Not tonight. He's going to have her how he wants her, and grant her the same courtesy. Christine doesn't know this might be the last time. Her ignorance hasn't been this acutely tantalising since she signed their first contract. If she senses something is different, she'll find out why soon enough.
Between now and then, he won't give her the chance to take him for granted.
He stiffen at her touch, offering a low hum of approval. His fingers card through her hair. She can have him how she wants him, with one condition: "Look at me."
Chapel tips her head up to look at him, blue eyes wide. She doesn't stop touching him, wrapping a hand around his cock, but she doesn't go further than that. A little bit of eagerness has been forgiven, for now, but she doesn't want to push her luck. She knows what their relationship is and how it works.
"Yes, Sir? How am I allowed to touch tonight?"
She's eager enough that she licks her bottom lip but otherwise, she keeps eye contact and remains still.
Lorca's adoration reads as pride. Those he adores, he's molded; in the moments they are perfect to him, it's because they're perfect for him. A soldier who lives by his command, a lover who dies for his caress.
Kneeling, awaiting his order, Christine is a reflection of both.
"With your mouth. And your hand." A thought occurs. This has been an exemplary start. It begets a memorable finish. "Just one. I want the other between your legs."
Chapel rises up on her knees a little to be able to touch herself while she touches him and she wraps her hand around his cock while slipping the other between her legs. It doesn't shock her that she's already wet because any time she does this with Gabriel, she gets turned on long before she has a touch that you could consider "good" or "arousing" in the traditional sense.
She sighs a little as her fingers glide against her but she doesn't focus on that for long because she wants to get her mouth on him and she feels like that's the more important part of the instruction.
Chapel slides her tongue along the length of him without breaking eye contact and then draws him into her mouth, sucking lightly.
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Date: 2024-07-17 12:38 am (UTC)Between now and then, he won't give her the chance to take him for granted.
He stiffen at her touch, offering a low hum of approval. His fingers card through her hair. She can have him how she wants him, with one condition: "Look at me."
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Date: 2024-07-17 02:17 am (UTC)"Yes, Sir? How am I allowed to touch tonight?"
She's eager enough that she licks her bottom lip but otherwise, she keeps eye contact and remains still.
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Date: 2024-07-17 02:51 am (UTC)Kneeling, awaiting his order, Christine is a reflection of both.
"With your mouth. And your hand." A thought occurs. This has been an exemplary start. It begets a memorable finish. "Just one. I want the other between your legs."
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Date: 2024-07-17 07:03 pm (UTC)She sighs a little as her fingers glide against her but she doesn't focus on that for long because she wants to get her mouth on him and she feels like that's the more important part of the instruction.
Chapel slides her tongue along the length of him without breaking eye contact and then draws him into her mouth, sucking lightly.