#errbody

(uhh... this one is from just a little bit above the next two so I decided to bump it to the top)

Danse’s finger traced down her neck to the collar of her shirt, tugging it down slightly. Her skin was sensitive and chafed from Arthur’s beard and she knew he had left marks on her. “And how is Arthur?”  

He unzipped her pants, shoving his hand inside and pressing a finger into her drenched pussy. “Did he fuck you, El?”

(and the very next sentence:)

“Yeah, Danse. More than once.”  (they have a kink I guess)

(totaly different part below)

“Yes,” he said quietly. She realized then that the young man who ran the Brotherhood with such self assurance and confidence was not the young man in the room with her right now. She thought back to her first time, how they had lavished her with so much care and attention.

I LOVE getting tagged in this, thank you so much.