( the water rises in steam above them, not hot enough to burn, but still hot enough that he feels like he's reeling, lightheaded from the rush of sensation between his thighs searing through him — and, bloody hell, it's fucking incredible. it's almost enough just to have her wet her fingers, coating them with his own slickness, but then her fingers slide into him and he can't help the surprised little gasp that escapes his throat, his grip tightening involuntarily against her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh almost hard enough to bruise. the force of it drags her closer as his back hits the wet shower wall, his hips bucking forward into her hand, his head thrown back, teeth dragging hard across his lower lip.
and then her thumb passes over his clit, drawing a surprisingly high-pitched moan from somewhere deep in his chest. he's never been bothered by being vocal and now is no exception, it's just a bit odd to not quite recognize his own voice. still, the feeling of her fingers inside him outweighs most of the weirdness of the situation, the loudest thought in his head being more. )
Fuck — yes. ( which is all he can seem to manage, whiny and needy, before he dives forward again, messily capturing her mouth, his tongue darting out between her lips. )
[ 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 then her thumb passes over his clit, drawing a surprisingly high-pitched moan from somewhere deep in his chest. he's never been bothered by being vocal and now is no exception, it's just a bit odd to not quite recognize his own voice. still, the feeling of her fingers inside him outweighs most of the weirdness of the situation, the loudest thought in his head being more. )
Fuck — yes. ( which is all he can seem to manage, whiny and needy, before he dives forward again, messily capturing her mouth, his tongue darting out between her lips. )
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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. ]