[Horatio isn't used to slow. It didn't matter who he'd happened to stumble into bed or into the hold or into the scant shelter of an alley with, really; things simply always had to be rushed through with the odd half-sinking fear of being snatched away from the brief allowance of pleasure.
But River's moving slowly. She's sparing a moment as she settles to let the sensation of intimacy shake through them pleasantly. She's kissing him, studying him; holding him somewhere that isn't rushed and fumbling and drenched in something almost like fear around the edges of ecstasy.
There's nothing dignified in the soft sounds falling from Horatio's lips. There isn't in the eager buck of his hips to meet the roll of hers, or in the shake of one hand moving to help brace himself on the bed. Still, there's trust in the way his head dips in against her neck, lips curling slightly as he forces his twitching hips to match her rhythm.]
( it might not be dignified but there's something in her that loves it, the raw emotion of his pleasure, the need of him as he comes towards her. it urges her own, a sharper jerk of her hips, a firmer hold on his leg as she moves a little quicker, still leisurely but not quite so slow.
it has her pulling him towards her, running his hand up from her hip, grazing it over her chest. she likes the feel of someone touching her, exploring her skin. those little touches each bring their own amount of pleasure )
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But River's moving slowly. She's sparing a moment as she settles to let the sensation of intimacy shake through them pleasantly. She's kissing him, studying him; holding him somewhere that isn't rushed and fumbling and drenched in something almost like fear around the edges of ecstasy.
There's nothing dignified in the soft sounds falling from Horatio's lips. There isn't in the eager buck of his hips to meet the roll of hers, or in the shake of one hand moving to help brace himself on the bed. Still, there's trust in the way his head dips in against her neck, lips curling slightly as he forces his twitching hips to match her rhythm.]
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it has her pulling him towards her, running his hand up from her hip, grazing it over her chest. she likes the feel of someone touching her, exploring her skin. those little touches each bring their own amount of pleasure )