[ 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.
[Her answer comes in her own breath out at that contact--half a moan itself, bitten back behind clenched teeth--and the rock of her hips, forward, presses her against even that slight contact, better than nothing, but Kate can do better. The thrust of her own fingers pushes a little deeper with that movement, in kind, and she laughs, again from between her teeth--]
Oh, I'm into this.
[Especially this mutual thing. So into this.]
I wouldn't pretend.
[Emotions, relationships, whatever. This is good. Now shut up, Kate, an she fixes her mouth to her throat again, taking further advantage of the tilt of her head, as she works her fingers in and out of her, as she twists to get more in return.]
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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.
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Oh, I'm into this.
[Especially this mutual thing. So into this.]
I wouldn't pretend.
[Emotions, relationships, whatever. This is good. Now shut up, Kate, an she fixes her mouth to her throat again, taking further advantage of the tilt of her head, as she works her fingers in and out of her, as she twists to get more in return.]