<div style="text-align: center">Any and all doubts that might've been humored beforehand were forgotten entirely as first the damp jeans, and then his ink-hued boxers, were dropped and abandoned on the floor near her towel. The tiny patch of green at his hip drew her attention despite some internal conflict about<i> where</i> exactly she should be resting her eyes at the present. Nonetheless, she admires it with a quirked smile for what seems to be an eternity.<br/>
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"That's cute," she murmurs, tone breathy and hushed in the quiet intimacy of the room. "I don't think I've ever seen it before." Then again, when would she have ever had the chance? Flushed and limbs speckled with goosebumps, Katherine licks her lips and watches as he makes a slow show about climbing onto the bed after her. The deliberate way he places himself against her, the bare skin of his chest hot against her back, sends a nervous but thrilled shiver along her spine as she settles comfortably against his weight behind her. A breathless and airy sigh drifts with content from her lips. The way he addresses her causes her to almost stiffen in his grasp before falling lax once more, turning her head slightly so that it fits comfortably under his chin.<br/>
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As his fingers drift up and over her bare hip, she lets her eyelids flutter shut. The soft touch of his lips over her neck and shoulder make her want to succumb to whatever whims he might have in store for her. But now that she's pretty much sober, her mind has a lot to say. And the main thing it wants to know is<i> how in the hell did this even start?</i> Katherine had long ago realized just how handsome Logan was. They spend way too much time together for her to not admit to herself that he might've grown rather attractive over the years. But she'd had an unspoken vow with her brother, that she felt was only respectful between the siblings. And that was to not have relationships, of any sexual kind, with her brother's friends. Meaning he'd do the same for her. But this? This stepped outside of every single one of those boundaries she'd set for herself.<i> God, but his hand on me. His lips. I don't want it to stop.</i> It felt right, as stupid and cliché as that statement sounded.​</div><i><div style="text-align: center">​</div></i><div style="text-align: center">"I am beyond sure," she hears herself saying. "That is... if you are?" Pushing up onto her elbow, she actually does turn to face him this time, but her backside stays firmly pressed to his front. Her hazel-hued irises focus on him, darkened by lust and the dimness of the room. "Because.. this can just be, like... your usual one-night-stand," she offers hesitantly. "We don't have to talk about this again. If you don't want. But... I do want you. Here. Now." The sultry velvet of her voice lowers as she speaks, her own hand lifting to gently caress the same jawline that'd been punched a few hours earlier. She accentuates her statement with a soft but grinding circle of her ass against him where he's still pressed close.​</div>