this is two thousand words of post-6.08 smut. dirty talk for bk. pretty damned graphic.
title is a song lyric from beyonce. [ on ao3 ]
If You Go Deep, You Touch My Mind
“Hard and fast,” she’d panted when he asked how she wanted it. “Just…fuck me, okay?”
Too much, too much kept happening. Emma didn’t have time to get lost in him, she just wanted to stop feeling and feel him.
Only it wasn’t fucking working.
“Swan,” he grunted, his hips driving hard and accurate and unrelenting. It was good, it was always good; her thighs wide, her feet planted firmly on the mattress, her arms over her head, palms braced on the wall, elbows straining with effort as he fucked and fucked and fucked, again and again, just like she asked. And he looked magnificent, too–the cords in his neck straining, his abdominal muscles outlined in perfect relief, his shoulders tense as he worked. There was a pleasant and perfectly lovely buzz, an almost, deep inside. With each thrust she could feel it, tried clenching down on it to help it along.
Still not working.
“Love,” he tried again, his voice clearly strained with the effort to keep from coming. “This is some of my best work here.” As if to prove his point, he swirled his hips on the downthrust and she gasped in delight, that almost-feeling flaring with brief promise.
if you go deep, you touch my mind–a post-ep cs ff (explicit)
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