[Her brief daze leaves her focusing somewhere over his shoulder--but when he shifts, she feels it; she blinks as she focuses on him. Easy to do, considering the sheer weight and general very filling presence of him. Also not so easy to focus, if he only knew, but--
Well, he's not exactly wrong. But he's not right, either, and Johanna actually laughs. If it's emasculating, it's only really by accident. Her amusement is genuine, like she doesn't know, but her fingers--slid down now to the back of his neck--tighten, to pull him back.]
Shut up.
[A little breathless, and a little--almost--fond. Determination sets in on her next, insistent in the way that she pulls at him, circles her hips to resume that rhythm--a move that makes even her feel raw and her breath shudders, then. But her intent to keep enjoying this is still clear, so: continue.]
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Well, he's not exactly wrong. But he's not right, either, and Johanna actually laughs. If it's emasculating, it's only really by accident. Her amusement is genuine, like she doesn't know, but her fingers--slid down now to the back of his neck--tighten, to pull him back.]
Shut up.
[A little breathless, and a little--almost--fond. Determination sets in on her next, insistent in the way that she pulls at him, circles her hips to resume that rhythm--a move that makes even her feel raw and her breath shudders, then. But her intent to keep enjoying this is still clear, so: continue.]