Re: Third Class ; Dining [adult]
She tried to remember every touch, every caress, where and how his fingers explored to ensure that she wouldn't forget, even after the ship was once again empty and they were back where they belonged, wherever that might be. In the past she'd imagined this, fantasized about it in the privacy of her own mind where no one could know her thoughts, but actually experiencing it was so much better. No amount of imagination, she thought, could compare to this. She licked her lips and whimpered, moaned, all for him, and she dragged in a shuddery breath as his fingers ventured lower. There was a hint of nerves again, as this was entirely knew and shockingly intimate, but she never once considered asking him to stop. She didn't want him to stop.
And then his finger slipped inside her and her gasp was a loud, tangible thing, more sound than air, cut short when he captured her mouth in another kiss. Her nails dug into his scalp as she kissed him, open-mouthed and tongue, sloppy and desperate but no less demanding for it. "Please," she begged. "Please."