[ Kate would argue what's in Johanna's head-- they could go home, they could remember. Nobody knows for sure, and Kate's done more inter-universal travel than probably anyone here. It's possible. Maybe not likely but possible, and she'll hold to that as long as she can. She might argue what Johanna's said, too, or have some cute retort that sidesteps it, but then Johanna curls her hand and the edge of her smirk is lost, mouth dropping open as eyes close. For once the sound she makes isn't half-laugh or half-protest or half-anything, just pure moan and it lingers in her throat when she speaks. ]
Yes. That's right.
[ She's being selfish today, no effort made to touch Johanna except to hold on, even with her naked in her lap. But she drops a hand now and drags a knuckle between her legs when she says: ]
You would, too. Don't pretend you're not just as into this.
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Yes. That's right.
[ She's being selfish today, no effort made to touch Johanna except to hold on, even with her naked in her lap. But she drops a hand now and drags a knuckle between her legs when she says: ]
You would, too. Don't pretend you're not just as into this.