[Eponine's lost in a haze of feeling. Annie's teeth on her breast, giving it that familiar, dull ache is intense but so pleasurable she wants to grab Annie's hair and push her closer, bite down harder.The way Anniesticks her fingers beneath Eponine's skirt, fingering her without ado, makes Eponine gasp again. She's wet, but not as much as Annie would like and the rough tease to her clit makes her moan and arch her back, offering her pussy to Annie. Her hands leave Annie's ass to clutch the hay bales and support her. The way she's being touched is so familiar but with delicate, soft fingers, it feels so different, so delicious. Somewhere she's registering that this is about her and her pleasure and nobody else's, a completely foreign and scary concept. But it's too late. She nods to Annie's question.]
I - I understand.
[She doesn't, not really. But it doesn't matter. She can find out later what it means.]
Mark me. Make me hurt. Show 'em I'm yours. Be better than a god, Annie.
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Date: 2023-05-06 05:48 am (UTC)I - I understand.
[She doesn't, not really. But it doesn't matter. She can find out later what it means.]
Mark me. Make me hurt. Show 'em I'm yours. Be better than a god, Annie.