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alsohawkeye) wrote2024-01-11 07:28 pm
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KATE BISHOP
KATE BISHOP
alsohawkeye) wrote2024-01-11 07:28 pm
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Kate has stopped talking, half out of distraction, half because if she is going to claim to be the best, the one who knows better what Johanna wants, she knows to shut up for a while before she's pressed her luck and gets told again. But she's not about to let Johanna forget she's there just because she's not speaking. It almost comes naturally, the assertion of her presence into Johanna's mind, almost like she's leaning against her, head on her shoulder, breathing in her ear. That's how Kate's imagining it, focused enough to sort of project it.
It helps that that's not all. Her hands slide down thighs, hook in and then up. One returns to her breast but the other remains, and she spreads two fingers in a vee and strokes around where Erik would be, if this were real for her, touch featherlight where she would be-- where Johanna is-- pulled taut around the thick of him. But there's nothing there for her, not really, however much she feels it, and Kate wonders--.
She's never been good at resisting curiosity. One finger dips in, and Johanna will feel it not just between her legs but on her own fingers, wet collecting on the tips where they're still clutched dry at Erik's forearm, then slick and hot to the first knuckle as Kate pushes two in, once and then again and curls them up toward her belly until she makes her own breath catch in a groan. ]
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It's an idea she likes. If she could fuck both of them at once, or be fucked by both--or both be fucked--whatever the order, or the arrangement, if it's anything like this, it'll be better than anything else.
If these are her fingers in Kate, then she's going to fuck her. And that makes the fingers in her push deeper, harder, right there with Erik's thrusts.Johanna's head lolls to the side, as if to seek to kiss Kate, find her with her mouth. Or Erik. Kiss Erik. She doesn't care. In the moment, there's very little that she cares about.]
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And then it makes her mad. Because Johanna doesn't care which of them it is she gets her mouth on, she is enjoying this most because it's both. Better than anything else means better than her alone, and that wasn't what Kate was aiming for here. She's not pitching a threesome, she's trying to win. And this, as insanely good as it feels, is not winning.
She draws her fingers out and sucks them clean, tongue curling around Johanna's knuckles, lips lingering around the ends, nothing subtle at all about the suggestion. But she's no contortionist and there are limits, which means it's time to try cheating.
She's been practicing manifesting all sorts of things, testing the bounds of her new ablities, and if some of those things happened to not be entirely practical... well, whatever. Sue her. For a moment Johanna will feel Kate's concentration slipping, not distraction but deliberate focus on something other than the sensations transmitted between them. And then a weird buzzing on the palm of her hand, and Kate back in force like a triumphant smirk. Surprise. (She strokes it across a nipple first before teasing it between her legs, not really enough but a demonstration of potential, a blatant grab for attention.) ]
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This is the best thing yet. For Erik, it might not actually be ruined--the tight clench could feel good, but it could feel wringing--and certainly the way that she's gripping at his arm won't feel good. She needs something to steady herself as she pushes her hips up, seeking more. It fucks her harder against Erik, and that's good, but that's not what she's looking for.
Single-minded now, her focus on that feeling, on the dual push between her legs, thumb and finger and the heat and buzz of this new pressure. It's impossible to think of anything but that now, and Kate with that. And she's angry, angry that Kate is doing this to her, distracting her in a way that feels almost like manipulation. Get out, but at the same time she can't deny the way that this feels. Nor can she deny that she wants to get revenge for this. Or that she wants, desperately, to finish, and not under Erik, not right now.]
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But Johanna is thinking about her, wanting her, and that's enough at least for the moment. She pushes the vibe back between their legs, traces aimless circles, the mindless desperation beginning to catch up with her, too.
Erik's thumb on their clit is good, but she drags the toy around and across it, waits to feel Johanna clench and moan and presses it where they need it most, holds it steady as her fingers numb, until she is teetering on the edge of orgasm, just waiting for Johanna to push her over, to come with her, and still that undercurrent of want in both their heads, the certainty that however good this is it won't be enough until she's here, for real. ]
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Vision blurred, it takes her a moment to realize that Kate isn't here, come over be here; the words echo in her head and she wants it, she wants Kate, every bit of her wants Kate, even though the weight of each of Erik's thrusts push her closer, it won't be as fast as with Kate--arched against the buzz of the vibrator, toes curled, fuck, and dimly she's aware that Erik is close, that each sharp hard push signals how close, but she can't wait, and this time when she clenches down it's almost cruel. Stop. Stop, and she shows her teeth, she pushes at him, but the feeling goes on, the pressure against her and a moan spills out from between her teeth, needy, wanting--]