[ His fingers choke her, and it's not a thread, it's a comfort. One she shudders with, lets her feel barely kept in the hurricane of skin and thought. He can hold her, he likes to pretend he has to control, least of all of her. It lets her ebb and flow, her eyes closing, her hands slipping to settle on his chest, palms flat and her legs coming up either side of his hips.
She doesn't need to look at him after all, she can feel him. Shaking - what did Moxxi call it? Like a sinner in church. First taste is the worst, is the best. Is the most unforgiving on the body because it's power without control. ]
I thought you wanted me over my head.
[ She never got to enjoy eridium, not like Lilith did, that raw surge of power, what it's like to hold something in her fingers and know it's just flesh and water and so many pieces ready to blow apart if she just looked at him too hard, and he calls her bitch and she open mouth sighed on the word. ]
(I'm waiting.)
[ and her laughter is rich and full of light as her body presses into him where she can feel his hunger. something she feeds because here is the - centre of the centre, middle of the middle, where she's split right down the core of a devouring planet: it's been years in the nest, but it has never stopped. hunger and hunger and hunger. takes and takes and takes. Junkie scratching at her skin on something that would never feel this good. ]
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She doesn't need to look at him after all, she can feel him. Shaking - what did Moxxi call it? Like a sinner in church. First taste is the worst, is the best. Is the most unforgiving on the body because it's power without control. ]
I thought you wanted me over my head.
[ She never got to enjoy eridium, not like Lilith did, that raw surge of power, what it's like to hold something in her fingers and know it's just flesh and water and so many pieces ready to blow apart if she just looked at him too hard, and he calls her bitch and she open mouth sighed on the word. ]
( I'm waiting. )
[ and her laughter is rich and full of light as her body presses into him where she can feel his hunger. something she feeds because here is the - centre of the centre, middle of the middle, where she's split right down the core of a devouring planet: it's been years in the nest, but it has never stopped. hunger and hunger and hunger. takes and takes and takes. Junkie scratching at her skin on something that would never feel this good. ]