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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

[ Long as they knew each other for everything that was said there'd been five to ten things unsaid that they knew from the tilt of a head, the set of their shoulders, the twist of their breath. Down against the pillows he couldn't see much or hear much, bracketed by her thighs, but he could feel the clench and flex of her muscles well enough to know he had this right. And even if he wasn't sure the way she let herself rest on him properly, give him more pressure an room to work- that was more than enough for him to smirk and push harder.

To pull her down and really lick in deep- at this angle it wasn't uncomfortable or a strain on him.

He could lie back and suck on her clit or lick her pussy as long as she wanted- he was having a fine time spelling out her name with steady, pointed flicks of his tongue. ]

[pastdoesntdefine]

[ She's given over control here, and she's enjoying it. She'd hoped she would, and god, why didn't they do this sooner? (She knows why, all fingers point back to herself, but they're here now, and oh God--)

She can feel that smirk, the way his lips move against her, and as he applies a flick there, pressure here, and there, a moan escapes her. It's a deep shuddered sound, unlike her, accompanied by an involuntary spasm of muscle and jerk of her hips. And if York had any doubts at all after that, the unsubtle slam of her free hand against the headboard likely helps dispel them.

Her breath soon switches over into huffs and puffs as she tries to keep her breathing even, and it's becoming difficult to keep her kmind focused, to remember the plan here. ]

God, just... [head tips back, lower lip caught between her teeth] Tay.. Tayl-ahhhh..!