[ Kate hisses, hips rolling forward so that she rubs herself up more against Tommy's hand. Her free hand's fingers curl on the sheets and she laughs, low and breathless. ]
God, Tommy. Just. Yes. Okay. Go.
[ She's trying not to think about the way she's trembling, because when she checks herself, it's not a bad kind of trembling. Nerves, yes. But good ones. The kind that come from weeks of spending time with Tommy, of wondering what it would be like if she let him in and let herself go. ]
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God, Tommy. Just. Yes. Okay. Go.
[ She's trying not to think about the way she's trembling, because when she checks herself, it's not a bad kind of trembling. Nerves, yes. But good ones. The kind that come from weeks of spending time with Tommy, of wondering what it would be like if she let him in and let herself go. ]