[She laughs, breathlessly, at his answer, the sound dying into another sigh when his levin reaches further than it had before, the heat surprising her more than she cares to admit in the moment. It makes her hips press to his, fingers curling, her back arching further into the feel of the spark. She can feel the tension starting to build, the air filled with the smell of ozone, and each ribbon of purple light sends another jolt all the way down to settle at her thighs.
She absolutely despises the way that he's always able to her so easily.
Even more than that, she despises the way that these feelings that have built over the course of the afternoon makes this almost an effortless endeavour for him, with the way her stomach flutters and her chest burns with that longing that he put there when he'd taken her hand on the other side of that door.]
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She absolutely despises the way that he's always able to her so easily.
Even more than that, she despises the way that these feelings that have built over the course of the afternoon makes this almost an effortless endeavour for him, with the way her stomach flutters and her chest burns with that longing that he put there when he'd taken her hand on the other side of that door.]
And when will I get my turn?