[ Andy's being selfish — basking in the way it feels to have his clever mouth between her thighs, letting that feeling carve away the sharp edge that the last fight left her with. That first finger slides inside her easy as sin, just a little distraction from the attention he's paying to her clit — that damn teasing pressure, keeping her on the edge and looking for more.
She can feel the low noise he makes as much as that second finger when it presses inside, and both make her tense up with want, her body tightening down around his fingers as her own hand tightens in his hair. ]
Harder. [ The angle must be good, because she lets her head fall back against the wall behind her, baring that bloody throat as a rough, breathless sound escapes her. ] Come on, Poe — harder.
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She can feel the low noise he makes as much as that second finger when it presses inside, and both make her tense up with want, her body tightening down around his fingers as her own hand tightens in his hair. ]
Harder. [ The angle must be good, because she lets her head fall back against the wall behind her, baring that bloody throat as a rough, breathless sound escapes her. ] Come on, Poe — harder.