[There's about a million things that either of them could've done differently, but they're all shoved wholly aside when she pins him down by the wrists and leans in close. Kamui only tries feebly to wrest himself out of Andy's grip, because, well... Once again, his body's betraying him, isn't it?
Kamui shudders, hips bucking up into her again. Letting go, for once, feels good Even more that he's handing himself over to Andy in the process-- someone who would, and has, put herself in harm's way for his sake with no hesitation.]
Oh, fuck. [he sighs, his previous thought forgotten.]
[What else is he supposed to say? Of course he likes her. Of course she's his type-- dark-haired and rude and totally unrepentant-- no matter that he'd put all that out of his mind until now. Kamui opens his mouth, but only manages a half-stifled groan as the rhythm of his thrusts grows more desperate.]
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[There's about a million things that either of them could've done differently, but they're all shoved wholly aside when she pins him down by the wrists and leans in close. Kamui only tries feebly to wrest himself out of Andy's grip, because, well... Once again, his body's betraying him, isn't it?
Kamui shudders, hips bucking up into her again. Letting go, for once, feels good Even more that he's handing himself over to Andy in the process-- someone who would, and has, put herself in harm's way for his sake with no hesitation.]
Oh, fuck. [he sighs, his previous thought forgotten.]
[What else is he supposed to say? Of course he likes her. Of course she's his type-- dark-haired and rude and totally unrepentant-- no matter that he'd put all that out of his mind until now. Kamui opens his mouth, but only manages a half-stifled groan as the rhythm of his thrusts grows more desperate.]
Fuck, Andy...