River Song (
hell_in_highheels
) wrote
2009-02-21 04:16 am (UTC)
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She's grinning, nibbling along his jaw as he sets the gun aside, her voice purring in his ear.
everywhere touch me need you
please
Fingertips slip beneath fabric, touching heated skin, caressing, marking the line of his arousal with the softness of her palm.
She inhales, holds her breath, focused entirely on the sound of his voice, the weight of his flesh and blood in her hand.
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Fingertips slip beneath fabric, touching heated skin, caressing, marking the line of his arousal with the softness of her palm.
She inhales, holds her breath, focused entirely on the sound of his voice, the weight of his flesh and blood in her hand.