By the time Vasquez is done, she feels the pleasant burn of it through her muscles, stretching out languidly as she drapes herself over him, though not actually moving from out of him.
Not until he makes her, at least.
"So," she murmurs, brushing her fingers over his neck and hair. "Does this change any plans of ours?"
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Date: 2019-03-20 05:38 pm (UTC)Not until he makes her, at least.
"So," she murmurs, brushing her fingers over his neck and hair. "Does this change any plans of ours?"