Control i
by the stylus
A/N: Weekly(ish) Dual Drabble Drivel. For Control ii, see elflordsmistress.
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There had always been friction between them. His stubble rasped against her cheek, his insubordination against her authority. She imposed boundaries on him at work, pushed his the rest of the time.
The first time she cuffed him to the bed, he had protested. Momentarily. For almost exactly as long as she'd argued about his penchant for walls and doors.
He wasn't thinking about any of that, though, at the moment. Only about the heat and the rhythm; the slickness and tension; her mouth alongside his ear commanding him, "Let go, Jethro." He did, and drew her down with him.
Fin