Scratches, caresses. It was all the same. All touch, all Raven's hands, moving through his wrappings though they were. All Raven, tightening against him, breathing his name, warm and real and alive underneath him, making him forget all over again that he was anything but whole.
The kisses that he was sending her way were alternating now with nibbles, careful nips and gentle bites along her throat, her shoulders, each one carrying no small amount of appreciation along with it.
[Sorry this took so long. Mondays are apparently soul-eating.]
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Date: 2011-10-18 09:31 pm (UTC)The kisses that he was sending her way were alternating now with nibbles, careful nips and gentle bites along her throat, her shoulders, each one carrying no small amount of appreciation along with it.
[Sorry this took so long. Mondays are apparently soul-eating.]