[She lets out a soft groan as he brushes over her nipples, head lolling back and exposing more neck for Lance to get at if he wants to. Her other hand has come up to clutch at his shoulder and she has no idea when that happened but she's holding onto him like she's drowning and he's her only lifeline.]
Thinking-- about your lies.
[That kind of makes sense, right? Pidge can hardly tell anymore. What she does know is that the pleasure singing through her body is making it more and more difficult to think, and that she just wants Lance's body to envelop her like a warm, comforting blanket. She was hurting today - they both were - and somehow this feels like the best way to start healing.]
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Thinking-- about your lies.
[That kind of makes sense, right? Pidge can hardly tell anymore. What she does know is that the pleasure singing through her body is making it more and more difficult to think, and that she just wants Lance's body to envelop her like a warm, comforting blanket. She was hurting today - they both were - and somehow this feels like the best way to start healing.]