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body double (house/13, nc-17)
title: body double
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phinnia
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
pairing: house/13
author's note: formiintikwa: house/13, mirrors
The first time she dragged you to her place (endorphin-drunk and with almost too little blood to the brain to give a damn that the address she'd given the cabbie wasn't your own, only that it was nearby) you weren't quite sure about the mirror at the end of the bed; it's been years since you've had sex without paying for it and even more years since you've had sex with the lights on; being able to see yourself mid-fuck was even more laughingly improbable.
But she looped your wrists together with your own belt and stripped you of little more than the bare necessities, and then you realized the full benefits of the mirror: as she drew you inside her and sank down with an audible groan, you can see not just the dark triangle at the apex of her thighs, but also the trickle of sweat that trailed between her shoulderblades and the ripplewave of spinal column that began just above the crack of her ass and ended just under the low bun of her hair.
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phinniarating: nc-17
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
pairing: house/13
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miintikwa: house/13, mirrorsThe first time she dragged you to her place (endorphin-drunk and with almost too little blood to the brain to give a damn that the address she'd given the cabbie wasn't your own, only that it was nearby) you weren't quite sure about the mirror at the end of the bed; it's been years since you've had sex without paying for it and even more years since you've had sex with the lights on; being able to see yourself mid-fuck was even more laughingly improbable.
But she looped your wrists together with your own belt and stripped you of little more than the bare necessities, and then you realized the full benefits of the mirror: as she drew you inside her and sank down with an audible groan, you can see not just the dark triangle at the apex of her thighs, but also the trickle of sweat that trailed between her shoulderblades and the ripplewave of spinal column that began just above the crack of her ass and ended just under the low bun of her hair.
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Very Nice!!!!
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