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KATE BISHOP

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[axeyou]

[Her reaction--amplified by how close she is, by Erik's tellingly harder rougher thrusts, by the wash of feeling that she gets back from Kate, her own but different--and now this, buzz and pressure, and Johanna reacts so loudly it's almost obscene. A loud moan like no other, high and full of need--a clench, deep in her, yes, it's on her lips. The ghost of the feeling trembles somewhere in her, on her breast and then down, and God, she moans again, as everything in her leaps and clenches.

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.]

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate is looking forward to her revenge, that much comes through clearly. That's usually fun all on its own and this new power opens up even more possibilities. Her head is full of them, a shuddery thrill at all the ways Johanna could fuck her if she'd just come over already. That comes through too, come over come over be here, like a less articulate litany woven through everything else.

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. ]

[axeyou]

[She's so close, she can feel how close she is--and Kate, too, in the same moment, both of them on that edge, together. Breathless, panting, chasing every second of that feeling with the way she pushes her hips up, seeking more--the sensation of the press of Erik's thumb, numbing maddening vibration that makes it better, worse, better--

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--]