[ It's something she understands full well, that overwhelming need to just be filled, to be fucked — but it feels like it comes on even harder with this weird energy running through the ship, slamming into them without warning, leaving them desperate and needy and sometimes just taking the situation into their own hands, literally. Wynonna's never seen this other woman before in her life, but then again, an anonymous hookup has never stopped her before, so why would it now?
And there's almost nothing that feels as good as when she slides her fingers in fast and crooks them and earns that sharp gasp from above, prompting a slightly crooked grin from her mouth as she leans in to graze her teeth against the vulnerable arch of that throat once the other woman's chin tips up. ]
You want it harder than that? [ She's panting too, if for no other reason than it feels fucking hot to do this, but the answer doesn't come — at least not in words, anyway, and she meets that kiss head-on, veers into it hungrily, lets their tongues tangle as she curves her wrist and starts to thrust with a steadier, purposeful rhythm, feeling slick against the heel of her hand that's got nothing to do with the shower they're in. ]
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And there's almost nothing that feels as good as when she slides her fingers in fast and crooks them and earns that sharp gasp from above, prompting a slightly crooked grin from her mouth as she leans in to graze her teeth against the vulnerable arch of that throat once the other woman's chin tips up. ]
You want it harder than that? [ She's panting too, if for no other reason than it feels fucking hot to do this, but the answer doesn't come — at least not in words, anyway, and she meets that kiss head-on, veers into it hungrily, lets their tongues tangle as she curves her wrist and starts to thrust with a steadier, purposeful rhythm, feeling slick against the heel of her hand that's got nothing to do with the shower they're in. ]