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all_inclusive2016-03-03 08:22 pm
71st_victor) wrote in all_inclusive2016-03-03 08:22 pm
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I want you bad
She's starting to get twitchy.
Generally, it's not like Johanna ever goes for a very long drought without getting what she wants. She's secure in her body, aggressive, and back home, just famous enough that one look could get her into bed with any man she likes. Here, though, it's not as easy. She's not so easily recognized and when she's as aggressive as she usually is to get what she wants, it gets met with shyness or nerves or a general rebuff.
It's starting to make her twitchy and Johanna gets violent pretty quickly after. It means her axe is going to find something to get embedded in if she can't find someone to make her sweat and scream soon. If she can't do it horizontally, she's going for next best thing, which is why she's coming back from a ten mile run around the grounds, panting and glistening and feeling her heart racing. It's not exactly what she wants, but it's not a bad distraction for now.
Grabbing a towel, she wipes the sweat from her forehead as she spots a figure on the horizon, grinning a little wider. "Even better," she notes to herself, "the kind of distraction I could grow to like."
She licks her lips and runs the towel over her neck as she squints, trying to get a better view of who's approaching, but she already knows that it'll be better than running laps. Maybe today's the day she stops being so twitchy, after all. Her luck's got to start changing sometime.
Generally, it's not like Johanna ever goes for a very long drought without getting what she wants. She's secure in her body, aggressive, and back home, just famous enough that one look could get her into bed with any man she likes. Here, though, it's not as easy. She's not so easily recognized and when she's as aggressive as she usually is to get what she wants, it gets met with shyness or nerves or a general rebuff.
It's starting to make her twitchy and Johanna gets violent pretty quickly after. It means her axe is going to find something to get embedded in if she can't find someone to make her sweat and scream soon. If she can't do it horizontally, she's going for next best thing, which is why she's coming back from a ten mile run around the grounds, panting and glistening and feeling her heart racing. It's not exactly what she wants, but it's not a bad distraction for now.
Grabbing a towel, she wipes the sweat from her forehead as she spots a figure on the horizon, grinning a little wider. "Even better," she notes to herself, "the kind of distraction I could grow to like."
She licks her lips and runs the towel over her neck as she squints, trying to get a better view of who's approaching, but she already knows that it'll be better than running laps. Maybe today's the day she stops being so twitchy, after all. Her luck's got to start changing sometime.
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"Only if you plan to disappoint me," is her honest, bared answer, digging her fingers into his shoulder to get a better grip, bending her head over to suck a mark into his neck when the prospect of leaving marks appeals to her so very much. If he has to walk around hiding it, then so be it.
And if he lets it stay visible, then even better.
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"Going to mark me up from one end to the other?"
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Jon sunk his teeth into her shoulder as a response, bucking his hips up underneath her. This was an outlet for a stress he didn't know that he carried and as random as it was, he hoped it could happen again and again.
For now, though, he was content to live in the moment.
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She wraps her arm around his neck to shift her angle, working to ride a little slower and prolong the feeling, clenching around him as she slides her fingers through his hair, pleased and determined, refusing to let anything stop her from enjoying this.
"Can you still think?" she gets out breathlessly. "If you can, we're not doing enough."
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"No," he said, splaying his hand against her lower back as he thrust up into her. He couldn't think, not past the next good sensation.
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That soft little sound didn't seem to match anything else about what he had seen with her and it was enough to push Jon over the edge himself, chasing after her climax with his own. When he finished, he kissed her just below her ear, a soft little sensation after everything had been frenzied.
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Letting out a relieved exhalation, she sinks down one last time before prying herself up and off, settling beside him in the water. She feels boneless and sated, the angry buzz in the back of her mind shutting up enough to let her focus.
"Not bad," she assesses, even if it had been plenty more than 'not bad'. "I might just keep you around."