<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> En route to a gang bang<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>She felt weightless, elevated - and not only because a generous portion if her weight was being carried by the tight fist buried in her hair.  Her mouth was claimed in a harsh echo of the embrace she'd offered. Her tongue rolled and hips swayed responsively, like a novice dancer in the arms of a seasoned instructor whose lesson ended all too abruptly.<br/><br/>The ache in her knees, that would undoubtedly bruise, barely registered hen held against the sting of what she could only interpret as a rejection - or at the very least, a stern physical reminder as to her place (both literal and metaphoric) in Dom's proposed arrangement. There had been reason why she had always held Dom in contempt above all the others, and she could only hope that realization, despite her "stalling" would never dawn on him. There were<em>some</em>benefits in his being a waste-bred war machine, after all - the likelihood her peculiar logic was beyond him among them.<br/><br/>The soft curve of her cheek rested against the thigh of his pants throughout the moment she was offered. She had been foolish, and was consequentially grappling with her first taste of heartache, but the diminutive academic had never been one for dramatic displays. She had only those fleeting second to grieve what could have been, bury it, and move on. She smiled inwardly through the sense of loss, angling her head so that his touch traveling her cheek would reach her lips.<br/><br/>She could have savored the security there indefinitely, but his gravely reminder sobered her to the inevitability  her inaction had to draw to an end. With gaze cast to the floor, she moved for her shirt in a maneuver that would undoubtedly decimate her life expectancy. There was more dignity to be had in resigning to the life of a communal cum dumpster then willingly debasing herself in pursuit of some juvenile fantasy.