[ She'd read somewhere (in really bad, cheesy romance novels that she will never, ever admit to ever touching) that the sound of ripping fabric was a turn-on, but Kate's not quite prepared for the satisfaction that sort of just... thrills through her when Tommy rends her underwear to uselessness.
The sound that escapes her is half-laugh, half-breathless whoosh of sound at falling back against the mattress and her legs initially try to wrap around Tommy before she finds his hands pushing them apart.
When the speedster trails kisses over her skin, her right hand comes up, fingers threading through his hair. Her intake of breath is in short bursts, and her mouth feels dry when she catches that look he gives her right before her head presses back against the sheets, eyes fluttering to a close when his finger slips over her and
and
that may be a deep whine in her throat as she feels Tommy's tongue slide over her. ]
You jerk. [ The words are muffled behind the hands she's using to cover her face because god damn. ]
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The sound that escapes her is half-laugh, half-breathless whoosh of sound at falling back against the mattress and her legs initially try to wrap around Tommy before she finds his hands pushing them apart.
When the speedster trails kisses over her skin, her right hand comes up, fingers threading through his hair. Her intake of breath is in short bursts, and her mouth feels dry when she catches that look he gives her right before her head presses back against the sheets, eyes fluttering to a close when his finger slips over her and
and
that may be a deep whine in her throat as she feels Tommy's tongue slide over her. ]
You jerk. [ The words are muffled behind the hands she's using to cover her face because god damn. ]