Wounds, Chapter 7/7
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
So, have you got the guts? Been wonderin’ if your heart’s still open And if so I wanna know What time it shuts. -Arctic Monkeys
“Mabel, what are we … how should I - ?”
She closed her bedroom door, placed her hands on Dipper’s shoulders, and shoved him backward onto the bed, grinning wolfishly at his increasingly panicked expression as she straddled him.
He was so alive. So very, very alive. And this thing she’d been searching for her entire life, this thing she never knew she needed, was here, right here. And it was Dipper, always Dipper.
The warm tongue in her mouth, the soft lips between her teeth. Hot breath and urgent growls of pleasure and want. She trills at the sensation of his hands upon her, up and down her sides, grasping at her hips, and she needs this, needs this touch, but she needs to touch him far more.
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si fin :,)