I don't want any of your shitty apologies, anyway. [ She hisses, affecting the same bratty attitude that's thus far taken her very far in life. It's true that Hana has no earthly idea what she'd gotten herself into when she'd initiated this arrangement of theirs, and it's also true that she doesn't care. It had felt good in the moment, and she'd used it as fuel to feel good almost every night since it had happened. She knows her feelings on the matter are complicated and irrational at best and downright terrifying and selfish at worst, but she knows that she doesn't want to stop.
Though Hana's mind is focused on their current discussion, her body betrays her as it continues to prime itself for what it feels is inevitable: she's completely in tune with his movements, her skin patching hotly with want now that she's done actively being angry at him. Its reaction to Jack's presence is chemical, primal; even when he huffs in response to her demands, her eyes watch him hungrily, eager for some sort of agreement so she can jump him without hesitation.
At this point, she feels primed like a hair trigger, ready to burst. Even if he tells her that all he wants is to fuck her with no strings attached, it likely won't stop her from hopping on his cock again. So imagine her delight when he doesn't outright reject her request, her eyes practically gleaming even as he does the paternal thing and starts to clean up her appearance. Part of Hana vaguely wonders why he insists on fixing up what he's going to wreck in short order anyway, but she doesn't complain. She only leans into his touch, her heart leaping into her throat as she watches his tongue dart out to smooth against the pad of his thumb. ]
If it makes you feel better, think of it as a health thing. Less partners means less chances of diseases, right? [ She manages a lopsided smirk in return to the challenging look in his eye. ] But yes. It's kind of territorial, I guess.
[ She punctuates her words by getting onto her knees, rooting her hands on the arm rests of the chair he's currently sitting in. She doesn't clamber onto his lap, not immediately; instead, she breathes softly against his lips, brushing her mouth against them while willing her heart to stop racing. This is what she's wanted for weeks, and it's sitting right in front of her; while she isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, hesitation grips her at the last second.
She watches his face silently before she takes a deep breath, sliding off of the edge of the mattress and bracketing his thighs with her own. Bringing her arms up around his neck for support, she settles down into his lap, warm and soft, not tearing her gaze from his. A small part of her wonders if she's going to regret it. The larger part tells her she likely doesn't care if she does. ]
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Though Hana's mind is focused on their current discussion, her body betrays her as it continues to prime itself for what it feels is inevitable: she's completely in tune with his movements, her skin patching hotly with want now that she's done actively being angry at him. Its reaction to Jack's presence is chemical, primal; even when he huffs in response to her demands, her eyes watch him hungrily, eager for some sort of agreement so she can jump him without hesitation.
At this point, she feels primed like a hair trigger, ready to burst. Even if he tells her that all he wants is to fuck her with no strings attached, it likely won't stop her from hopping on his cock again. So imagine her delight when he doesn't outright reject her request, her eyes practically gleaming even as he does the paternal thing and starts to clean up her appearance. Part of Hana vaguely wonders why he insists on fixing up what he's going to wreck in short order anyway, but she doesn't complain. She only leans into his touch, her heart leaping into her throat as she watches his tongue dart out to smooth against the pad of his thumb. ]
If it makes you feel better, think of it as a health thing. Less partners means less chances of diseases, right? [ She manages a lopsided smirk in return to the challenging look in his eye. ] But yes. It's kind of territorial, I guess.
[ She punctuates her words by getting onto her knees, rooting her hands on the arm rests of the chair he's currently sitting in. She doesn't clamber onto his lap, not immediately; instead, she breathes softly against his lips, brushing her mouth against them while willing her heart to stop racing. This is what she's wanted for weeks, and it's sitting right in front of her; while she isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, hesitation grips her at the last second.
She watches his face silently before she takes a deep breath, sliding off of the edge of the mattress and bracketing his thighs with her own. Bringing her arms up around his neck for support, she settles down into his lap, warm and soft, not tearing her gaze from his. A small part of her wonders if she's going to regret it. The larger part tells her she likely doesn't care if she does. ]