"Fuck." Her voice breaks halfway through, her free hand against his back moving to cup the back of his head, needing to have a grip on something. Needing some sort of anchor to keep from feeling like she was about to fly straight out of the atmosphere. She presses her lips against his neck to keep herself from screaming when she finds that buried bundle of nerves.
Her fingers clench against the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin there as her breathing picks up even more, becoming vaguely like sobs, noises that Noah would probably recognize as meaning she's getting close.
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Date: 2012-02-01 05:27 am (UTC)Her fingers clench against the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin there as her breathing picks up even more, becoming vaguely like sobs, noises that Noah would probably recognize as meaning she's getting close.