[She's all teeth when he withdraws, catching the underside of his lip. Stereotypical maybe, for something as wild as she is, but if it bothers her she's certainly leaning into it, rather than away.]
Don't think it takes much to make him sweat.
[A smooth little exhale let out as her fingers sink lower, skirting the waistband of Sam's trousers beneath her, still giving York the full depth of her immediate attention. Even without the feverish heat of his kiss on her lips, she can still feel the ghost of it.
Or maybe that's just the alcohol. She's not sure.]
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Don't think it takes much to make him sweat.
[A smooth little exhale let out as her fingers sink lower, skirting the waistband of Sam's trousers beneath her, still giving York the full depth of her immediate attention. Even without the feverish heat of his kiss on her lips, she can still feel the ghost of it.
Or maybe that's just the alcohol. She's not sure.]