[ One of the few things that doesn't stick to anything is her necklace, the tooth hanging down and swaying, bouncing repeatedly off her sternum. Like its Horizon counterpart, she almost never takes it off; the last time was in February, when she used it as something to keep her mind ground while Wanda tried to fix her. Something she had to make it back to herself for.
He touches her and she cries out, immediately grinding into his hand. Sweat slides along the curves of her hips, down into the creases of her thighs meeting her body. Her head begins to fill with static, fuzzy and soft, visible in the black of her eyelids snapping shut. Everything sounds distant as her blood rushes in her ears.
Her hand curls against his chest, nails digging in. The leaden heat in the pit of her stomach coils. ]
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He touches her and she cries out, immediately grinding into his hand. Sweat slides along the curves of her hips, down into the creases of her thighs meeting her body. Her head begins to fill with static, fuzzy and soft, visible in the black of her eyelids snapping shut. Everything sounds distant as her blood rushes in her ears.
Her hand curls against his chest, nails digging in. The leaden heat in the pit of her stomach coils. ]