[It's a discussion that someone probably needs to have with her, but now definitely isn't the time. She doesn't realize that there's any sort of gathering either, the whole world is zeroed down to herself and Yamato, and the color of the floor that occasionally floats in and out of her sight.
The best gift, huh? She still doesn't know what she wants.]
All I want is -- you!
[It's kind of a - there's that song! 'All I want for Christmas is you'. Or whatever.
And to think that this is the last thing she says before orgasming - and there's definitely no keeping her quiet, he'd have to stuff her mouth with something to hope to shut her up, and it's another miracle entirely that her legs don't give out entirely. Every possible sensory overload is occurring, she's practically running a river down her legs and there's an endless stream out of noises to go along with the faintly pathetic sound of her clawing at the store's generic carpet.
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The best gift, huh? She still doesn't know what she wants.]
All I want is -- you!
[It's kind of a - there's that song! 'All I want for Christmas is you'. Or whatever.
And to think that this is the last thing she says before orgasming - and there's definitely no keeping her quiet, he'd have to stuff her mouth with something to hope to shut her up, and it's another miracle entirely that her legs don't give out entirely. Every possible sensory overload is occurring, she's practically running a river down her legs and there's an endless stream out of noises to go along with the faintly pathetic sound of her clawing at the store's generic carpet.
... Why is his dick so good? Dammit.]