[ Ori has always been of the mind that if she asked for something nicely enough, she would have a good chance of receiving it... And this is no different.
Any clumsiness on either of their parts seems to matter very little in the headiness of this very heated encounter between them. The fact that it's him, Trahearne, is all that matters. Each movement of their bodies against each other, each touch, each breath and each filthy noise that passes between them builds an undeniable, dizzying fever within her. Soon, words are lost to her entirely, her lips staying parted but only to offer wordless noises, panting, moaning, anything to express how good this all feels. ]
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Any clumsiness on either of their parts seems to matter very little in the headiness of this very heated encounter between them. The fact that it's him, Trahearne, is all that matters. Each movement of their bodies against each other, each touch, each breath and each filthy noise that passes between them builds an undeniable, dizzying fever within her. Soon, words are lost to her entirely, her lips staying parted but only to offer wordless noises, panting, moaning, anything to express how good this all feels. ]