Re: The Drive: Alcove; Grown Ups Only
He loved the echo. He always loved shit like that. Maybe he wasn't as completely paranoid about being abandoned in this form (and that would take some thinking about later), but that was still part of who he was. Her echo made him feel stronger, and he smiled when she admitted that she liked having him touch her. "I love how you feel." It really didn't matter what the fuck she looked like, and the emphasis was intentionally on the you in that sentence.
He chuckled when she tried to grab control of the kiss, and the sound was a thing against her lips that only faded when she whispered that later like that. He ran a thumb over one of her cheeks as she blushed. "I know how you get," he admitted, and his grin was fondness mixed in with a smirk. "I'll make you talk about it. Maybe I'll just buy you some panties and bring them home," he suggested. He didn't even bother going for innocent when he said it. Nope. He wasn't even kidding, either.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she huffed, and he laughed outright when she said she could still take him. "Bullshit," he insisted, and his arms wrapped more tightly around her. It was a hug for a second, and then she was on the floor, on her back, pinned and with his heavier weight atop her. He kissed her, and he smiled down at her. "You were saying?"