Sometimes it's his body pressed against hers, hot and hard. Sometimes a trail of kisses down the column of her neck. Sometimes a whispered word in a foreign language.
Sometimes she welcomes him inside her. Her mind, her body, her spirit merging with his. A hand caressing flesh, teasing it to arousal. A tongue seeking entrance to mingle with her own.
Sometimes she hides and shut down. Lets him have his way with her and does nothing to stop him.
Sometimes she feels loved and cherished, like something he can't get enough of.
Sometimes she feels used and lonely even as he sinks his hands in her hair and makes love to her.
Sometimes it's fast and hard. Short, strong thrusts that rock her body against his.
Sometimes it's slow and oh so lovely. Long, gliding motions that melded them into one.
Sometimes she thinks that if they were both just a little more grown up it could possibly work.
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Sometimes it's a call late at night.
Sometimes a stolen moment in a janitors closet.
Sometimes a minute in time when everything else ceases to exist.
Sometimes it's her body covering his, her small hands exploring his skin.
Sometimes a quick pull of his earlobe between her teeth.
Sometimes a drawn out moan as she lowers herself down.
Sometimes he doesn't fight the need to take her recklessly. Her body moving sensually against his. Her hands coaxing him to get the party started.
Sometimes he pretends she really wants him. Thinks maybe she's making do with what she has.
Sometimes he almost says the L word, chokes on it and groans out her name instead.
Sometimes he wonders whom else she might be thinking of. Maybe Logan, maybe Duncan as her nails rake across his shaved head.
Sometimes it's hard and fast. Her body bouncing on top as if she can't get enough.
Sometimes it's slow and oh so deep. Her muscles quivering as she sinfully slides herself down his length.
Sometimes he thinks that if she just opens her eyes she'd see that she is the only one he wants.