Re: Bryn and John
"A little of both." She said as the doors closed behind her. When his hands were tucked into his trousers it drew her gaze down. She really didn't want to talk about why it was so 'safe'. She wanted him naked.
Bryn wrapped her fingers around his belt buckle when he stepped forward, so she held him close. A soft purred groan uttered into the kiss. By the gods he tasted good. As his lips moved to her throat, her fingers worked over the buckle of his belt. Slowly.