Easy, she says, and his temper calms. Nice, she had said, and he tries to be. The claws are only pinpricks, barely a threat against the high collar of her shirt. The look in his eyes is cold, but confused, as if he doesn't know what he wants.
He remembers a girl with soft breasts and blonde hair. He remembers a boy with a wicked smile and strong hands. He remembers what he wants, something that he's been denied for too long.
Something he shouldn't take, not without her consent.
So he leans in. Slow. Easy. She had said easy and nice and he wants to be both. He presses a kiss to her mouth, sweet at first, then fierce as all the memories of want come back to him at once, all the feelings that were supposed o be snipped out to make him a better soldier. His hand lets go of her throat to pull at her hips, pushing her up against the wall as he kisses her hard enough to knock the very breath out of her.
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Date: 2016-12-17 05:01 am (UTC)He remembers a girl with soft breasts and blonde hair. He remembers a boy with a wicked smile and strong hands. He remembers what he wants, something that he's been denied for too long.
Something he shouldn't take, not without her consent.
So he leans in. Slow. Easy. She had said easy and nice and he wants to be both. He presses a kiss to her mouth, sweet at first, then fierce as all the memories of want come back to him at once, all the feelings that were supposed o be snipped out to make him a better soldier. His hand lets go of her throat to pull at her hips, pushing her up against the wall as he kisses her hard enough to knock the very breath out of her.