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[acaseofyou]

they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over

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[acaseofyou]

[ There's something powerfully good, seeing him smile at her like that. And if Fet is smiling like the only sun she's seen since the summer of '67, she's over the moon. Powerful, too, to see that smile wobble just so when he bucks his hips against her hand. She wants to do it again, do more, show she's going to give just as good as she's getting, and she's getting some very very good, if you know what I mean.

It's a little overwhelming, how much she wants of him all at once. Almost like hunger, greedy and bottomless and demanding, even when he's pulling away and pulling her down the bed and, finally, pulling off her skirt. Hunger that tells her Fet is someone to keep, to grab the moment and not let go. ]

What if I say please? [ It'd be a tease, completely a joke par for the course of their usual dynamic, if not for the fact that she's half naked spread out in front of him and the little quiver in her voice as he kisses his way down.

She'd beg him, if it came to it. Coy and smiling and earnest, but she would. To taste him, to feel him, show him her tongue is good for more than songs and envelopes.

And, god, but Fet doesn't have to ask and she makes noises for him the whole way down. There's some part of her mind still rational enough to wonder what ptichka means, quickly drowned out by the feel of his hands on her, the way that slick cools against her skin when it hits the air. For a moment, the rational so so far gone she can't figure out what to do with her hands, how to get them back on him. When Birdie feels his mouth on her again he earns a proper moan, throaty and long, her half-forgotten hands fisted in the sheets beneath her. ]