It was a phrase that should have been familiar to her by now. Even in the gaps that he didn't remember, when he supposedly continued to exist in this time and this place, he repeated it to everyone. I don't want to. No. No, you can't make me. I don't need to.
I don't want to.
What Aomine did want to do was take a deep, uneven breath and then grasp the fabric of her top in his hands. There were buttons, but he had no confidence he'd be able to deal with them. Rather than bother, he pulled until the hem of her tip was free of her skirt, and then slips his hands down underneath it. His fingers practically rushed up her skin, his heart kicking up to an incredible tempo the longer this went on without being stopped. Excitement was bubbling in him, hot as his fever had been, and when he found the cups of her bra, it was easy to work his fingers beneath them and feel the swell of her tits and then, just as quickly, the warm texture of her nipples.
"Shit," he whispered, deeply shaken, but it was too late now. He was acting, he was panting lightly against her hair, and even though he had no fucking clue what he was doing, what he had said before remained true.
"I'm not going."
What he was going to do instead was nuzzle against the back of her neck, looking for skin, and leaving a kiss there when he found it.
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Date: 2016-04-03 01:11 am (UTC)It was a phrase that should have been familiar to her by now. Even in the gaps that he didn't remember, when he supposedly continued to exist in this time and this place, he repeated it to everyone. I don't want to. No. No, you can't make me. I don't need to.
I don't want to.
What Aomine did want to do was take a deep, uneven breath and then grasp the fabric of her top in his hands. There were buttons, but he had no confidence he'd be able to deal with them. Rather than bother, he pulled until the hem of her tip was free of her skirt, and then slips his hands down underneath it. His fingers practically rushed up her skin, his heart kicking up to an incredible tempo the longer this went on without being stopped. Excitement was bubbling in him, hot as his fever had been, and when he found the cups of her bra, it was easy to work his fingers beneath them and feel the swell of her tits and then, just as quickly, the warm texture of her nipples.
"Shit," he whispered, deeply shaken, but it was too late now. He was acting, he was panting lightly against her hair, and even though he had no fucking clue what he was doing, what he had said before remained true.
"I'm not going."
What he was going to do instead was nuzzle against the back of her neck, looking for skin, and leaving a kiss there when he found it.