#accusos

his expression only flickers for a moment, but it’s long enough for eve to identify the intense, lustful gaze. he wants to kiss her. & she wants to kiss him. so she does, so forcefully that she almost knocks him backwards. he’s strong enough to stay upright, though not strong enough to control a quiet moan as eve deepens the kiss, curling her fingers in his hair. his hands skim along her back, uncharacteristically uncertain —— she reaches back to guide his hands to hold her how she wants to be held: TIGHT, as though nothing exists outside his hands under her shirt & their mouths & the unbearably exciting friction when eve slides into his lap.

now she pushes him back, pressing her body against his, unable to keep from grinding against him. well, she probably could stop —— but she doesn’t want to. ‘ eve … ’ his voice, like his touch, is gentle. but eve wants something more; she wants everything mike brags about doing with so many other people and everything he’s never done with ANYONE ELSE. she kisses his neck; he repeats her name but it fades into another moan when she bites. she pushes his shirt up, running her hands over his chest with a satisfied purr. mike chuckles at her obvious admiration. she dips her head to lick his chest, hands sliding lower to tackle his belt. now eve’s intentions are obvious, mike falls quiet, stroking her hair almost reverently.