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it takes her a moment to register what he means. has to be referring to the little pinch of her brows, drawn together like she's concerned — something she hasn't noticed prior to this moment. oops. at least she doesn't look like she wants him dead when she's zoned out, right? that has to count for something here! probably just looks a little bit like a kicked puppy, like hunter's just told her she can't have something that she's been positively begging for.

soraya laughs, loud and happy, as she nestles herself up against him. no place she'd rather be. maybe she just slips a hand under his shirt for good measure, because she likes to be in contact. it's grounding, okay. 

"do not—"

listen, she loves hunter dearly, she does. that's her favorite person on the planet, her forever ( and that's a threat ). the question, however, is dangerous, because despite all of that, she really, really doesn't put it past him to stick the whole damn package in there and start a fire. soraya is like, so not strong enough for that today. there's a reason she's not a firefighter!

"hunter elias benoit, if you put that whole damn thing in there, i'm gonna choke you out!" can she reach? doesn't matter — she's gonna make it happen and he's just gonna have to live with it. could probably convince him to kneel down to her level if need be, with some batting of her eyes and a little pout. best to file that thought process away for another time, because somehow, it's going to get derailed, and everything is going to end of on fire.

oh, she can't help but feel a little shy around hunter. ( she knew his type. the golden retriever boy. ) a part of her wished she had actually dated one back in her home country, but instead she ended up with a self conscious boy who wanted all her attention. ( not that hunter wasn't fighting for her attention. ) she'll giggle, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as blue eyes shift away from him. "well, i---....i don't know," a playful roll her eyes as she clasps her hands in front of her, cocking her hip out slightly.

if she's blushing over it, mind your business. she knows they're cute together; knows he knows it, too, but that doesn't make it any less nice to hear. at this point, she's decently fucking sure that her stomach doesn't know how to not be all flippy and full of butterflies when he's involved. anyone else and she might be a little embarrassed (only a little — still proud to be his, too much so to be really embarrassed).

she hasn't exactly made a secret of that. has half a mind to start giving him attitude, snarking at him, but his hands at her hips, pulling her back onto his cock? yeah, she definitely doesn't have the mental capacity to focus on anything but that right now — can't focus on anything but the way every thrust makes her moan and shudder. buries her whine in the sheets, but even she can hear how loud it still is. she's about thirteen seconds from losing her goddamn mind, and she can't even make the right words to describe it.

forces herself up onto an elbow, blindly grabbing at him in hopes of pulling him in deeper, faster, harder — something, anything, to urge him on when she's struggling with her words the way she is. unfair. she'd been wet before, writhing in his lap as he kissed, as his hands slid beneath her shirt. now? it's enough to feel it slicking down her thighs, and if she weren't already so far gone, she'd be a little bit more flustered by slick wet sound that comes with every thrust.

it takes everything in her not to fucking wail when she sinks down on his cock in one hot, slick movement. remains still for a moment because really, it's all she can do — the stretch of him inside her knocks the breath from her lungs, leaves her unmoving with hands planted firmly on his chest. unfair, really, that he feels so good when she's not even fucking moving right now, when all she can do is pant and let her cunt clench down around him.

"yeah," comes in a sigh, soft and more than a little bit breathless. definitely not a strong enough grasp of words right now to say much, more focused on the way he fills her in this position than she is on anything else. by the time she manages to get her shit together for long enough to do anything, she's beginning a slow roll of her hips, blindly grabbing for one of his hands to guide it to her tits. she thinks she might be seeing stars behind her eyelids right about now.

she's kind of embarrassed by the way heat blooms in her cheeks when he says it, if she's being honest. it's not news, really, if she sits back and thinks about it — she can so clearly picture the big goofy grin on his face when he's gotten good news and is itching to tell her (and maybe she thinks that's cutest when the flipper isn't present. so sue her). and really, how is she supposed to keep from grinning at him in kind when that happens, when his smile makes her feel all warm and giddy, makes her heart race so hard it feels like it's in her throat?

chin rests in her hands when she rolls onto her stomach, looking up at him all wide-eyed and flushed. maybe she's kicking her feet, fighting off the urge to giggle. mind your business. "and that's so fucking cute," soraya finally tells him, beaming. "like—" scrambles to sit up, cross-legged, reaching out for him with her grabby little hands. he better get over here.