bonnie deville (bonniedeville) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2009-02-27 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan echolls, tesla echolls |
Who: Logan and Tess
Where: Home, yo.
When: Thursday evening after his class.
What: Logan sent Tess some seriously horny texts (that my mom saw ppl, true story) and she won't let this go.
Warnings?: God yes. All of the appropriate ones. Smut, language, growly people. Seriously, virginal eyes do not look.
Logan's string of texting had left Tess insane trying to figure out what to do with herself. Burning for him already, she'd been in the tub when he'd started, had quickly rinsed down, toweled the water off of her skin and left her hair damp after rubbing a towel through it minimally. Should she bother putting anything on? Where the hell was it going to go down?
And she paused amid the chaos and decided there was absolutely no reason to rush because he was in the mood. May as well make the most of it and all that jazz. Didn't bother with lingerie but instead pulled on a silk robe she'd bought that fit around her expanded middle, tied her hair up to avoid getting everything wet with it. Heard the door open and close and bit her lip, breathing past a rush of arousal to step into the doorway and lean against it, tilting her head a little, fingers tracing the V of the robe, taunting him with what lay beneath.
"Bout time you got in." Pushed up off the doorway and walked over, grabbing him by his shirt. "No one asked you to keep me waiting, slow ass poke." Pulled his face down to hers to kiss him with a bruising force, her other hand at her side, the other remained fisted in his shirt.
She was going to make this a little competition and she hoped he caught on, see who could keep in charge the longest.