FILL: Imperfect pt. 1
anonymous
August 30 2012, 03:41:59 UTC
Rated NC17 Warnings: Dub-con Sometimes Jeff could still feel a tingle where his right arm used to be. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night thinking it was still there, only to peer into the mirror and remember the event all over again that took it from him
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Re: FILL: Imperfect pt. 2
anonymous
August 30 2012, 03:42:37 UTC
“You awake?” he asked, despite her eyes being open. She flicked her gaze to him, wide-eyed but not really present. This was something Jeff had gotten used to since she’d been there. She was released from the mental institution because she couldn’t afford to be there-no one would argue that she was ready to be out in the world
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Re: FILL: Imperfect pt. 3
anonymous
August 30 2012, 03:43:13 UTC
He startled when her right hand came up, laying over his left hand on her breast. It wasn’t firm, by any means, but it was there. He met her eye, and although deep within his mind he knew an understanding hadn’t been agreed upon, he felt like something had shifted. She was more present than she had been for weeks, and she wasn’t stopping him.
“Shit, Annie,” he ground out. “I don’t know what the hell to do with you anymore.” He removed his hand from her breast and used it to move her other hand onto his erection. She didn’t remove it. He pushed down, creating some pressure.
“Is this okay?” he asked again. She just watched him impassively. His brow furrowed and he dropped his head. “Fuck, Annie, please,” he cried. “Please, give me something! Tell me yes, tell me no... tell me to go fuck myself, I don’t care. Just say somethingHer brow furrowed, and her hand tightened against his erection. He watched her for another long moment
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Warnings: Dub-con Sometimes Jeff could still feel a tingle where his right arm used to be. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night thinking it was still there, only to peer into the mirror and remember the event all over again that took it from him ( ... )
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“Shit, Annie,” he ground out. “I don’t know what the hell to do with you anymore.” He removed his hand from her breast and used it to move her other hand onto his erection. She didn’t remove it. He pushed down, creating some pressure.
“Is this okay?” he asked again. She just watched him impassively. His brow furrowed and he dropped his head. “Fuck, Annie, please,” he cried. “Please, give me something! Tell me yes, tell me no... tell me to go fuck myself, I don’t care. Just say somethingHer brow furrowed, and her hand tightened against his erection. He watched her for another long moment ( ... )
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