[He did just that, her body trembling slightly against his in a way that would otherwise be something she hated. She didn't like weakness in herself. In being seen as weak or lesser than. But Clark was... he could be so painfully tender sometimes. And with anyone else, she'd hate it. She'd hate softness, because softness left you open to being hurt.
Clark made her want a little softness. He made her want, and it was such a delicious sensation, almost addictive.]
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Clark made her want a little softness. He made her want, and it was such a delicious sensation, almost addictive.]
You're a fucking tease.