Screencaps - Malia Tate/Hale {These were all made by me so give credit if used}
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it’s progress
happy birthday, hayleyatwells!
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trust your instincts
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I’m just as fucked up as they say
I can’t fake the daytime
Found an entrance to escape into the dark
Got false lights for the sun
It’s an artificial nocturne
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“The kids won’t know, but all of our friends certainly will,” she replied with a chuckle before moving her lips along his neck, nipping here and there. Her back still curved and her thighs in his grip, Sloane locked her ankles around him while her hands continued clutching him against her.
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As Clark intended, Sloane cried out for him, and she even arched her back in response. One hand moved down his back, nails leaving puffy red lines in their wake, while the other remained in his hair to pull him against her. His lips working on her neck evoked a purr in the back of her throat.
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A puff of air passed over her lips as he pulled her even tighter against him. She chuckled breathily and shook her head. “I don’t think we need to push our luck..”
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Despite herself, she moaned and tipped her head back. “Impressive..” It hadn’t been the first time he’d summoned a moan from her so early, but it had been a while. Sloane rolled her neck downward so she could catch his eye and smirk at him. “Trying for a fourth kid, are you?” she teased.
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Sloane hadn’t been expecting Clark to move so quickly, and she reacted sharply by biting down on his lip and hissing at the act. Of course, after years of being with Clark, the two had fallen into a familiar pattern, and apart from the location, this was no different. Her hands slid up his chest and neck to tangle her fingers in his hair, and she rolled her hips against him.
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Sloane simply hummed against his lips in reply, too caught up in the moment to really respond. She stripped his belt off and tossed it to the side with the other discarded garments. With her legs swung on either side of his hips, her hands fell between them to work on his trousers.
The chill air of the night had gently stung his now-bare torso. Now aware of the situation, he gave a nod. “Right..They can even come looking for us and even ruin this..No time to waste.”
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In a flurry of hands and clothes, Sloane pushed his shirt and dress coat off then huffed at him in mock annoyance. “I’ve learned to manage our time wisely since the kids came along. And most of the time, there is no time.”
Clark had smiled into the kiss, nodding to her, his arms lifting her whole dress off of her. “Just to hear you squirm. Your impatience to this sort of thing makes me happy.”
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Sloane let out a groan. “I thought we were past the teasing stage,” she said, her hands working to unbutton his shirt.
A slight smirk befell him before pressing against her lips, hands continuing to trail up her dress, only to break way for a moment. “We never do.”
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