[ She takes the opening, pressing her tongue between his lips, urging him to kiss her deeper. Her hips press forward beneath his touch, back arching.
It's been months working up the courage. She'd thought they would do this in her bedroom sometime, after an evening of food and drink, playing games and talking, warm and comfortable. That was how she'd imagined it. Made plans, even, with Julie's help.
Not like this, dirty and scratched-up, surrounded by death in an abandoned building that creaks beneath their weight with every step. Urgent, desperate, like they might never get another chance.
So fuck planning. Fuck waiting. Hasn't she waited long enough?
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It's been months working up the courage. She'd thought they would do this in her bedroom sometime, after an evening of food and drink, playing games and talking, warm and comfortable. That was how she'd imagined it. Made plans, even, with Julie's help.
Not like this, dirty and scratched-up, surrounded by death in an abandoned building that creaks beneath their weight with every step. Urgent, desperate, like they might never get another chance.
So fuck planning. Fuck waiting. Hasn't she waited long enough?
Ciri moans against his mouth, impatient. ]