His wicked plan is met with some success, as her arm slips around his neck when he tilts her, drawing their chests even closer together. She moans.
He has her thinking about it. Just for a moment, when his mouth moves to her neck and she can feel the prickle of sweat forming on her skin. He exhales and she shudders, picturing his arms braced, their bodies haphazardly intertwined, quick and hot and lustful and — and she feels something sharp.
He shifts, and the edge of that shiny new badge cuts into her skin.
She gives a little nudge, and slides one of her hands to his backside and smacks him.
"All right, all right. Spend a lil' less time tyin' me in knots, and work on your rope."
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He has her thinking about it. Just for a moment, when his mouth moves to her neck and she can feel the prickle of sweat forming on her skin. He exhales and she shudders, picturing his arms braced, their bodies haphazardly intertwined, quick and hot and lustful and — and she feels something sharp.
He shifts, and the edge of that shiny new badge cuts into her skin.
She gives a little nudge, and slides one of her hands to his backside and smacks him.
"All right, all right. Spend a lil' less time tyin' me in knots, and work on your rope."