Yours, Mine, or Ours
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“This isn’t comfortable, Hugo…’
Complaint ignored, hips still rocking in the same shallow rut, hand smoothing over sleep dampened skin to palm her other breast and squeeze she arched. Thoracic disks shifted, popped, feeling his nose nudge her cheek as a brush of lips passed over her jaw. The slow but persistent seduction refused to let her reclaim her grasp on sleep, feeling a spark of pleasure as he worried at her nipple with increasing pressure until she let out a low whimper.
Inhaling deeply, she smothered the irritation that tried to rise, though her brow furrowed as things came into sharper focus. Another breath in through her nose, eyes opening and blinking to rid themselves of the gaussian blur that obscured them. Not Hugo, the body was too slim, the jaw exposed, questing fingers skimming along the scruff adorned skin to feel hair on the scalp. Tangling her fingers in the locks, the texture familiar over many such actions, she gripped and pulled.
“Jonathan.’
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- Part 1 of Yours, Mine, or Ours
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got fked up by Billie Eilish's i love you . my spotify betrayed me. this was not what I was supposed to be working on but here we are!
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- Part 2 of Yours, Mine, or Ours
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just a quick light tap that on the hugo things coming y'all's way in this.
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- Part 3 of Yours, Mine, or Ours
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At first the fingers that trailed across her back coaxed a lean in his direction. He had been getting better. But then she caught the sound of wax paper and realized he was attempting to locate her fries. Elbowing his ribs, he hissed and pulled his arm back, not bothering to look remorseful as he took another drink.
“And that you two are engaging occasionally.’ His nose wrinkled briefly. “I sometimes catch the taste of stale nicotine on her tongue, and our Lyul’ka doesn’t smoke.’
“Fortunately quack doesn’t come with its own flavour.’ Jonathan drawled, meticulously cleaning his fingers of grease. “But you are a bit bitter, you might want to drink more water.’
At a loss for words the fries were moved to the middle of the table, free for all, her appetite lost as she struggled to plot the course that had got them here. It was good, it was open dialogue, even if more of her personal life was being discussed than normal. Unsurprising that the fries were soon gone, watching them disappear plucked by slender fingers that all but pecked the knuckles of the thicker ones that didn’t mind crushing the neighbors.
“Thank you for the observation.’
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- Part 4 of Yours, Mine, or Ours
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“Professor, enough.’
The people nearby shifted back, looking anywhere but the two of them, her arm fully extended caught in his hand before it was dropped as though he’d been burned. Better, resetting, face polite, poise correct, before moving in to take his elbow and lean close.
“Say where we’re going and I will follow, but don’t drag me about.’
A hint of colour, a soft clearing of his throat, before his fingers tapped hers. Cleverest man in the room, until he was slighted. Though there were some benefits to his indulging his temper, her chin resting on his shoulder as he got his shit together finally. The tension in his forearm slowly melted away, though he’d yet to look at her, head tilting towards Lyalka’s slightly.
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- Part 5 of Yours, Mine, or Ours
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