Oct 8, 2025
You should always wear my clothes. @f0rtomorrows
it's murmured against her neck, his breath tickling her skin as she settles in his lap. his broad hands are warm on her hips, for she wears only one of his work shirts unbuttoned nearly to her navel. she sighs as he noses at her throat and tangles her fingers in his hair with a little laugh. when she rolls her hips, she can feel him hard beneath her. it goes to her head like wine, leaves her beaming with self-satisfaction. "clearly," she teases with another roll of her hips. "all this for me, clark? i'm not even trying."