[ "Tsundere" is a trope that Hana wears well, and 76 seems to bring out the best/worst in her on that front. She feels a smug sense of satisfaction as she does understand the cut of his jib, and while part of her wishes she could hear him spelling out the way he feels about her out loud, she's more than satisfied with leaving such things unsaid. She makes a face at what he says next, leaning back to fix him with a glare. ]
I'm not giving you the satisfaction. [ She snaps, punctuating her words with a grind of her hips. She's happy to have him here beneath her, regardless of what her expression communicates. 76 is hard and sturdy beneath her, unyielding as he's always been. Hana takes comfort and pleasure in the feeling of him against her body, and her desire only spikes as the thin fabric of her panties does little to nothing to buffer the way he feels against her. ] Who's thirsty? I'm not the one making demands here.
[ Except she totally was. Her chair creaks beneath their combined weight but holds steady, her legs easily slipping through the openings beneath the arm rests. The fabric of his pants is rough against her bare flesh, but she revels in it; his fingers, similarly, feel calloused and warm against her back. ]
Sounds kind of like you're desperate. [ She breathes, leaning in close and nudging the tip of his nose with hers. Her eyes still sting from crying, but she acts for all the world like she hasn't shed a tear in years. ] You bark orders and talk such a big game, but really, you're dying for me to kiss you. That's the big deal, Jack. [ She accents her words with soft ghosts of her lips against the corners of his mouth and his cheeks, silently egging him on. ]
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I'm not giving you the satisfaction. [ She snaps, punctuating her words with a grind of her hips. She's happy to have him here beneath her, regardless of what her expression communicates. 76 is hard and sturdy beneath her, unyielding as he's always been. Hana takes comfort and pleasure in the feeling of him against her body, and her desire only spikes as the thin fabric of her panties does little to nothing to buffer the way he feels against her. ] Who's thirsty? I'm not the one making demands here.
[ Except she totally was. Her chair creaks beneath their combined weight but holds steady, her legs easily slipping through the openings beneath the arm rests. The fabric of his pants is rough against her bare flesh, but she revels in it; his fingers, similarly, feel calloused and warm against her back. ]
Sounds kind of like you're desperate. [ She breathes, leaning in close and nudging the tip of his nose with hers. Her eyes still sting from crying, but she acts for all the world like she hasn't shed a tear in years. ] You bark orders and talk such a big game, but really, you're dying for me to kiss you. That's the big deal, Jack. [ She accents her words with soft ghosts of her lips against the corners of his mouth and his cheeks, silently egging him on. ]