Wild, Thing.

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[ public ] from here for @loveshard "blake--" there's a hint of warning in her voice, but it falls on deaf ears, and there's no reluctance, no objection from her or her traitorous body. the music is loud at this stupid fashion week party, the lights are low and she can feel the bass in her feet but blake? blake is everywhere. his hands on her body, his mouth on her ear, his fingers inside her--stretching her out like they aren't surrounded by a crowd of the fashion gliteratti. she doesn't know what time it is, the club is in a renovated church, and despite the stained glass time feels different here, slower--better. it's her birthday, she is in the south of italy and blake's about 5 minutes from getting her to ruin her sciaperelli dress (and it's haute couture, fresh off the runway-- she couldn't care less). his fingers curl slow-- it's a delicious stretch, and she's dripping all over him, ruining her panties-- doing away with the part of her brain that recognises that this is a bad idea. instead she leans against him, spreads her feet a few inches wider, gives him more-- begs for it.