Her skin had the look of alabaster, but there was nothing stone-like about the way it felt under his hands. It was warm, and incredibly soft. Genya had put considerable effort into making it so.
She moved with his careful, urging touch, her back arching as her hips tilted forward, pressing more firmly against his as a quiet little gasp broke the trembling silence that felt like it was making the air thicker by the second.
"What exactly am I supposed to be letting you do?"
It's a bit of self-defence, really, teasing him about his unfinished sentence. She is feeling raw, and exposed, and she doesn't have any good experiences of this kind of situation. All she's known is fear, hatred and humiliation.
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Date: 2023-05-13 06:14 pm (UTC)She moved with his careful, urging touch, her back arching as her hips tilted forward, pressing more firmly against his as a quiet little gasp broke the trembling silence that felt like it was making the air thicker by the second.
"What exactly am I supposed to be letting you do?"
It's a bit of self-defence, really, teasing him about his unfinished sentence. She is feeling raw, and exposed, and she doesn't have any good experiences of this kind of situation. All she's known is fear, hatred and humiliation.