dog-house (you better bark like you want it!) by lunarsols
rated e | 9595 words | inspired by @anyabarnes
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Liliya whimpers, just a little bit, so quiet she prays Jane can’t hear it, but loud enough that she knows she does. Jane’s fingers loosen in her hair as her mouth ticks up in a smirk, and her posture straightens just a little bit more with confidence that tells Liliya she is already pathetic.
“Please, Miss Hollander,” Liliya pleads, already feeling herself sink below the waves of desire. She's watched Jane ride this current so many times, watched Jane float away and leave behind a version of herself gauzy and needy, but never until now has Liliya fully understood the feeling. Now, she understands it perfectly. Her thoughts move as if through syrup, the only clear sensations being the heat beneath her skin where Jane—where Miss Hollander—touches her.
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or: liliya bites off more than she can chew, and miss hollander puts her in her place <3 happy late @hollanovaweek
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