[ Her neck cranes and her eyes roll to the ceiling before she closes them again. He doesn't fill her vision anymore, but his breath is in her ear, every little huff, and the air she swallows feels cold in comparison. There is something somewhat satisfying in the way the back of her head gets jostled against the wall.
The crackling tendril that winds around the base of her spine, her hips, pulls ever faster and more taut, and her nails claw first on his skin and then on his shirt. It's much sharper than she even means it to be, enough that she can foresee the marks on his back, but that consideration is beyond her now.
There's a belated realization that she's babbling, very little coming out other than ragged swearing on top of his name. ]
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The crackling tendril that winds around the base of her spine, her hips, pulls ever faster and more taut, and her nails claw first on his skin and then on his shirt. It's much sharper than she even means it to be, enough that she can foresee the marks on his back, but that consideration is beyond her now.
There's a belated realization that she's babbling, very little coming out other than ragged swearing on top of his name. ]