the shit that goes down in this chat i swear
Kara relaxes as she realizes that, for once, there is nothing but peace surrounding her—the comforter is soft below her stomach, the pillow light on her face, John’s strong arms cradling her still as he enters her from behind, sliding his body against her back in a way that sends tingles through her entire being.
His breath is warm and soft on her ear and it makes her knees weak, until she realizes he’s softly humming something; she concentrates, wondering what it is, if it’s a song he’s heard in some far-off place, some beautiful ethnic beat…until she gets it, finally gets it and feels the need to grab her gun.
Eyyyyyyyyy sexy lady
"John. John," she says, as her entire body stiffens (and she knows he thinks for a second, "wow, that was quick") and she turns slightly to put a hand up to his face. "For fucks’ sake, please tell me you are not humming what I think you’re humming right now."
"I have no idea what you’re talking about," he says, slowing, as she fumes not-so-subtly; she decides to not press the issue and just waves her hand around, her own personal sign language that means just keep going and stop talking, John and he does, rising up to take her in a better position.
He’s happy she can’t see when he silently screams at her ass.
I KNOW IT’S OVER THREE SENTENCES I JUST COULDN’T STOP