RPF drabble: she left the strings in cannes
she left the strings in cannes
eva green/daniel craig- r
200 words
rpf in cannes; what?, i promised zauberer_sirin a while back and more than aware that i'm having a spam day today, lol.
They’re never in the same hotel and Eva never coos have dinner with me tonight because that’s too easy. And Eva thrives on challenge.
For the photo call, his arm slides around her waist; her mouth brushes against his ear at some point, as if they were sharing silences, her lips curled against his skin only to make his cock hard. She’s bloody good at that too, he reasons, the way her fucking mouth parts when she laughs reminds him of spare moments this time.
“Where’s Nicole?” She breathes gently.
He snorts, his fingers tapping against her hip as he leans forward and tips his mouth against her ear as well. “You know where,” he drawls.
She smirks and he remembers the morning; breakfast over her stomach, a bit of cream against her skin as he slide his mouth between her legs. Eva loves his tongue in her cunt, laughs and moans, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Eva smiles. “Silly boy.”
They break and she taps his nose, stepping around him to go inside. He’ll catch up to her, at some point, with or without the girlfriend and she’ll smile the challenge.
You started this, she always teases him.