[ The noise she makes as he stills her is as undignified as it is feral. Caught somewhere between a whine and a growl, it comes from deep in her throat, both protesting and threatening. Her hands find his shoulders and her grip tightens there, though it's not immediately clear even in her mind whether she's trying to exert some kind of control over him and convince him to let her go back to it or if she's trying to rein herself in.
But she draws steadying breaths, nuzzling her nose against the side of his cheek to stop herself from diving back in for another kiss. The pressure of squishes her nose down flat.
Her heart pounds in her chest loudly enough that she has to wonder if he can feel it. They're pressed close enough, aren't they? Previously she had thought killing someone was the closest she could ever get to them. This is better. She wants further, she doesn't want to stop. She wants whatever she can get, but ... There is the matter of training him to consider. And the hyperdrive.
They're not in a position to be distracted by this kind of thing. No matter what the buzzing at the base of her skull demands. It, she thinks, is responsible for the way her underwear cling and itch. However, she doesn't get the impression that it's wasted time that Ben fears. So she drags her tongue along his jawline and asks when she reaches his ear, ] Why?
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But she draws steadying breaths, nuzzling her nose against the side of his cheek to stop herself from diving back in for another kiss. The pressure of squishes her nose down flat.
Her heart pounds in her chest loudly enough that she has to wonder if he can feel it. They're pressed close enough, aren't they? Previously she had thought killing someone was the closest she could ever get to them. This is better. She wants further, she doesn't want to stop. She wants whatever she can get, but ... There is the matter of training him to consider. And the hyperdrive.
They're not in a position to be distracted by this kind of thing. No matter what the buzzing at the base of her skull demands. It, she thinks, is responsible for the way her underwear cling and itch. However, she doesn't get the impression that it's wasted time that Ben fears. So she drags her tongue along his jawline and asks when she reaches his ear, ] Why?