( the lazy rise of her eyebrow holds no small amount of sly amusement, even when tipped up toward the ceiling as she tilts her head back to bare more of her throat to marcus's mouth, her feet resting in the dips of the bed where the combined weight of him and julius presses down.
the air between them is humid and warmer than the rest of this roomβwinter-crisp, except where how very close they are beads sweat between her breasts and a pink flush high in her cheeks.
three bodies only seems practical, suddenly, faced with the weather they have been lately. it is an extremely ridiculous thing to think, but she doesn't laugh at herself; smiles, lopsided, drawing her free hand down along marcus's side and to his hip where she curves her knee around it, casually affectionate. yes, this isβsensible, actually.
when she slides her hand up, into his hair, to see what happens if she twists her fingers in it and pulls,
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the air between them is humid and warmer than the rest of this roomβwinter-crisp, except where how very close they are beads sweat between her breasts and a pink flush high in her cheeks.
three bodies only seems practical, suddenly, faced with the weather they have been lately. it is an extremely ridiculous thing to think, but she doesn't laugh at herself; smiles, lopsided, drawing her free hand down along marcus's side and to his hip where she curves her knee around it, casually affectionate. yes, this isβsensible, actually.
when she slides her hand up, into his hair, to see what happens if she twists her fingers in it and pulls,
that is purely to see what happens next. )