[ Hana knows that his avoidance of her probably should have been for the best. For all of her anger and hurt, she knows that the sooner they end this, the better it will be for the both of them in the long run. She knows that he knows this, but she also can't bring herself to care. She can't deny herself this, and she doesn't want to. Even if his avoiding her for so long was for the greater good, she never wants him to ignore her again.
Hana gives a soft cry as her panties are pulled further along her slit, her arousal more than evident as it soaks the strained fabric. The soft flesh of her pussy protests as the bite of the fabric slides harshly against her outer lips, but the last thing Hana wants is for him to stop. Her fingernails curl into the fabric of his jacket even as he pulls her to face him, causing her to whimper in protest.
His words cause her heart to leap into her throat in spite of herself, her arousal momentarily forgotten as her stomach flutters. Her eyes widen to hear him speak so frankly, and heat that has nothing to do with her desire patches at the skin of her face, dusting it pink. For some reason, she feels like she wants to cry again, and her lip quivers. God, it's so corny, but hearing him say that makes her want to crush her lips against his again, kissing him until she's lightheaded. It's just as she's about to that he pushes her off of him and onto the mattress, causing her to make a strangled noise.
Her heart pounds in her ears as he occupies the space between her parted legs, her face and chest flushing as she watches him. Her throat is dry, suddenly, and her lungs can't seem to fill with quite enough air. When he suspends himself over her, she watches him in silence, struggling to regain herself.
How inept can she be? Getting excited because he said he cared, explicitly? Hana busies herself with tearing her shirt off over her head, managing a shaky smile. ]
Y-Yeah. [ Lame. Lame lame lame lame. The only thing Hana wants to do is drown herself in him, but her mind already races with possibility, even as her hands feverishly work to undo whatever buckles or clasps that hold his clothes together. Her hands are deft in spite of the way her fingers tremble, giddiness causing her vision to swirl. There was always the dropship after a mission. Or the broom closet? Or maybe one of the abandoned Watchpoints-- ]
Okay. [ Wow, she's on a roll today. Where are her quips? Where is her smart mouth? She sounds smaller than she'd intended. Struggling to keep her cool, Hana's gaze flickers up to his. ] I'm planning to enjoy you everywhere else, too, after this. [ It's still lame, but far better than the meek virginal role she'd suddenly assumed. Leaning up on her elbows, she presses another hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck that she'd neglected earlier, her thighs parting in order to better accommodate him on the mattress. ] Like on that table in the safehouse in Dorado-- [ She pauses, her breath stuttering slightly as she slides her tongue along his skin again. ] Or the arcade in Hanamura-- [ Hana makes a mewling noise, desperate as she squirms beneath him. ]
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Hana gives a soft cry as her panties are pulled further along her slit, her arousal more than evident as it soaks the strained fabric. The soft flesh of her pussy protests as the bite of the fabric slides harshly against her outer lips, but the last thing Hana wants is for him to stop. Her fingernails curl into the fabric of his jacket even as he pulls her to face him, causing her to whimper in protest.
His words cause her heart to leap into her throat in spite of herself, her arousal momentarily forgotten as her stomach flutters. Her eyes widen to hear him speak so frankly, and heat that has nothing to do with her desire patches at the skin of her face, dusting it pink. For some reason, she feels like she wants to cry again, and her lip quivers. God, it's so corny, but hearing him say that makes her want to crush her lips against his again, kissing him until she's lightheaded. It's just as she's about to that he pushes her off of him and onto the mattress, causing her to make a strangled noise.
Her heart pounds in her ears as he occupies the space between her parted legs, her face and chest flushing as she watches him. Her throat is dry, suddenly, and her lungs can't seem to fill with quite enough air. When he suspends himself over her, she watches him in silence, struggling to regain herself.
How inept can she be? Getting excited because he said he cared, explicitly? Hana busies herself with tearing her shirt off over her head, managing a shaky smile. ]
Y-Yeah. [ Lame. Lame lame lame lame. The only thing Hana wants to do is drown herself in him, but her mind already races with possibility, even as her hands feverishly work to undo whatever buckles or clasps that hold his clothes together. Her hands are deft in spite of the way her fingers tremble, giddiness causing her vision to swirl. There was always the dropship after a mission. Or the broom closet? Or maybe one of the abandoned Watchpoints-- ]
Okay. [ Wow, she's on a roll today. Where are her quips? Where is her smart mouth? She sounds smaller than she'd intended. Struggling to keep her cool, Hana's gaze flickers up to his. ] I'm planning to enjoy you everywhere else, too, after this. [ It's still lame, but far better than the meek virginal role she'd suddenly assumed. Leaning up on her elbows, she presses another hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck that she'd neglected earlier, her thighs parting in order to better accommodate him on the mattress. ] Like on that table in the safehouse in Dorado-- [ She pauses, her breath stuttering slightly as she slides her tongue along his skin again. ] Or the arcade in Hanamura-- [ Hana makes a mewling noise, desperate as she squirms beneath him. ]