[Jesus. He's got a good mouth, the heat of his tongue shooting straight down, settling where her thighs meet. She keeps her grip tight on the back of his head, fingers clenched in his short hair, as though directing him to keep up his attentions. It's strange - even though she doesn't need to breathe, she finds herself starting to anyway, as though her body's forgotten.
After a moment of distracted thought, ] Sit down. [She jerks her head in the direction of the closest mattress - her own, the bunk bed, unfortunately, but she tries to be a polite roommate. And right now, she wants a lap to sit in.]
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After a moment of distracted thought, ] Sit down. [She jerks her head in the direction of the closest mattress - her own, the bunk bed, unfortunately, but she tries to be a polite roommate. And right now, she wants a lap to sit in.]