[ She's not entirely aware of being led backwards until her shoulders hit the wall and she gasps, more from his encouragement than surprise. Pinned like a butterfly spread for the mounting board, and clearly delighted about it, if a hint off-kilter since she's far more accustomed to being the provocateur in this scenario. Absolutely no complaints, however; she trusts him not to push too far (and if he tries, she's not incapable of pushing back, just -- she doesn't especially want to just now). ]
[ If there was any doubt about the state of her, the impatient whine she makes when he adds that cream to his mouth should neatly resolve it; or the greedy way she moves to get at it while sacrificing as little of his mouth as possible; or the way she clutches at his hair and shirt, wild at the fringes. ]
[ Damn but she likes when he gets a spark of confidence. With any luck he'll keep it up a while. ]
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[ If there was any doubt about the state of her, the impatient whine she makes when he adds that cream to his mouth should neatly resolve it; or the greedy way she moves to get at it while sacrificing as little of his mouth as possible; or the way she clutches at his hair and shirt, wild at the fringes. ]
[ Damn but she likes when he gets a spark of confidence. With any luck he'll keep it up a while. ]