Kit caught John's hand, pulling herself up to him, the heat of him against her both familiar and alluring. "Wee bit late for your flattery, isn't it?" she murmured with the hint of a wry smile, and pressed her lips to his for an indolent kiss.
Her fingertips traced over his chest, mimicking the earlier patterns of Crowley's tongue. But unlike the other, she didn't hesitate when she'd reached John's waistband. She urged his shorts down as she kissed a path along his jaw, his light stubble rough against her swollen lips; and then, sparing only a glance at Crowley from the corner of her eye, she wrapped one hand around John's erection, stroking soft and slow, setting a deliberate pace.
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Date: 2007-04-10 08:07 am (UTC)Her fingertips traced over his chest, mimicking the earlier patterns of Crowley's tongue. But unlike the other, she didn't hesitate when she'd reached John's waistband. She urged his shorts down as she kissed a path along his jaw, his light stubble rough against her swollen lips; and then, sparing only a glance at Crowley from the corner of her eye, she wrapped one hand around John's erection, stroking soft and slow, setting a deliberate pace.