Bwahahahaha. Okay, so this whole exchange with himself? OMG so much win. SO MUCH WIN!
He licks at her clitoris, and her body arches, eyes fluttering shut, head leaning back, and he licks his way down to her...
(To her what? 'Vagina' sounds far too clinical. but 'cunt' doesn't bear thinking about, and the same goes for all those metaphors in Mum's books – 'the delicate flower of her sex, little more than a bud, but blossoming under the glorious attentions of his rough, hot, wet tongue; blossoming along with her need for his velvety manhood' springs to mind)
(Oh, great. Way to spoil the moment)
Oh, god, how many times have I happened upon this conundrum (I swear it's half the reason why I write mostly slash!!) when writing het. The whole fic is utterly brilliant and I absolutely LOVE the style! So funny and sweet and almost sad in places. Absolutely fantastic!