[ Wrecked is a good look for him, she must say. But when his blood hits her tongue she groans and her hips speed eagerly -- there won't ever be a turn-on as big as tasting how much he wants her, and in this case she gets an echo of those same feelings. She laps at his wrist before placing his hand on her waist, squeezing so his hold is as she likes it. ]
[ She makes a sound like she might have been trying to gasp out a word, and her hips press him down hard each time she moves. She leans forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her panting mouth close to his. ]
[He catches her mouth in a messy kiss, no concentration left for grace or precision or anything but pure need. Doctor squeezes her tightly, meeting each motion with his own.
He can't call her name like this, but it's there in the flush on his skin, the tang of his blood and desire. Aliza, Aliza, Aliza.]
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Aliza...
[He squeezes her fingers and rocks up into her, unable to help himself.]
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[ She makes a sound like she might have been trying to gasp out a word, and her hips press him down hard each time she moves. She leans forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her panting mouth close to his. ]
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He can't call her name like this, but it's there in the flush on his skin, the tang of his blood and desire. Aliza, Aliza, Aliza.]