[ They had a rule once, an unwritten one. It was so basic, it never demanded spelling out or mutual agreement; it just was, there between them, as if it fitted in place by some invisible hand. Inevitable as gravity and just as unavoidable. (Ask for a kiss, beg for a fuck, but there are somethings you don't say outloud. Otherwise, they'll come back to haunt you, like ghosts, like boogeymen, like all of those things that go bump in the night. The worst types of dreams. The kind you can't shake.)
Moneypenny hooks her ankles together and presses them down against the small of Iain's back, just where his tailbone gives way to the curve of his ass, just hard enough that his hips have no where but go forward and press flush against her. She shudders, her fingers letting loose of his hair in order to find some kind of grip on his shoulders. Her voice trembles and then breaks, the sentence studded with a caught breath, a small gasp. ]
I'll stay. Long as— long as you like. Just say you will too. Say— so I can hear.
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Moneypenny hooks her ankles together and presses them down against the small of Iain's back, just where his tailbone gives way to the curve of his ass, just hard enough that his hips have no where but go forward and press flush against her. She shudders, her fingers letting loose of his hair in order to find some kind of grip on his shoulders. Her voice trembles and then breaks, the sentence studded with a caught breath, a small gasp. ]
I'll stay. Long as— long as you like. Just say you will too. Say— so I can hear.
[ (Moneypenny breaks the rule.) ]