Redhawk Caldera [m] Clothes off

*makes references to past threads*

She sucked in a breath as he pulled himself on top of her, already anticipating his next actions. By this point, she knew him (and he knew her) so well, they rarely needed to adjust things once they got going. Apparently all this dirty talk had gotten him more riled up than usual, considering the way he went about things with so much gusto in his movements. And, to be perfectly fair, Fox responded with just as much enthusiasm. Unlike Peregrine, she was anything but a selfish lover, tossing out a heated groan here, a well-placed hip thrust there, and the occasional, "Oh, Taz!" when it was warranted.

Once or twice, she tried to picture Grimm somehow fitting into the situation, but Fox was always quickly drawn out of that imagery by Peregrine's, er... dong. She had a hard time believing that any girl could get her to these heights, but perhaps that's why she was so curious about it. If Grimm—or any lady, for that matter—could get her freak on, Fox was eager to learn how it could be done.