[ In the weeks they had been separated by war, by the barrier she had erected between them, the rare times she had allowed herself to give in and cram her hand between her legs. Waking from dreams, flushed and drenched in sweat, hadn't helped — but neither had mauling her clit just to get back to sleep, an empty satisfaction that never lasted.
Her fingers slow to a halt and drift away to the juncture between her hip and inner thigh. ]
I don't do it often.
[ Not so dissimilar from his methods, then. Every other time, it's been a quick venture done without thinking, focused entirely on sensation rather than any stimulating fantasy. Like scratching an itch, truthfully. There isn't anything thrilling about it, she knows, and so she leaves the specifics of it unsaid.
Raising to her elbows, she has to stretch out an arm to reach him, laying her palm over the back of his hand as she joins in his movements. Trying to coax him into allowing her to control his hand, sliding his fingers along his shaft. ]
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[ In the weeks they had been separated by war, by the barrier she had erected between them, the rare times she had allowed herself to give in and cram her hand between her legs. Waking from dreams, flushed and drenched in sweat, hadn't helped — but neither had mauling her clit just to get back to sleep, an empty satisfaction that never lasted.
Her fingers slow to a halt and drift away to the juncture between her hip and inner thigh. ]
I don't do it often.
[ Not so dissimilar from his methods, then. Every other time, it's been a quick venture done without thinking, focused entirely on sensation rather than any stimulating fantasy. Like scratching an itch, truthfully. There isn't anything thrilling about it, she knows, and so she leaves the specifics of it unsaid.
Raising to her elbows, she has to stretch out an arm to reach him, laying her palm over the back of his hand as she joins in his movements. Trying to coax him into allowing her to control his hand, sliding his fingers along his shaft. ]