Smooth skin. Red hair slipping through practised fingers, and the same practised fingers touching everywhere and anywhere. Stolen air and bitten lips. Bedsheets. Drowning in familiarly unfamiliar movements, muffling moans with frantic kisses. Rough, desperate and anything but slow. Exploitation and exploration of a body. Not just any body.
Sated, satisfied, settled.
Guilt. Scrambling out of bed, grabbing possessions. Leaving clothes, rejecting calls. Silence.
Camera, lights, alcohol. Laughing, joking. Everything being fine. No physical contact because Grace just doesn't do physical contact. Awkward jokes and terrible puns. A look that lingers for just a second too long. Camera, off.
Smooth skin. Red hair slipping through practised fingers, and the same practised fingers touching everywhere and anywhere. Stolen air and bitten lips. Bedsheets. Drowning in familiarly unfamiliar movements, muffling moans with frantic kisses. Rough, desperate and anything but slow. Exploitation and exploration of a body. Not just any body.
Sated, satisfied, settled.
