasm would be enough to trigger his, but she is way, way too pleased with herself when she realizes it does. he pulls her closer and she's so easily led, thighs curling up as much as she can manage with the way she's positioned on the chair, chin resting on his shoulder. she isn't really the type to get lazy and exhausted immediately after sex, but right now she feels a little bit like that, with the way her body rests against his and she just stays that way for a while. the only movement she offers is the light scratch of her nails along his scalp again, now that she's not death-gripping the chair, and the little kisses she presses to his temple ]

I think there's a nice symmetry to having a bad girl around that's very good for you, so I'm gonna go with "very good". [ yes mhm logic and symmetry that's a good reasoning behind something like this. not to mention the fact that he already mentioned he didn't care either way. but that's fine. she's just speaking her mind. her momentarily gooey mind. and hey, the "moment" is over, sort of, but her brain is still stuck in the gutter so oops ] And I think you very much like having somebody push your buttons and gladly accept the punishment for it after.
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[personal profile] thiwp 2016-06-09 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
By all means, take your time.

[ she shouldn't sound pleased with the idea of him thinking up a punishment for her, but she does, yep. after a little while though, once the buzzy-good-feelings start to settle, she finally sits up again, a hand pushing back through her hair while she looks at him properly for just a little bit. she leans in for one more slow kiss before she's scooting around a little bit, trying to get up off of his lap without sending the chair rolling one way or another. it's easy with her heightened sense of balance or whatever, but she still takes her time with it, yeah.

and of course, there's that really filthy second or two where she considers dropping to her knees again, wants to offer to help clean him up just to drive him a little crazy, but nope. no. they can't. it's already late-ish, and she's already been here longer than she intended to be. so instead she's just smiling to let him know that yeah, her brain went there for a moment, before she wanders off to go pick up her underwear and shorts off of the floor, find her shoes too
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