[ he's glad that he can clean up the blood easily later--he doesn't want to replace the flooring, the furniture.
maybe she can taste the adrenaline spike in his blood as she rips into him, the endorphins. he sinks back to the couch, splayed on the cushions like he belongs there bleeding and thrashed.
each new pain slices through him sharply as she digs in deeper, exposing his abdominal muscles, his ribs beneath. he's ached for this pain for ages and she's giving it to him in spades.
she's sitting on his lap, and soon enough she'll notice just how much he likes the attention, but for now he's managing to hold back. the arm not attached to a mangled shoulder lifts, fingers carding through her hair with a surprising measure of affection before dropping again, fingers twitching slightly as his body processes the pain. ]
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maybe she can taste the adrenaline spike in his blood as she rips into him, the endorphins. he sinks back to the couch, splayed on the cushions like he belongs there bleeding and thrashed.
each new pain slices through him sharply as she digs in deeper, exposing his abdominal muscles, his ribs beneath. he's ached for this pain for ages and she's giving it to him in spades.
she's sitting on his lap, and soon enough she'll notice just how much he likes the attention, but for now he's managing to hold back. the arm not attached to a mangled shoulder lifts, fingers carding through her hair with a surprising measure of affection before dropping again, fingers twitching slightly as his body processes the pain. ]
Fuck.
[ it's breathed out, barely audible. ]