musebox for Ashfae's minions

As if she can. As if she ever does. She clings to him, moving against his hand, her face buried in his shoulder. She should stop him perhaps, let him take her now where she aches for him, but this feels wonderful and she does not have the presence of mind--or the breath--to stop it. She bites at his shoulder, clenching around him and crying out, then comes undone all at once, gasping.