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Kate Bishop ([personal profile] alsohawkeye) wrote 2015-07-26 01:32 am (UTC)

[ Kate's mind doesn't get any less tangled but the strands jump into focus, like pulling open a panel to find wiring in bright primary colors, easily distinguishable.

The brush-off, the fact that it's Erik, the spite that comes through: they're met with irritation, a surge of it coiled closely up with jealousy. That's sudden and sour and guilty and because she definitely doesn't know; this is kind of exactly how she imagines Johanna thinks about her, too. It stings and she hates it, hates that she feels it, hates even more that Johanna might be able to feel it now, too, and she can't shove it away fast enough. She hates it even more than she hates when Johanna moves her hips like that and she feels every last millimeter of cock like it's her stretched around him and that her first thought is god I almost forgot how good that feels.

Disgust chases it more than embarrassment, and then something a lot like Johanna's own determination. Fuck you, Johanna Mason. Maybe in the fun way. Kate doesn't know how to go away so if she's so set on enjoying herself it can either be because of Kate or despite her, her choice. ]

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