[ in truth, archie never stops looking at her. stolen glimpses. sidelong stares. his notes had become a warred, nonsensical arrangement of thoughts and disjointed definitions, all at the sake of savoring her however he could. they hadn't spent as much time together, lately, as they used to.
he tries to act like it hasn't gotten to him; he may already be giving himself away.
already his breaths are a bit scattered, stumbling over one another as he ruts his thigh in a knowing grind between her legs. in a single, swift motion he's turning her to face the wall, careful not to cause her any discomfort, despite the urgency of his touch.
he's still lost in the honey-sweet warmth of her neck, slipping a palm beneath her tank, splaying wide over her abdomen while the other grips still to her hip. he finds her ear with his mouth. ]
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he tries to act like it hasn't gotten to him; he may already be giving himself away.
already his breaths are a bit scattered, stumbling over one another as he ruts his thigh in a knowing grind between her legs. in a single, swift motion he's turning her to face the wall, careful not to cause her any discomfort, despite the urgency of his touch.
he's still lost in the honey-sweet warmth of her neck, slipping a palm beneath her tank, splaying wide over her abdomen while the other grips still to her hip. he finds her ear with his mouth. ]
Did you like being bent over?