[Nadine leans down, still holding his horn. Her skin is flushed and her breath comes in audible pants. Her forehead presses against his and she moans a little as his fingers withdraw. She's left feeling so acutely empty, with such a desperate need for him to fill her to the core.]
You know what I want.
[The rich huskiness of her voice and the firmness near-demand of the words surprises her. Some dim part of her is aware she's rarely like this in bed, so used to either approaching it as a tedious chore or being a passive partner. It's thrilling to think she has control, and not over some sniveling pawn that messed his pants the second he touched her breast.
She honestly isn't sure if it's the drugs or Jaskier himself that's bringing it out, but she doesn't care. She wants him and her body needs him and she thinks that in this moment he might do almost anything she asked. She kisses him again, fiercely, and reaches down with the hand not wrapped around his horn to hook in the waistband of her panties to draw them down and off.]
no subject
You know what I want.
[The rich huskiness of her voice and the firmness near-demand of the words surprises her. Some dim part of her is aware she's rarely like this in bed, so used to either approaching it as a tedious chore or being a passive partner. It's thrilling to think she has control, and not over some sniveling pawn that messed his pants the second he touched her breast.
She honestly isn't sure if it's the drugs or Jaskier himself that's bringing it out, but she doesn't care. She wants him and her body needs him and she thinks that in this moment he might do almost anything she asked. She kisses him again, fiercely, and reaches down with the hand not wrapped around his horn to hook in the waistband of her panties to draw them down and off.]