[He almost can't hold her off; not when she twists and tugs and pulls against him, meeting and matching his struggle with her own. But when he finds victory--sweet victory, heralded by her fingers interlocking with his--he savors his triumph, right along with every shiver and every moan, and the way she strives to meet him when he grinds against her. So very close to the act, and yet still not; he's well restrained thanks to his trousers, and Peggy's technically got every scrap of clothing on still that she walked into his room with--
Shoes nonwithstanding.
Yet she doesn't relent; battles and wars between them always, and Peggy means to still fight on. She teases him with her words, gets a groan from him because yes, oh yes, it has been so long indeed.] Too long, [He sounds out between breaths and bites both, giving her another teasing nip before shifting his head to her other breast. He leaves dampened fabric in his wake, tonguing hungrily at her through her bra, but only for a moment. Her fingers tighten, and his as well. She has him, and in turn, he refuses to let go.]
Which is why I mean to savor you. [So often he surrenders to her, yields when Peggy asserts her control, and adores her for it. But in the wake of battles lost, Rip finds himself wanting something different this time. A reversal of roles, as it were, and he lifts his head to meet Peggy's eyes with a darkened gaze.]
When you beg me. When you crave me so badly, you cannot stop yourself. [Then, and Rip shifts downward on bent elbows and knees, clinging to Peggy still even as he pulls their joined hands to her sides. He has yet to touch her properly, to taste her mouth-to-skin since she made her move. Perhaps it's punishment then, but it suits his purposes well all the same. He needn't pull aside her knickers, after all, to run the flat of his tongue over them. To know she would feel the promise of what he could offer her, if only that damned silk wasn't in the way.]
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Shoes nonwithstanding.
Yet she doesn't relent; battles and wars between them always, and Peggy means to still fight on. She teases him with her words, gets a groan from him because yes, oh yes, it has been so long indeed.] Too long, [He sounds out between breaths and bites both, giving her another teasing nip before shifting his head to her other breast. He leaves dampened fabric in his wake, tonguing hungrily at her through her bra, but only for a moment. Her fingers tighten, and his as well. She has him, and in turn, he refuses to let go.]
Which is why I mean to savor you. [So often he surrenders to her, yields when Peggy asserts her control, and adores her for it. But in the wake of battles lost, Rip finds himself wanting something different this time. A reversal of roles, as it were, and he lifts his head to meet Peggy's eyes with a darkened gaze.]
When you beg me. When you crave me so badly, you cannot stop yourself. [Then, and Rip shifts downward on bent elbows and knees, clinging to Peggy still even as he pulls their joined hands to her sides. He has yet to touch her properly, to taste her mouth-to-skin since she made her move. Perhaps it's punishment then, but it suits his purposes well all the same. He needn't pull aside her knickers, after all, to run the flat of his tongue over them. To know she would feel the promise of what he could offer her, if only that damned silk wasn't in the way.]