#go to bed
Worry that I might have upset someone by teasing them
Text a quick apology/reassurance afterwards that I don’t mean it
Worry that I’m being annoying by doing so
“Kiss the corners of her mouth, kiss her until she lays down in bed, kiss her lips softly, and then kiss the fore of her head.. kiss her cheek next with a little grin, then kiss her neck and pull the covers to her chin. Turn out the lights and that’s that, until tomorrow night then we are coming right back..”
Softness is always appreciated during bedtime - eUë
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go to bed
“You wouldn’t.” They were words she couldn’t regret, because if she’d had enough sense to regret them, they never would have fallen from her lips, a dozen miniature gloves laying down a dozen miniature gauntlets in front of him. She even had the audacity to smirk.
His hand found her neck like the bull finds the matador, and she went red all over. Her clothes were a forgotten heap in the other room, so much armour that she’d surrendered before making a dangerous lunge. His fingers squeezed. She gasped.
“No?” He was mocking her, and she hated him for it. Hated him so much it made her squirm. Hated him in pulses each one between her legs. She turned her head away, grinned at the wall. He wouldn’t break her. He didn’t have to tools.
More pressure against her windpipe. She squirmed again, only this time not out of arousal. Bit her lip.
“I asked you a question, you little slut.” More pressure. She could feel her lungs start to burn. One hand came up, grabbing at his fingers. “I asked you to repeat your slander, dare me just one more time, and see what happens.” The nonchalance in his voice was disconcerting. She’d have given it more thought if she wasn’t quite so concerned about her airflow.
Suddenly he let go, just enough to let her breathe. She sucked in big mouthfuls of air, devouring them with an eye on indigestion. The hand at his fingers grew less frantic. She took those moments, grew more composed, then turned her eyes slowly, languishing in that second, before staring him in the eyes.
He stared back. The moment stretched.
“You wouldn’t dare."
He strangled her grin as it curled her lips, and her head rolled back, eyes shuddering closed, losing herself to his fury. The other hand slapping its way down her body, sharp stings against her chest, nipples, stomach, thighs, and finally, right on those swollen lips, making her gasp the last of her breath.
The hand didn’t leave her there, though, fingers rubbing, pushing, then pressing inwards and up, filling her as he continued to squeeze, the haze of the gasping thrusting the pleasure towards the ceiling, drowning her in it.
He relaxed again, and she spluttered to the surface, heaving down air before looking up at him through tears. He was smiling.
She was, too. Just a little.
