[Hah. When was the last time someone rested their hand in her hair? Was it him? Before that it was her father. Ignorantly tussling her hair far too haphazardly for how an adult should be handling a child — but she forgave him. The man wasn't all that familiar with interacting with her affectionately, physical or otherwise. But Van... he was gentle. Sweet and soft as he handled her. Like something precious.]
You should be more talkative, you know.
[As if he'll be able to say much when she continues. Her soft lips parting to envelop that flushed head with wet heat. She'll take him in slow. Inch-by-inch reaching for as far as her seatbelt will allow her while she leans like this. The taste of him is familiar, and considerably more appealing than her routine medicine.]
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You should be more talkative, you know.
[As if he'll be able to say much when she continues. Her soft lips parting to envelop that flushed head with wet heat. She'll take him in slow. Inch-by-inch reaching for as far as her seatbelt will allow her while she leans like this. The taste of him is familiar, and considerably more appealing than her routine medicine.]