[She's surprised as he continues on, her curse as astonished as it is pleased. Early on he wondered if perhaps Peggy had never experienced this particular brand of interplay, but now he thinks she's never had it rise to such a satisfying end. Oh, how sweet a thought, one that almost feels more like a wish as it floats through Rip's mind. But he doesn't break away to ask. No, not when he considers how close she must be, how she swears out to the heavens and rolls her hips against him, when he hears the pitch of her voice and those moments when she forgets to breathe.
Her grip tightens, painfully so, when her body thrums at just the right chord. The knowledge makes him shiver, though only for a brief time. It must be so, because while he does indeed mean to see her through to her very end, Peggy has another thought in mind. Her balance must be slipping, because before Rip can understand just why she waves her foot so desperately about, striking him hard in the back once, she pulls away from him in full, braces herself while she still shakes and gasps.
For his part, Rip withdraws, moves to hold her by the hips once it does dawn on him that she's trying not to crumble.]
Easy. [He whispers quietly, his eyes once more focused up at her. She's not the only one left breathless, though it's only a touch in Rip's case. The exhilaration of what he's granted her has a grin forming across his expression, and he waits until she comes back down to herself, even if only from a half-peak. Meanwhile, Rip licks his lips, still tastes her potent upon them, and after a beat? Offers up a wry bit of commentary.]
I suppose that next time I should take your advice to find a less vertical position first.
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Her grip tightens, painfully so, when her body thrums at just the right chord. The knowledge makes him shiver, though only for a brief time. It must be so, because while he does indeed mean to see her through to her very end, Peggy has another thought in mind. Her balance must be slipping, because before Rip can understand just why she waves her foot so desperately about, striking him hard in the back once, she pulls away from him in full, braces herself while she still shakes and gasps.
For his part, Rip withdraws, moves to hold her by the hips once it does dawn on him that she's trying not to crumble.]
Easy. [He whispers quietly, his eyes once more focused up at her. She's not the only one left breathless, though it's only a touch in Rip's case. The exhilaration of what he's granted her has a grin forming across his expression, and he waits until she comes back down to herself, even if only from a half-peak. Meanwhile, Rip licks his lips, still tastes her potent upon them, and after a beat? Offers up a wry bit of commentary.]
I suppose that next time I should take your advice to find a less vertical position first.