[ There were so many things that they would need to reconsider, following this particular development in their relationship: whether they would be able to engage in this intimacy with any sort of regularity; whether they would be able to hold back on their stolen glances and subtle verbal innuendos; and then there was the matter of Roy's reputation. Riza would insist on him maintaining his womanizing ways, just so to draw the attention away from them, and again, to support their growing dream. She will need to will herself not to be jealous, and to carry with being nonplussed and dry in her humor as she piled paperwork on him...
But Riza wouldn't be Riza if she didn't hold an ounce of worry, and those thoughts crossed her mind: fleetingly enough so as not to be too distracting; but poignant enough to summon that bit of possessiveness she very seldom indulged in. So much of her life had been devoted to elements bigger than her, so maybe, just for this moment, she can be selfish.
Having Roy face to face once again allowed her to look him in the eye, and to send a message of her claim on him. Each upstroke of her hips meet his, and release was undoubtedly coming for her, strong like wildfire. Once again, she found his lips, spilling ecstasy onto his tongue, his name all but drowned as her body felt like it was being drawn tight like an archer's bow, and all she had to do was let go... ]
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But Riza wouldn't be Riza if she didn't hold an ounce of worry, and those thoughts crossed her mind: fleetingly enough so as not to be too distracting; but poignant enough to summon that bit of possessiveness she very seldom indulged in. So much of her life had been devoted to elements bigger than her, so maybe, just for this moment, she can be selfish.
Having Roy face to face once again allowed her to look him in the eye, and to send a message of her claim on him. Each upstroke of her hips meet his, and release was undoubtedly coming for her, strong like wildfire. Once again, she found his lips, spilling ecstasy onto his tongue, his name all but drowned as her body felt like it was being drawn tight like an archer's bow, and all she had to do was let go... ]