[Clawed fingers slide up along his spine, dragging up his shirt where her hands settle near the back of his neck: arms around his own, cheekbone set against his to keep him grounded through spent effort. It's his sweat peppered across her skin-- the heat of his breath that has her feeling hot-- as is the usual case in all things it'd be easier for them both if he'd just let let her do the heavy lifting.
But she's not complaining. She's not even close to it - though she is close when it comes to everything else.
And she steels herself with every breath against the livewire crackle of her own nerves because it's part of the routine. Because she's never given in without a fight and never bothered to make it seem like anything but.
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But she's not complaining. She's not even close to it - though she is close when it comes to everything else.
And she steels herself with every breath against the livewire crackle of her own nerves because it's part of the routine. Because she's never given in without a fight and never bothered to make it seem like anything but.
Besides, it's fun to make Jack get off first.]