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[virgocat]

"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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[child_of_bhaal]

Well, he's been told correctly, because it feels incredible when he drags his tongue over it.

"Oh..." Then he begins that thrusting with his tongue and she can't stay upright. She fans back onto the bed heavily, back arching and hips rocking. She's always been a quick study, and her body has already memorized the motions for her.

"...oh fuck..."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

It makes him pause, her cursing. It sends a shock of arousal through him, and he continues his thrusting, stopping to lick over her clit now and then before returning to the thrusting.

[child_of_bhaal]

It's not like she never swears. She swears. Sometimes. Probably never where he's been able to hear it. She tends to be polite by default, but there is absolutely nothing polite about what he's doing to her.

She can't keep still, and not just her hips. Her hands grab for anything, the sheets, her hair, his hair, unable to stay in one spot very long. Her feet slide forward and back along the mattress, arching to her toes to post her thighs more, or rock her hips against his mouth. She must make for a downright indecent picture, and her moans and whimpers of need only make it worse, surely.

It's not enough though. It feels incredible. It looks like a wanton sin, but there's not enough stimulation to drive her up. Those casual, occasional licks are just enough keep her needy and wanting. So subnet, rather than later, she caves without a fight and starts begging.

"Arthur, please. Please I need- I need...unh more..."