[Is that a faint sensation of disappointment when the footsteps leave instead of coming closer? Hei gets the door open and she decides not to think about it. She bites her lip, fighting back little whimpers as his mouth carves a path up her neck. Her body feels empty and aching where his thigh used to be; her hips rock against his in a silent plea.]
What? [She leans forward to nip at his smirk. She likes the promises it hints at.]
action;
What? [She leans forward to nip at his smirk. She likes the promises it hints at.]