"Sherlock," she murmurs back, verging on a moan. She wraps her arms around him, holding her tight to him, gazing into those beautiful eyes. Her own are much the same, of course, dark with pupils wide.
She wants to tell him. Wants to tell him she loves him. She can't because she knows he won't take it well. The words burn inside her, though, even if she can't give them voice.
She starts to move against him. This is not a position of a quick shag, for hard thrusting and fast climaxes. This is a position for holding each other and letting the pleasure build until it overtakes them.
They have no time. But this is their first time, and who knows if or when they'll be another. She wants to do it right.
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Date: 2013-06-16 01:33 am (UTC)She wants to tell him. Wants to tell him she loves him. She can't because she knows he won't take it well. The words burn inside her, though, even if she can't give them voice.
She starts to move against him. This is not a position of a quick shag, for hard thrusting and fast climaxes. This is a position for holding each other and letting the pleasure build until it overtakes them.
They have no time. But this is their first time, and who knows if or when they'll be another. She wants to do it right.