She doesn't get it. No matter which way she tries to think about it, and she's thought about it in so many ways she's pretty sure there's no ways left to try. Even the bunny has thought about it and really, if the bunny can't figure it out... Well.
For one thing, how does a nerdy geek boy like him even know how to twist his hips like that when he thrusts? Are there online classes? They don't do it in porn, she knows, she looked. It doesn't film well, apparently, and amateurs wouldn't know how to do it if Aphrodite herself stepped off her stupid oyster and showed them.
... Ok, so maybe she should focus more. And maybe they shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the museum, even if the power will be out for another 20.35 minutes and they can't finish the job til the power comes back on and Hardison can do his thing.
But really she doesn't get it. Why he kisses her like that, like she's the only thing he's ever imagined kissing. Like she's the only one he wants to kiss. People aren't like that. They just... aren't. No one likes her. They all think she's crazy.
But he's murmuring her name again, into her skin like a prayer. And right now, she can't think about it anymore...
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Date: 2009-01-30 04:19 pm (UTC)For one thing, how does a nerdy geek boy like him even know how to twist his hips like that when he thrusts? Are there online classes? They don't do it in porn, she knows, she looked. It doesn't film well, apparently, and amateurs wouldn't know how to do it if Aphrodite herself stepped off her stupid oyster and showed them.
... Ok, so maybe she should focus more. And maybe they shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the museum, even if the power will be out for another 20.35 minutes and they can't finish the job til the power comes back on and Hardison can do his thing.
But really she doesn't get it. Why he kisses her like that, like she's the only thing he's ever imagined kissing. Like she's the only one he wants to kiss. People aren't like that. They just... aren't. No one likes her. They all think she's crazy.
But he's murmuring her name again, into her skin like a prayer. And right now, she can't think about it anymore...