[ if they find that person, elektra is going to have more than just words for them. it's occurred to her that whoever's hoarding the city's supply of deluxe shampoos, soaps, and lotions is probably selling them for supplies or food, possibly somewhere outside the city. she's sure there are others like them still too stubborn to leave, but they haven't ventured out far enough to try to find them yet. she's not sure what would make them leave; their lives here aren't and have never been easy, but it's what they know.
there are ships still in the marina. there are still vehicles abandoned on the roads. if they had to leave, she knows they'd make do. but neither of them have felt inclined to, even with the threat of more dangerous scavengers and survivors and an ever dwindling amount of supplies to be found. she doubts that'll change any time soon. it's definitely not changing tonight.
he starts the process of cleaning and she shivers slightly as the washcloth is dragged along her body, the roughness of the cloth leaving goosebumps in its wake. he's careful and precises as he works, even as he directs his focus elsewhere, his mouth trailing further up her neck until his teeth come out to play, nipping at a hidden sensitive spot just behind her ear. she gasps, head dropping towards his shoulder as her body curves involuntarily inward.
he mutters his progress so far into her ear and she can't quite feel the smirk, but she can hear it. a wolfish grin curves her mouth. ]
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there are ships still in the marina. there are still vehicles abandoned on the roads. if they had to leave, she knows they'd make do. but neither of them have felt inclined to, even with the threat of more dangerous scavengers and survivors and an ever dwindling amount of supplies to be found. she doubts that'll change any time soon. it's definitely not changing tonight.
he starts the process of cleaning and she shivers slightly as the washcloth is dragged along her body, the roughness of the cloth leaving goosebumps in its wake. he's careful and precises as he works, even as he directs his focus elsewhere, his mouth trailing further up her neck until his teeth come out to play, nipping at a hidden sensitive spot just behind her ear. she gasps, head dropping towards his shoulder as her body curves involuntarily inward.
he mutters his progress so far into her ear and she can't quite feel the smirk, but she can hear it. a wolfish grin curves her mouth. ]
We can do better than that.