andβmessy, in a way that she appreciates, real. it's a trick, trying to find a rhythm between the three of them; an unusual challenge, one that reminds her distantly of that analogy for magic that she's always fallen back on, like music. they are not quite playing their instruments in time,
yet, and it makes her breathe out something like a laugh, jostling, squirming, finding herself tapping her fingertips against marcus's bicep as if beating out a melody to steer by. it is tempting to rush and necessary to slow down and find one another. she can note as they do: the pleasant ache of holding her thighs apart, the way sweat-slicked skin slides against each other, the way that she could feel in the shift of marcus's muscles julius entering him and that she didn't expect that, specifically, to make her involuntarily tighten, anticipating.
everyone is learning new things about themselves, this morning. it is better than the night's lessons before. )
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andβmessy, in a way that she appreciates, real. it's a trick, trying to find a rhythm between the three of them; an unusual challenge, one that reminds her distantly of that analogy for magic that she's always fallen back on, like music. they are not quite playing their instruments in time,
yet, and it makes her breathe out something like a laugh, jostling, squirming, finding herself tapping her fingertips against marcus's bicep as if beating out a melody to steer by. it is tempting to rush and necessary to slow down and find one another. she can note as they do: the pleasant ache of holding her thighs apart, the way sweat-slicked skin slides against each other, the way that she could feel in the shift of marcus's muscles julius entering him and that she didn't expect that, specifically, to make her involuntarily tighten, anticipating.
everyone is learning new things about themselves, this morning. it is better than the night's lessons before. )