Hank had never thought much about being with a girl, but if she had she was pretty sure she'd never have imagined enjoying one who was loud. There was something about listening to Claire that made her breath come faster and her heart beat just a little bit faster. It felt like some strange form of voyeurism where she was both participant and watcher, doing the things to make her cry out and whimper yet surprised every time her touch brought a reaction.
Then there was the way Claire held on...fingers in her hair, just tight enough to hurt a little, adding a fine edge of pain to the pleasure of being close, touching, tasting. It made her body clench and still for just a moment before she very deliberately moved to lay her hands on Claire's shoulders and lean back, urging her to sit up before reaching for the hem of her shirt to start gently tugging it and off over her head.
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Date: 2009-08-29 12:19 am (UTC)Then there was the way Claire held on...fingers in her hair, just tight enough to hurt a little, adding a fine edge of pain to the pleasure of being close, touching, tasting. It made her body clench and still for just a moment before she very deliberately moved to lay her hands on Claire's shoulders and lean back, urging her to sit up before reaching for the hem of her shirt to start gently tugging it and off over her head.