[ Arcing up against her, lazy and boneless, Hei splays the flat of one hand against the small of her back. Slips the other hand between their bodies, into the unbuttoned gape of her jeans, cupping her with a palm while his fingertip catches her clit between the curls, stroking with a light, slick friction. He wants to roll her beneath him, to kiss her mouth and breasts, wants to spread her thighs wide and taste her, but there's such a deliciously heavy tangle of limbs, and he sighs, too hot and tired to struggle against them. Eventually, he hooks his thumbs into her beltloops, skinning the jeans down her thighs. ]
Sit up. [ Murmured against her throat, her sternum, just before he rights her. Taking her hips until she's crawled up the length of his body, he sets her kneeling over his head, taking her fingers and curling them around the ornate brass of the arm-rest. Not a position he usually goes for; face-sitting is impractical and a little messy, especially if you dislike being smothered. But laziness trumps any and all effort. ]
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Sit up. [ Murmured against her throat, her sternum, just before he rights her. Taking her hips until she's crawled up the length of his body, he sets her kneeling over his head, taking her fingers and curling them around the ornate brass of the arm-rest. Not a position he usually goes for; face-sitting is impractical and a little messy, especially if you dislike being smothered. But laziness trumps any and all effort. ]