[there's something very satisfying, very fulfilling about him marking her up - she doesn't want to be owned, obviously, and she knows neither of them do, but knowing that she has a claim makes her feel good. to have something just to her, after ten years of not having anything at all that she could call her own. it's worth a conversation, honestly.

but - she gets her own matching thrill that races through her at his response, and she turns her head up to look at him properly. he'll see the heat in her expression, the want, there. if she hadn't just finished jumping his bones she'd be on him again.

instead, she sighs out a sound that's almost wistful, leaning up to steal a kiss.]

Gods be damned, I'm going to fuck you good. [speaking of canon lines] Just you wait, soldier. The second I can, I'm going to edge you 'til you beg.

[keeps twirling his hair in her fingers, lazily smirking up at him.]