[ Jinx wants to know him blind, mapping his face beneath her fingertips, the hard angles of his jaw, the tender skin beneath his wounded eye. His fingers span her spine in turn, bones made more prominent by death, deterioration. She swears she can feel it — him, as he was and is, flush against her. Returned to her place in his lap, his groans ringing in her ears (disappointed in her, no, not this time—). Her tongue licks until she memorises the shape of his mouth and prick of his teeth, a reminder of her own, aching to bite down. Her canine catches his lip, the urge impossible to deny — especially for Jinx, who so rarely inhibits herself — and she whimpers in his mouth. Please galvanises her, a shot of Shimmer to her jugular. ]
Silco. [ That’s all there is for her. Maybe all there’s ever been. An army of two, so close as to become one, especially now. Pulses syncing, sighs reverberating in her marrow. Felicia’s girl, remade in his image. His attitude, his outrage, his brilliance. She cries without knowing why, grieving him despite having him. ]
Silco. I have to —
[ Take more. One hand skids down his chest, quick to take his cock in hand with a deft twist of her wrist. She’s good with them; he knows that, and maybe he’s even wondered if she’d use them like this. The thought makes her shiver, hips hitching in his lap. It’s a wonder, besides, to have him like this, the heft and shape of him imprinted on her palm. Hard for her. Wet for her, thumb swiping over the tip. ]
no subject
Silco. [ That’s all there is for her. Maybe all there’s ever been. An army of two, so close as to become one, especially now. Pulses syncing, sighs reverberating in her marrow. Felicia’s girl, remade in his image. His attitude, his outrage, his brilliance. She cries without knowing why, grieving him despite having him. ]
Silco. I have to —
[ Take more. One hand skids down his chest, quick to take his cock in hand with a deft twist of her wrist. She’s good with them; he knows that, and maybe he’s even wondered if she’d use them like this. The thought makes her shiver, hips hitching in his lap. It’s a wonder, besides, to have him like this, the heft and shape of him imprinted on her palm. Hard for her. Wet for her, thumb swiping over the tip. ]
I need you.