[ Kate is definitely enjoying it, but she is not about to shut up, not now when she's seen-- felt-- exactly how much effect she can have. She likes it, and she's angry, too. It's easier to be angry than jealous, easier to reconcile it with the stories they've told about what this is between them, easier to keep from getting bogged down in adolescent navel-gazing bullshit like why am I never enough for anyone.
Maybe she never gets to be the only but she can be damn sure she's the best.
Why would I stop now? Kate asks, rhetorical punctuated with similar treatment of her other nipple, this time going sharp again after the softer swipe before she lets go. She rakes nails down her ribs to hips, presses thumbs in beneath the bone. We both know it's better with me. You can be there with him if you want but it's me you're going to think about when you come. Just for a second she turns even more smug, til Johanna can probably picture the way her smirk would curl, the dark angle of her brows. In case you didn't already. ]
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Maybe she never gets to be the only but she can be damn sure she's the best.
Why would I stop now? Kate asks, rhetorical punctuated with similar treatment of her other nipple, this time going sharp again after the softer swipe before she lets go. She rakes nails down her ribs to hips, presses thumbs in beneath the bone. We both know it's better with me. You can be there with him if you want but it's me you're going to think about when you come. Just for a second she turns even more smug, til Johanna can probably picture the way her smirk would curl, the dark angle of her brows. In case you didn't already. ]