[ (There was a time -- several years; not many but notable, given Moneypenny's age -- when she'd all but forgotten what it was like to be vulnerable. That's when she'd earned the sharper edges to her reputation, when she'd stabbed the only boy she thought she could trust and ran off with his PASIV to make a name for herself. Natalia -- her name and her past -- had haunted her then, like an unwanted ghost, until she found the ways and means to completely burn the spectre from the face of the earth and all the ties that it had along with it.
It's only now, in knowing Iain, in wanting him and loving him, that she's found need of it again -- something to forfeit, a submission. The greatest one that she knows how to give.)
The muscles of her legs complain as she spreads them a little wider, let's Iain in a little closer, but it's a good kind of pain. Like the ache that she feels when eats the wordless sounds from his very mouth, breathes his breath and tastes the scratching stubble of his cheek. ]
How long? [ The words are little more than an exhale.
(Until you leave. Until I see you again. Until you stay. Until we're done.) ]
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It's only now, in knowing Iain, in wanting him and loving him, that she's found need of it again -- something to forfeit, a submission. The greatest one that she knows how to give.)
The muscles of her legs complain as she spreads them a little wider, let's Iain in a little closer, but it's a good kind of pain. Like the ache that she feels when eats the wordless sounds from his very mouth, breathes his breath and tastes the scratching stubble of his cheek. ]
How long? [ The words are little more than an exhale.
(Until you leave. Until I see you again. Until you stay. Until we're done.) ]