[Robb cannot decide if he wants to kiss her, hold her, bed her or just play with her teats all night. Everything inside his head is one pleasant buzz of alcohol and horniness. And this time he is not able to remember the fact that he is actually just as experienced as a wooden doorknob.]
Torment. [He huffs, eyes closing once again when she grinds just right.] All I can think of is...you naked and my hands on you... [As if he wants to get a point across he works on her breasts again, groping them as if the world is going to end. Gods, she likes it, I am doing this well.]
Which is closer. [Those words are actually just all he needs to hear before he moves and take hold of her hand instead, pulling her away from the dancefloor, passing the bar, the hall, a lot of people to finally reach the exit.] I hope your place is closer than mine. [There’s quite the situation inside his breeches now.]
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Torment. [He huffs, eyes closing once again when she grinds just right.] All I can think of is...you naked and my hands on you... [As if he wants to get a point across he works on her breasts again, groping them as if the world is going to end. Gods, she likes it, I am doing this well.]
Which is closer. [Those words are actually just all he needs to hear before he moves and take hold of her hand instead, pulling her away from the dancefloor, passing the bar, the hall, a lot of people to finally reach the exit.] I hope your place is closer than mine. [There’s quite the situation inside his breeches now.]