[attr="class","mila2"] Mine.

[break][break] The words caused a lance of desire to shoot through her, kissing him back with an urgency that was venomous.

[break][break] When it came to the two of them, him and her, there were few things that she could rely on. In fact, that was the toxicity of their relationship — there was nothing they could rely on, because at any moment, they could all fall into pieces. She could make him mad, he could make her mad, and they could be screaming at each other. They would always be trying to rip each other to shreds, emotionally or physically.

[break][break] It only happened now that it was the latter.

[break][break] Her wooden geta settled against the forest floor as he set her down, a laugh huffing out of her mouth at his admission. At his offer, however, she shook her head.

[break][break] "I don't want to wait."

[break][break] I can't wait.

[break][break] Quickly, Mila glanced beside her. The festival was still in full motion, the lights sparking in the distance. Suddenly, she reached out and firmly took a hold of his hand, her lips twisting into a mischievous smile. The touch of her warm skin against hers sent a thrill up her arm, sparks dancing behind her eyes like fireworks.

[break][break] "I have an idea."

[break][break] Tugging him along, Mila pulled him away even further from the festivities and into the dark of the forest. It was pretty much abandoned, with everyone enjoying the festival, and there wasn't going to be anyone that would bother them for miles. When she was sure they were a good enough distance away, she twirled around and pushed him against a tree, grinning at him.

[break][break] Her hands went to his waist, undoing his sash in a single motion. Fashion was Mila's expertise — she knew clothes, even intricate ones like these, like the back of her hand.

[break][break] She reached down for his pants, tugging it down with a firm motion. She looked up at him, eyes gleaming bright in the dark, before getting down on her knees before him.

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[attr="class","mila2"] With him all ready in front of her, Mila had no choice but to dive right in.

[break][break] Gunner had always been especially good at knowing her body, but the same went for her. They'd spent countless evenings like this — mornings too — together. With each delicious sound she pulled from his mouth, it only incentivized her to go further. Her tongue swirled expertly, without regard for anything else around them, holding his hips to keep him in place as he leaned back against the tree and let out a groan of satisfaction that lit another fire in her belly.

[break][break] She adored Gunner for more than this, but it was this that she knew she was good at. That they were good at.

[break][break] Greedily, eagerly, she chased after that high that she knew she could give him. The one that only she could give him, and no one else.

[break][break] Almost caught up in the moment, she didn't notice how far gone he was until he was tugging at her. Pulling her up. She looked up at him, wiping her mouth with a thumb. A grin smeared her face, eyes full of pride.

[break][break] She could see his frustration painted all over his face; it drew a laugh from her lips.

[break][break] "What? I wasn't good enough?"

[break][break] At the intricate knot at her back, she pulled. It fell to the floor easily, putting the rest of herself on display. A cold wind raced through her, but that wasn't the reason a shiver was sending goosebumps up her spine. It was the anticipation of what was to come.

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[attr="class","mila2"] He kisses her roughly, and she moans into his mouth, pushed against the tree that she'd just been holding him hostage against.

[break][break] When he slides in and their bodies meet, the feeling of ecstasy lances a bolt of lust and desire straight through her. He wastes no time in finishing what she started, not that she expected any less.

[break][break] In fact, she'd invited it. Teasing and dangling it in front of him until she knew he couldn't take it, and now he was rewarding her for her hubris. Fingernails scraped against the wood as he set a punishing pace, her back curved against his fingers, as if his touch brought her to life.

[break][break] "Gunner."

[break][break] Her voice broke into a moan as stars exploded behind her eyes seconds after he'd finished, his breath huffing against her ear as he leaned against her. A blissful feeling wrapped around her, whole and complete, even after he'd extracted himself from her. But before he could get too far away, she reached for him. Mila leaned up towards him for a tender kiss.

[break][break] "Looks like you couldn't wait either," she teased.

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[attr="class","mila2"] "Good."

[break][break] She took pride in knowing that she drove him crazy, that she was the only one that could do that. Her lips curled into a smile as she watched him put back on his clothes, taking naked appreciation in the brief moments before he could put the rest of it on.

[break][break] Mila accepted his help too, slipping back on her shoes and tying on her sash albeit a little haphazardly. There wasn't a really a point in it, knowing that it'd probably be seconds before she'd have to undo it again.

[break][break] "Let's go home," she said, leaning against him as he pulled her close.

[break][break] A flicker of mischief as she looked up at him.

[break][break] "I'm not done with you yet."

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