[text to: speedy] I wish I remembered more of it clearly
[text to: speedy] it’s good to know I didn’t disappoint at least
[text to: speedy] do you actually want to talk to each other or just meet up and fuck like bunnies?
(Txt): Well you did a lot of screaming and moaning and begging
(Txt): Which would you like? Because I like the idea of just fucking like bunnies.
[text to: speedy] huh. I thought I was coming down with a cold. Guess not.
[text to: speedy] your place or mine? I live alone.
[text to: speedy] you picked my pockets!
[text to: speedy] I should be offended but it’s too much effort. I’m Summer. Now, back to what you said earlier. You want a repeat?
(Txt): I did a lot more than that
(Txt): Hey you were pretty good, and the way I had you wound up was rather fun, Summer.
[text to: speedy] I wish I remembered more of it clearly
[text to: speedy] it’s good to know I didn’t disappoint at least
[text to: speedy] do you actually want to talk to each other or just meet up and fuck like bunnies?
Enjoy your wound-up muses, boys and girls, I’m off to bed. *cackles and flees before wrath can descend upon her, because it will*
[text to: unknown] how did I manage to give you my number and not my name?
[text to: unknown] I’m not even sure I got your name
(Txt): Superspeed, didn’t take me but a second to get the number
(Txt): Pietro Maximoff.
[text to: speedy] you picked my pockets!
[text to: speedy] I should be offended but it’s too much effort. I’m Summer. Now, back to what you said earlier. You want a repeat?
(Txt): You know I kinda want that night back
(Txt): I want to have it again
(Txt): With that firey ginger again
(Txt): Well that and your name.
[text to: unknown] how did I manage to give you my number and not my name?
[text to: unknown] I’m not even sure I got your name
She cried out at the vibration — or maybe it was his words. It was hard to get her body to obey enough to meet his thrusts; the need and the fulfillment was so out of control she would have been frightened if there was enough left of her mind to feel anything but pleasure and desire. “Yes, please,” she begged, hands climbing up his arms, over his shoulders. “Here, come here,” and on the words climax spiked up her spine, whiting out her vision.
I have four drafts and no brain. I’ve never really had this thing where the muse just goes, “No, I only want to do this thing,” but apparently I had it today. As you can see I’m a little distracted now.
At Chattacon for the weekend, so replies will be really random anyway. Throw me a note if I missed your reply.
If she had any control at all, she might have literally lit a fire under his ass. But the chemicals running riot through her blood overwhelmed anything else, Instead she bit out, “Make you tie yourself. Hold you with nothing but your own will,” then threw her head back and moaned, fingers clutching at his arms.
”Can I keep you?” Summer mumbled, dragging in a sharp breath. “I want to keep you.” She writhed, trying to push herself down onto him. “Come on, come on! I promise you can take your time after, god, I promise.”
His fingers still driving her mad, she arched her back, panting and biting back little whimpers. The insane edge was gone, but she still /wanted/, and managed a nod at his words. “That’s why you said — about taking your time,” she managed thickly. One hand clamped around his wrist.