Thirst Aid Kit/Chris Evans
Bim sighed, her most guttural, appreciative, sigh. Nichole always knew how to get her good with her drabbles. Just the way she described the feel of Chris Evans’ hand down her back, the slow, firm descent... they all knew to where, to what. Nichole hadn’t described that bit, they always hung back from being too explicit. Or at least mostly. Sometimes. Bim did. Not so much Nichole. No shade. The thirst was real, girl. But in this case Bim would just have to add in the details herself. Chris’s hand reaching between her thighs, her hand on his, guiding him.