disassembling: (WS - Losing my grip)
тнє ωιηтєя ѕσℓ∂ιєя ([personal profile] disassembling) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2015-03-28 03:19 am (UTC)

[His palm stroked Steve's shoulder even as his mate pressed into it, though he knew by now that it was pointless. They had mingled all the blood that they could, and at the rate that Steve healed, he knew that it was over. The deed was still done, a new bond between them that not even HYDRA could take away, not anymore at least.

He pressed his hips forward, offering himself even as he held his submissive posture longer than he thought he could have. The bite sent a shiver down his spine followed with a groan of need.]
More please... let me feel...

[He shivered at those three meaningful words, ready to reply in kind before the words caught in his throat and choked him. How could he say such a thing when he didn't know for absolutely certain? His emotions had been beaten and torn apart, and those he had were often negative or confusing to deal with. He thrashed slightly on the bed, moving to roll away, hating himself for his failure. The Winter Soldier failed at nothing, yet here he was doing just that.] ...I can't... I don't know. Steve, I'm a shadow of who you knew...

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