As before, she'd only chosen her lingerie based upon wanting to feel human, for once, and not an arresting, pistol-whipping, masculine machine. Beneath her cool, compsed exterior, Louise desperately wanted to be seen as a guileless female, someone desired, or worthy of desire on the part of someone else. And as Jim Gordon looked upon her just now with the heavy-lidded lust of weeks spent pent-up, her lips could only fall open more in both anticipation and weakness.
He'd never seen her vulnerable; not really, even if she'd kissed him in a heated, aggressive moment days ago. She knew that they both desired one another; that much was obvious in the way he'd kissed her back. Emotions were once again running high after their fabulous collar, and it was only a matter of time that their true feelings were physically conjoined.
Louise's passions ran deep, though largely under the radar until Jim had tapped into them just now in that moment of wanting. She'd spent so much time apprehending, policing, taking others down, that she secretly, ashamedly wanted someone to do the same to her, to take the control out of her hands and force her to submit.
Shivering, a tremble coursed through her as his fingers stroked her cheek, his voice a cold rumble of assurance. A pent-up moan bubbled forth through her lips at his tone as she brought her lips to his languidly, her tongue seeking his, needing the contact.
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Date: 2015-10-15 05:30 am (UTC)He'd never seen her vulnerable; not really, even if she'd kissed him in a heated, aggressive moment days ago. She knew that they both desired one another; that much was obvious in the way he'd kissed her back. Emotions were once again running high after their fabulous collar, and it was only a matter of time that their true feelings were physically conjoined.
Louise's passions ran deep, though largely under the radar until Jim had tapped into them just now in that moment of wanting. She'd spent so much time apprehending, policing, taking others down, that she secretly, ashamedly wanted someone to do the same to her, to take the control out of her hands and force her to submit.
Shivering, a tremble coursed through her as his fingers stroked her cheek, his voice a cold rumble of assurance. A pent-up moan bubbled forth through her lips at his tone as she brought her lips to his languidly, her tongue seeking his, needing the contact.