Re: Call: Luke/Wren
[The sounds make her inhale sharply, the sound a needy, keening thing, all kinds of hunger and want wrapped up in that sharp intake of breath. Her own fingers still for a second, and there's no movement as she listens, and it's the sound of the belt that undoes her.] I won't let you have anything at all once I see you. Nothing, you can't have me. [There's a second where everything becomes muffled, the slide of fabric as she pulls it over her head, and then a whimper.] God, but I want you.