[ she wants — she wants so much, a frenzy of imagery in her head as her body twists, the fabric of her dress rucking up in the friction; the bar of the ferris wheel holds her back, and caroline wriggles against it, first softly and then a sharper shove with her knee. hard enough that the bar creaks from the impact and then shoves backwards — the ferris wheel doesn't jerk to a stop, but the movement of the metal does give her a little more freedom to press forward, to pull herself over that much closer.
the temptation is there, suddenly, to climb into his lap, but she doesn't. not yet. maybe if he pulls her in, she will. for now, she's all too happy to focus her attentions on encouraging sounds, on taking in the scent of him, the way he tastes in contrasts to her own blood in her mouth.
she wants to know what his tastes like. needs to know. it only gets harder to resist. ]
v belated cw for sexual content my apologies
the temptation is there, suddenly, to climb into his lap, but she doesn't. not yet. maybe if he pulls her in, she will. for now, she's all too happy to focus her attentions on encouraging sounds, on taking in the scent of him, the way he tastes in contrasts to her own blood in her mouth.
she wants to know what his tastes like. needs to know. it only gets harder to resist. ]