Redhawk Caldera Year in review [m]

Awkward sex is hilarious sex.

Fox laughed openly with the image of her being legless, Peregrine still wildly humping against her. Truthfully, she'd rather be dead than useless, and she couldn't exactly be useful with no legs. If that happened, she would get so fat and become a giant, stinking mess. "Gross," she thought, scrunching her nose at the prospect. She couldn't promise the same. Fox was far too practical for that. Although Peregrine only having one eye probably wouldn't be that bad. Might give him that rough and tumble look that she'd always been crazy for.

When he ordered her (with motions, not words) to the ground, moving her around in whatever way he pleased, Fox gave him a dubious look. There was no way this could work, right? She was apprehensive, to say the least, and when he finally managed to wiggle his way on top of (and into) her, she winced. “Perry—” she broke off, her breath caught in her throat, “That is so uncomfortable.” Fox gritted her teeth, trying to wriggle free or readjust herself so it at least wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't painful, per se, it just put pressure on all the wrong things, causing it to be the least sexy thing in her book.