Qualms
Boq had no issue with Nessa's lips, neck, fingers, or hips. He had no qualms with her fluttering eyelids or 24 quick breaths, and he had no desire to resist the urge to bend her neck back slightly displaying the bit of flesh at the side of neck. Nessarose sighed, moaned, protested, begged, and whimpered all while under the authority of his fingers and teeth, and Boq could find nothing more enticing than the feeling of her speeding pulse against his lips as he trailed his kisses up her neck and to her lips. Her finger pulled at his hair and shirt, and silver jacket he wore was lost under some table as Boq picked Nessa up and leaned her against the banister.
Her twisted legs barely brushed the wooden floor, but Boq kept her pinned in-between his hips and the stair railing. He smiled into her neck.
Boq had no issue with the way she choked out his name as his fingers slid up the length of her thigh, and Boq had no qualms with her nails as they tore down his back. With one hand on her left hip and his other hand around her shoulders, Boq broke away from her lips long enough to hear her mutter, "I've wanted this for so long." He kissed her again let go of her shoulders.
Looking down at her twisted body from the fourth floor banister, Boq licked his lips as a pool of bleed began to spread out underneath her head.
"I feel the same way, Nessa."
-TBC-