From here. She was trying not to think. Trying to let it come as it would, to let her life be what it used to be. Child of the road. Shift with the changes
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Bill had no idea what she'd just said beyond the word please, but the urgency in her tone spurred him on, and he let out a low groan and a breathed "Fuck yes" as he worked one-handed to divest Nightshade of her clothing.
She twisted herself out of the rest of her clothes, the scars on her stomach clear but healed, her fingers already going to his pants. There was a lot of wiggling on her part, the gasped word at this point being Wall, if he didn't want to put her down.
"My thoughts exactly," Bill managed, and walked them over to the wall, propping Nightshade against it so he could work his jeans and pants all the way down. He toed out of his boots, maneouvering somewhat awkwardly between kisses, and kicked the remainder of his clothes aside before kissing her again in earnest.
Her legs were strong, corded with muscle as she tightened them around his hips and shifted her own, angling them precisely to get what she wanted.
One hand gripped the roughness of the wall above her, and the other.. the other bit into Bill's back as she kissed him, a whimpering groan slipping from her throat.
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One hand gripped the roughness of the wall above her, and the other.. the other bit into Bill's back as she kissed him, a whimpering groan slipping from her throat.
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