[She comes down from it, slowly, when Thomas pulls his fingers out, shuddering and relaxing bit by bit into the pillow she's leaning against.
Now that she's come, now that she's not so desperate, there's a different feeling from what Thomas is doing. It's comforting, casually pleasurable, a service he's doing to her for her relaxation.
She leans back into the pillows and strokes Thomas' hair slowly, humming and sighing every so often in appreciation.]
You know, I would...mm. I would say you're allowed to stop, if I thought you wanted to.
[Her voice is still a little shaky. So is the rest of her, for that matter.]
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Date: 2012-12-13 10:40 pm (UTC)Now that she's come, now that she's not so desperate, there's a different feeling from what Thomas is doing. It's comforting, casually pleasurable, a service he's doing to her for her relaxation.
She leans back into the pillows and strokes Thomas' hair slowly, humming and sighing every so often in appreciation.]
You know, I would...mm. I would say you're allowed to stop, if I thought you wanted to.
[Her voice is still a little shaky. So is the rest of her, for that matter.]