[ Eh. That's a lie, Kate is enjoying it, enough that for that moment, from hips lifted to irritation, there's nothing else in her head in Johanna's head but phantom secondhand pleasure, reveling in the sensation enough to make the answer obvious if Johanna's ever wondered whether Kate's had men of her own since they started.
But that irritation jerks her back out of her distraction, hers and Johanna's and theirs, and sure, it's good, but. I would do this better. The thought comes through clear, not just the impression of presence, her feelings bleeding in, but almost like Kate whispering in her ear. You know I would. Just how you like it and none of this selfish bullshit. Can you feel what I feel right now, too?
She doesn't wait for an answer, but pinches a nipple hard, tight pressure and then a gentle stroke and a graze of her nail, rough with just that little hint of sweet. It's not not what Kate likes, but it's a lot more like what she does. ]
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But that irritation jerks her back out of her distraction, hers and Johanna's and theirs, and sure, it's good, but. I would do this better. The thought comes through clear, not just the impression of presence, her feelings bleeding in, but almost like Kate whispering in her ear. You know I would. Just how you like it and none of this selfish bullshit. Can you feel what I feel right now, too?
She doesn't wait for an answer, but pinches a nipple hard, tight pressure and then a gentle stroke and a graze of her nail, rough with just that little hint of sweet. It's not not what Kate likes, but it's a lot more like what she does. ]