[This. Something carnal and pleasurable, something like affection with aspects of control. Whatever this is, it's winning the award for Johanna's longest lasting relationship, even if she would never define it that way. She doesn't want relationships. She wants the heat of Kate pressed against her, the press of her fingertips and the arch of her hips. Bitching at her even when she's fucking her.
Johanna laughs, bitter, a little numb, her lips brushing over the bruise that's already rising in the wake of her kiss.]
During sex.
[Amused and pleased. They don't get to remember, if they go home. (They don't go home.) Before Kate can come at her with something contradictory, Johanna arches her wrist just a little more, digging in with her thumb, and neatly slips two fingers into Kate as she does. It's easy; she likes that it's easy. Any minute now, they will have to go to the medbay. She considers leaving Kate, just like this, not finishing her--but she likes to watch her finish. Next time, unless they all die. Totally possible, like always.]
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Johanna laughs, bitter, a little numb, her lips brushing over the bruise that's already rising in the wake of her kiss.]
During sex.
[Amused and pleased. They don't get to remember, if they go home. (They don't go home.) Before Kate can come at her with something contradictory, Johanna arches her wrist just a little more, digging in with her thumb, and neatly slips two fingers into Kate as she does. It's easy; she likes that it's easy. Any minute now, they will have to go to the medbay. She considers leaving Kate, just like this, not finishing her--but she likes to watch her finish. Next time, unless they all die. Totally possible, like always.]
Tell me that's right. I know it.