Old Friends - NWS River and John

[whatdoesithurt]

He would have been insulted by that, but as it was, he was just enjoying the salty taste of her skin. He pushed his bra up out of her way and sealed his lips over her nipple, flicking it appreciatively with his tongue. There was nothing about River that he disliked, really, her body, her mind and the relentless attempts to break down his ego. Every

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[everybodylives]

She whimpered and arched into the touch of his mouth on her breast, fingers tunneling in his hair to press him closer.

[whatdoesithurt]

John hummed his approval and got her pants worked open as well. His palm skimmed over to her hip to urge her pants low. He wanted more of that skin. It was like he was feeding on it.

[everybodylives]

She wiggled from under him, pushing her pants and panties over her hips and out of them till she came to rest against the opposite arm.

She tugged off her askew bra and gave him a saucy look from her spot a few feet away. Then she crooked her finger at him.

[whatdoesithurt]

John had to laugh. She was so damn cheeky. He went to her quickly, bending to kiss up her throat and to her mouth. He was remembering correctly, too. She looked bloody fantastic naked.