[ This is a situation of her own making. She did this. Years ago, when they were still in school, that brief moment in time where they tried being more than friends — and she couldn't face the intensity of her own feelings, even then. Back when things were simple. When all they had to worry about was exams and Quidditch practice. When nobody had a duty that might kill them. Back then, she was the one that broke things off. The one that said it would never work that way between them. That he couldn't say he loved her if he wanted her to stay.
So she's the one that has to ignore that unbidden tightening in her chest when she hears the slight sneer in his voice. She doesn't get to be hurt by it, not over a stupid joke — and not after all the times she's lashed out at him for the same damn thing. It's almost a relief — the distraction of that abrupt, hard thrust. She exhales harshly, gripping the edge of the tub tighter as he starts to pound her deep — giving her that rough pleasure instead of the tenderness from minutes before. Something that bordered too close to making love for comfort.
This is better. Easier. Even if it's not what either of them really wants, deep down. She won't think too hard about it. Instead, she wraps one arm around his shoulders, digging her fingers into skin and a few sparse feathers as she rocks her hips to meet him in a relentless pace, riding him hard as water spills out onto the tile all around them. ]
Don't stop. [ It's a harsh little whisper. ] Don't fucking stop.
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So she's the one that has to ignore that unbidden tightening in her chest when she hears the slight sneer in his voice. She doesn't get to be hurt by it, not over a stupid joke — and not after all the times she's lashed out at him for the same damn thing. It's almost a relief — the distraction of that abrupt, hard thrust. She exhales harshly, gripping the edge of the tub tighter as he starts to pound her deep — giving her that rough pleasure instead of the tenderness from minutes before. Something that bordered too close to making love for comfort.
This is better. Easier. Even if it's not what either of them really wants, deep down. She won't think too hard about it. Instead, she wraps one arm around his shoulders, digging her fingers into skin and a few sparse feathers as she rocks her hips to meet him in a relentless pace, riding him hard as water spills out onto the tile all around them. ]
Don't stop. [ It's a harsh little whisper. ] Don't fucking stop.