Yeah yea- [She covers her mouth, trying to choke back a scream. She digs her heels into his back and bites her fingers. His mouth is hot and wet and if she weren't already lying down, she'd fall over, dizzy with desire. At least he's not playing his usual game. Even though she enjoys the competition and the struggle for control, tonight is not a night for games. They're rebuilding bridges, brick by brick -- with words, with touch. Their usual games would only get in the way.]
Sunday! \^^/