( She can't even bring herself to call him out, to punish him for losing control and dragging his hands across her thighs, not when that touch is so unintentionally well-placed that Kate finds herself arching, hips driving down into his as soon as that zipper's out of the way and the breath which leaves her lips is a sigh that replaces the words fucking finally because she's been waiting for this just as long as he has. Every movement blurring the lines further between being in control and letting go, making it harder to keep teasing like this. )
Clothes. Off. Now.
( She broke before this, really, when she started undoing that button and the zipper, but now her voice is a raw nerve, a command snarled as she hops off his lap and curls fingers into his shirt, urging Will to stand the fuck up and follow orders.
She's done with the cat and mouse, the teasing and waiting. It's nothing or everything, and right now, she's the latter. )
no subject
Clothes. Off. Now.
( She broke before this, really, when she started undoing that button and the zipper, but now her voice is a raw nerve, a command snarled as she hops off his lap and curls fingers into his shirt, urging Will to stand the fuck up and follow orders.
She's done with the cat and mouse, the teasing and waiting. It's nothing or everything, and right now, she's the latter. )