Rainy weather, best spent together - River/John NSFW
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She arched her back, and wrapped her legs around his hips. He tasted like heat and smoke and was more intoxicating than the alcohol. She panted struggling for breath meeting the violence of his kiss with her own.
This was where John always felt better. His hands were hard at work, getting her as naked as possible before dealing with his own clothing. She was delightfully warm and soft, as usual, and his palms enjoyed the smooth skin of her thighs as he kicked his jeans off, still kissing her as though he intended to drink her down. It wasn't quite desperation, although if his expression had darkened at all, it might have been just that. Of course, River, by now, was no stranger to just how carefully John walked the line between eager and desperate.
She arched her back, and wrapped her legs around his hips. He tasted like heat and smoke and was more intoxicating than the alcohol. She panted struggling for breath meeting the violence of his kiss with her own.
This was where John always felt better. His hands were hard at work, getting her as naked as possible before dealing with his own clothing. She was delightfully warm and soft, as usual, and his palms enjoyed the smooth skin of her thighs as he kicked his jeans off, still kissing her as though he intended to drink her down. It wasn't quite desperation, although if his expression had darkened at all, it might have been just that. Of course, River, by now, was no stranger to just how carefully John walked the line between eager and desperate.