* REBEL QUEEN !

A breathy laugh left Hank, head shifting to nose at the tresses of her hair. North is a mess at the mere brush of such delicate wires, sensations shooting up through every circuit and thin link that made up the woman. He wanted to drink in the sight of her, every flush of skin and every noise that escaped her plush lips. Fingers rubbed lazily along those wires, giving soft squeezes as Hank moved.

“Not teasing, North. I’m telling the truth.”

            SHE ALL BUT WHINES  at his words  ,  the continued pulling  &  playing at sensitive wires in her neck  ,  body tingling  &  hips still moving  desperately  for friction  ,  teeth sinking into her lower lip.  one hand rests between her legs  ,  breathy moans leaving her lips as hank’s fingers move along her wires.  as good as it feels  ,  it’s not enough for what she wants  ,  what she  NEEDS  at the moment.  she wants more  ,  eyes closing when she speaks.

Hank settled against the pillows on their bed, a warm grin stretched upon his lips as blues skated over her shapely form in approval. As much as the premise had concerned him, it seemed that North was committed and sure in enacting such a moment between them. She’s being a tease as she dug through their closet, making sure that her ass was right in his line of sight. A soft grumble escaped him, palm brushing against the rigid of his cock beneath his boxers. North was bound to be the death of him, honestly. Cheeks colored at the question, causing Hank’s brow to raise at the young woman.

“Only if you do it slowly.”

           ❝ And deny you a nice show ??  Never.            SHE SMILES AT HIM  ,  something mischevious  &  glinting in her eyes as she does so.  one hand slides the right strap of her bra off  ,  letting it slide down her arm before  repeating  the motion on the other side.  her hands hold the fabric up against her breasts for a moment before undoing the  CLASP  in the front  ,  allowing the garment to fall to the floor.  her hands cover her chest for another moment before her hands slide down her body to  hook  under the lacy waistband of her panties.  she teases them down her hips slowly before  TUGGING  them off  &  stepping out of them.  with a grin  ,  she steps towards hank slowly  ,  sinking to her knees.

There’s something satisfying in seeing North unwind and be herself in the space of Hank’s bedroom. Too long had she suffered at the hands of other men, knowing only pain and never once experiencing a kind hand to hold her. This moment between them was vital for North–it’s a moment that would help in healing her. Fingers gently squeezed and twisted those delicate wires, eliciting more of those sounds from North as lips trailed over the back of her neck.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous sweetheart.” 

            SHE KEENS  &  WHINES  at the praise  ,  kind words in combination with the fingers  toying  with her wires.  she shifts from where she sits  ,  feeling something restless  &  aching within her  ,  spreading like  FIRE  through her  &  melting her circuits.  desperate for something  more  ,  north’s thighs tensing  &  hips shifting  ,  a moan coming from her lips as she gets  SOME  kind of friction.

👀 – go down on/suck-off

¿ - for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question

me getting my ass handed to me with this

¿ - for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question

            ❝ Don’t…..Don’t call me that.  I-I’m not….. ❞