( his arms tighten on her, the way they always do when mention of how difficult her upbringing was comes around the bend — like he might be able to retroactively protect her from those cold winter nights and hot summer mornings, from starving, from all her well earned disappointment in the world. coupled by mention of her sisters uselessness, he clenches his jaw tightly, biting back on some of the crueler words he could think to say on the subject of them. it would displease feyre, and for now, he'd like to keep her awed.
he still smiles wolfishly at her groan, arching a knowing brow. )
Oh, is that the spot?
( he says, as if he isn't aware of all of feyre's spots, and how she sings when he strokes them.
holding feyre close with one arm, his free one slips, pulling aside the door to the shower and letting her look inside. with now perfect grace, he twists one of the knobs as a rush of nice, steaming water comes raining out of the dual showerheads. )
Feel it, ( he offers, taking more interest in putting his mouth on her neck, refinding her cunt with his wayward fingers and stroking her more intently. there's just something about showers. ) so warm.
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he still smiles wolfishly at her groan, arching a knowing brow. )
Oh, is that the spot?
( he says, as if he isn't aware of all of feyre's spots, and how she sings when he strokes them.
holding feyre close with one arm, his free one slips, pulling aside the door to the shower and letting her look inside. with now perfect grace, he twists one of the knobs as a rush of nice, steaming water comes raining out of the dual showerheads. )
Feel it, ( he offers, taking more interest in putting his mouth on her neck, refinding her cunt with his wayward fingers and stroking her more intently. there's just something about showers. ) so warm.