" Be still. "
Send “Be still” for my muse’s reaction to yours trailing a hand up their thigh and shirt.
lower lip was clenched between teeth as the callous hands of the vehicle mechanic wandered. the words causing her to do so, it’s strange to kaboom really. she expected violence, something, not this gentle borderline curiosity as the raven-haired woman’s hand moved up her thigh, the other going under her shirt. kaboom could feel it traverse the bandages that covered her ribs, and her breath hitched slightly. jack had told her to be still, but that was never going to last, s he didn’t do good with this whole slow tease thing. her lips met the woman’s neck, tongue briefly darting out to trace the tattoo before playfully nipping at it. her hands wander ing the older woman’s body. ‘jack ye too slow,’ the smile was audible in her voice.
