Moira can't keep herself from looking at James as she moves against him, unable to contain the snap of her hips or the way she almost loses control just by meeting his gaze, blurred by both desire and something deeper she really doesn't want to consider just now. The fact that they're both not fully undressed only adds to the urgency, the sheer, brisk pace of it all as they come together and part in movements as sharp as a rough tide.
He pulls her to him in a kiss, an intense, desperate meeting of lips that feels as wonderful as the way the rest of their bodies connect, sparks flying between them like lightning.
Her head falls into a bow as she feels him come undone beneath, spurring on her own release as she leans in to gasp in time with it against his ear. Shit, but she can't remember the last time doing that felt so goddamn good. It's as though they've spiraled together into outer space, disconnected with the ground and reality both.
"Fuck," she mutters, moving off of him as she tries to wrap her head around the fact that they just fucked. A Coombs and a Thornton, like something out of a fucked up fairy tale.
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Date: 2014-06-16 02:57 am (UTC)He pulls her to him in a kiss, an intense, desperate meeting of lips that feels as wonderful as the way the rest of their bodies connect, sparks flying between them like lightning.
Her head falls into a bow as she feels him come undone beneath, spurring on her own release as she leans in to gasp in time with it against his ear. Shit, but she can't remember the last time doing that felt so goddamn good. It's as though they've spiraled together into outer space, disconnected with the ground and reality both.
"Fuck," she mutters, moving off of him as she tries to wrap her head around the fact that they just fucked. A Coombs and a Thornton, like something out of a fucked up fairy tale.