Sidoni 25: Snippet
You remember that time when was so wrapped up in each other we ain’t even noticed th’rain movin’ in, baby?
Mmm. The sound was just a rumble somewhere in his chest, his breath and lips warm on the back of her ear. You have a way of makin’ me ignore the world, kiddo. Didn't see the clouds at all.
I ain’t seen 'em either. His hand is on her belly, and hers rests atop it, smoothing along those strong fingers that have unravelled her from the very first moment they scraped against the cobblestones of Stormwind. But we sure as shit both ended up feelin’ em.
Oh, I remember. A kiss pressed to her hair, and his hand slipping down a little lower. Had one hand down your skirt, the other on your ass, and you were lettin’ out the prettiest dirty talk I ever heard.
A throaty laugh, not self-conscious but proud. I’m real good at dirty talk.
Almost as good as me, girl.
Reckon that’s what ya get when yer an old manwhore. But her hand tightens on his -- she’ll never let him go -- and together they return his palm to resting atop her womb; somewhere beneath that touch, a heart is beating. I heard th’storm break. Heard the rustlin’ of leaves when th’sky started pissin’.
And then we felt it, and you remember what I did? He nudges at her ear, buries his mouth against her throat so heavily that she has to laugh at his scruff raw upon her skin.
You fucked me in th’rain, baby.
That rough nuzzling is broken with a sweet, lingering kiss. I fucked you in the rain.
Mmm. The sound was just a rumble somewhere in his chest, his breath and lips warm on the back of her ear. You have a way of makin’ me ignore the world, kiddo. Didn't see the clouds at all.
I ain’t seen 'em either. His hand is on her belly, and hers rests atop it, smoothing along those strong fingers that have unravelled her from the very first moment they scraped against the cobblestones of Stormwind. But we sure as shit both ended up feelin’ em.
Oh, I remember. A kiss pressed to her hair, and his hand slipping down a little lower. Had one hand down your skirt, the other on your ass, and you were lettin’ out the prettiest dirty talk I ever heard.
A throaty laugh, not self-conscious but proud. I’m real good at dirty talk.
Almost as good as me, girl.
Reckon that’s what ya get when yer an old manwhore. But her hand tightens on his -- she’ll never let him go -- and together they return his palm to resting atop her womb; somewhere beneath that touch, a heart is beating. I heard th’storm break. Heard the rustlin’ of leaves when th’sky started pissin’.
And then we felt it, and you remember what I did? He nudges at her ear, buries his mouth against her throat so heavily that she has to laugh at his scruff raw upon her skin.
You fucked me in th’rain, baby.
That rough nuzzling is broken with a sweet, lingering kiss. I fucked you in the rain.