[She can picture Kate's face exactly, a smirk that she's often seen. Sometimes she hates it; sometimes it makes her want to push Kate down on the floor, straddle her, forcibly wipe that smirk off her face. Sometimes the two reactions are tangled into one.
Right now, it's more than tangled. Frustration and irritation and arousal and God, it's so good. The rake of Kate's fingernails, the press of her thumbs--it coincides with Erik's thrust back into her, with the pressure of his thumb, on her clit. Like three hands on her, even as she's getting fucked, and the trail of tingling sensation. Johanna's moan is louder this time, vocal. Like she gets with Kate, sometimes.
When she grips at Erik's forearm, pulls herself against him--more, like she always demands--she's gripping at Kate, too, in her head, however this is happening. Angry but pleased, still demanding. Dug in, or more like dug into, and she's not leaving but she's not pushing Kate away, either, or denying what she's saying. The broad press of Erik's thumb; the light touch of Kate's fingers.]
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Right now, it's more than tangled. Frustration and irritation and arousal and God, it's so good. The rake of Kate's fingernails, the press of her thumbs--it coincides with Erik's thrust back into her, with the pressure of his thumb, on her clit. Like three hands on her, even as she's getting fucked, and the trail of tingling sensation. Johanna's moan is louder this time, vocal. Like she gets with Kate, sometimes.
When she grips at Erik's forearm, pulls herself against him--more, like she always demands--she's gripping at Kate, too, in her head, however this is happening. Angry but pleased, still demanding. Dug in, or more like dug into, and she's not leaving but she's not pushing Kate away, either, or denying what she's saying. The broad press of Erik's thumb; the light touch of Kate's fingers.]