[ Hana snorts against his mouth in response, querulous as ever. In truth, she doesn't feel particularly settled when it comes to her "issues" with regards to him, and she wonders if she ever truly will. Theirs is not a k-drama romance or a fairytale love story; if anything, their connection had more in common with those sordid western soap operas that played in doctors' offices in the early afternoon. There's nothing glamorous or classical about the way her stomach hollows out and the way her pussy slickens at the mere sight of 76, and were Hana a more sentimental person, she'd probably lament the fact that their relationship is as twisted as it is.
Her affection for him is constantly overridden by her want of him, and even that is muted by the smartass comments that constantly tumble from her lips every time he opens his. ]
I don't see you arguing. [ She retorts, giving a soft bark of laughter at what he says next. ] Since when have I ever dialed anything down? [ Hana bites back a groan as his hands find her rear, and she doesn't have time to fully parse the feeling of his mouth against his before she's kissing him back, hungrily, all heat and teeth and salt.
She practically shudders in his grasp as he gives in to him, a deep well of gratification forming somewhere south of her ribcage. Her teeth lightly rake against his bottom lip as his hands do their work on her ass, the soft flesh pillowing out around the indentations of his fingers. She moans deeply against his lips, the sound reverberating where their mouths are joined even as her tongue teases against his teeth, half-seeking entry. Hana crooks one of the arms that she has draped across his shoulders in order to tangle her fingers in the short hairs at the back of Jack's head, slanting her mouth in order to deepen the kiss further.
Even she had to admit: this is pretty thirsty behavior. ]
no subject
Her affection for him is constantly overridden by her want of him, and even that is muted by the smartass comments that constantly tumble from her lips every time he opens his. ]
I don't see you arguing. [ She retorts, giving a soft bark of laughter at what he says next. ] Since when have I ever dialed anything down? [ Hana bites back a groan as his hands find her rear, and she doesn't have time to fully parse the feeling of his mouth against his before she's kissing him back, hungrily, all heat and teeth and salt.
She practically shudders in his grasp as he gives in to him, a deep well of gratification forming somewhere south of her ribcage. Her teeth lightly rake against his bottom lip as his hands do their work on her ass, the soft flesh pillowing out around the indentations of his fingers. She moans deeply against his lips, the sound reverberating where their mouths are joined even as her tongue teases against his teeth, half-seeking entry. Hana crooks one of the arms that she has draped across his shoulders in order to tangle her fingers in the short hairs at the back of Jack's head, slanting her mouth in order to deepen the kiss further.
Even she had to admit: this is pretty thirsty behavior. ]