From the kitchen she heard a clatter, noticed perhaps belatedly that the record had gone back to play a tune it already did minutes before, and grinned slightly as she thought of the incident with the chair. Good, at least she wasn’t alone in the inappropriate thoughts department. Why did she have to remember she said that? Confusion threatened to mar Valerie’s features but it never really stood a chance when Brian got to his feet and removed his shirt.
The flash he’d given her at Tracks paled in comparison. Valerie’s eyes roamed from his neck, across his strong shoulders, down his torso, then back up his arms before common sense could stop her. Blood in her veins threatened to boil, the urge to touch his skin too much to resist as the fingertips of her right hand traced the words inches away from her face. She exhaled warmly, tempted to stand up so she could wrap her arms around him and bury her face against his warmth, inhale the scent of his skin.
Valerie blinked and missed her chance, his large hands made easy work of her legs and he positioned her with swift ease, a startled little whimper broke free and she suddenly felt grateful that she wasn’t standing. Brian had the ability to turn her bones to jelly. The fact that he was above her, hovering just inches away from any kind of contact, was maddening. She could hear his heart thumping in his chest, or… Was that hers?
The blonde couldn’t take it, lungs struggled to take in air, and just as she got the courage to lean up for a kiss he moved. Lips pressed together to try and quell the sound of frustration that tried to claw it’s way up her throat. How could doing so little work her up so much?
She felt the warmth of his breath first, a split second before his lips found her skin. Soft, tender, tickling. Valerie tried not to laugh but ended up squirming with a bit of a snort before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Just in time really, because a muffled moan was exhaled against her palm, muted to his ears as she felt his tongue swirl against her navel. Toes curled within her boots and her free hand gripped the side of his sweatpants near his knee. She bit the fleshy pad below her thumb before moving her hand to take in a stuttered breath, allowed it to find his shoulder, smooth against it twice, then very lightly scraped her short nails from his neck to elbow. They’d barely even touched yet the intensity felt like it thickened the air surrounding them.
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The flash he’d given her at Tracks paled in comparison. Valerie’s eyes roamed from his neck, across his strong shoulders, down his torso, then back up his arms before common sense could stop her. Blood in her veins threatened to boil, the urge to touch his skin too much to resist as the fingertips of her right hand traced the words inches away from her face. She exhaled warmly, tempted to stand up so she could wrap her arms around him and bury her face against his warmth, inhale the scent of his skin.
Valerie blinked and missed her chance, his large hands made easy work of her legs and he positioned her with swift ease, a startled little whimper broke free and she suddenly felt grateful that she wasn’t standing. Brian had the ability to turn her bones to jelly. The fact that he was above her, hovering just inches away from any kind of contact, was maddening. She could hear his heart thumping in his chest, or… Was that hers?
The blonde couldn’t take it, lungs struggled to take in air, and just as she got the courage to lean up for a kiss he moved. Lips pressed together to try and quell the sound of frustration that tried to claw it’s way up her throat. How could doing so little work her up so much?
She felt the warmth of his breath first, a split second before his lips found her skin. Soft, tender, tickling. Valerie tried not to laugh but ended up squirming with a bit of a snort before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Just in time really, because a muffled moan was exhaled against her palm, muted to his ears as she felt his tongue swirl against her navel. Toes curled within her boots and her free hand gripped the side of his sweatpants near his knee. She bit the fleshy pad below her thumb before moving her hand to take in a stuttered breath, allowed it to find his shoulder, smooth against it twice, then very lightly scraped her short nails from his neck to elbow. They’d barely even touched yet the intensity felt like it thickened the air surrounding them.