[ If he wasn't like this, if he didn't keep her breathless and struggling to do much more than shudder blissfully, she might have ended up too fuckstruck to stop herself from babbling and letting more than a few choice remarks slip through what's left of her defenses – that one lingering speck of reason that keeps her from crossing more lines than the ones a pair of crewmates who fuck frequently blow right past.
That final, driven way he snaps his hips forward fills the space between them with the slick, almost lurid sound of him fucking into her, and the hot heat of him spending himself inside her presses hard on that iota of rationale still trying its best. Without thinking, her arms wrap tight around his shoulders before she pulls him against her, voracious (possessive, if someone looked at it too long and in the right light) in the want to have him flush against her while he buries himself inside her.
She wants to say something, more than anything she wants to have a tart remark to puncture the warm, sweet haze that's now seeping into her perception. Instead, Nami finds herself turning her head, closing her eyes as the short strands of his hair tickle her skin, all too comfortable getting away with hiding her face in his hair and breathing him in while her body buzzes and her heartbeat gradually slows to something normal again. ]
Fuck. [ Nami murmurs quietly, the word punctuated with a gentle chuckle, privately relieved he'll likely chalk it up to the orgasm alone, and not the warm, affectionate ache spreading through her chest in the aftermath. A feeling that has nothing to do with the sex at all. ]
i appreciate you, and this mess that keeps on giving
That final, driven way he snaps his hips forward fills the space between them with the slick, almost lurid sound of him fucking into her, and the hot heat of him spending himself inside her presses hard on that iota of rationale still trying its best. Without thinking, her arms wrap tight around his shoulders before she pulls him against her, voracious (possessive, if someone looked at it too long and in the right light) in the want to have him flush against her while he buries himself inside her.
She wants to say something, more than anything she wants to have a tart remark to puncture the warm, sweet haze that's now seeping into her perception. Instead, Nami finds herself turning her head, closing her eyes as the short strands of his hair tickle her skin, all too comfortable getting away with hiding her face in his hair and breathing him in while her body buzzes and her heartbeat gradually slows to something normal again. ]
Fuck. [ Nami murmurs quietly, the word punctuated with a gentle chuckle, privately relieved he'll likely chalk it up to the orgasm alone, and not the warm, affectionate ache spreading through her chest in the aftermath. A feeling that has nothing to do with the sex at all. ]