He hadn't meant to start grinding down against her, it had been instinct. And, like most instincts, it was rather difficult to stop once he started, and so despite the fact that he knows he should pull back and make some sort of quip as to why women don't do that all the time, forget getting anything useful done with their lives, Benedict finds himself instead continuing to suck in unsteady breaths through his open mouth, feeling drunk on the smell of her and the heat building in him, his hips jerking a handful more times before the urge that had been coiling at the base of his spine erupts through him, leaving him shuddering above her instead of the other way around.
After, once he realizes just what an ass he's made of himself, he moans, mortified.
"Oh god," he groans, rolling off her and landing on the bed beside her so he can cover his face with his hands as the situation demands, hiding the fiery red blush that has stained his cheeks and spilled down to his chest. This is a nightmare.
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:09 am (UTC)After, once he realizes just what an ass he's made of himself, he moans, mortified.
"Oh god," he groans, rolling off her and landing on the bed beside her so he can cover his face with his hands as the situation demands, hiding the fiery red blush that has stained his cheeks and spilled down to his chest. This is a nightmare.