[ one hand reaches behind her to slap off the kettle before both hands settle against his chest. she's having to stand on her tiptoes now that she's flung her shoes away, but the hands on his chest are neither to brace herself or to feel him up (though that is an added bonus). instead she pushes him toward the living area, there's a couch there and she doesn't relish fucking against the counter again.
the bruises lasted for ages and she prefers her skirts short. she doesn't mind when the bruises are in the shape of cassian's strong hands, but the blotchy, splotchy stripes on the back of her thighs were hideous. ]
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the bruises lasted for ages and she prefers her skirts short. she doesn't mind when the bruises are in the shape of cassian's strong hands, but the blotchy, splotchy stripes on the back of her thighs were hideous. ]
Pick somewhere.