[Johanna is not very good at waiting her turn. Not when there's no merit in waiting, anyways. Right now the merit is in her determination to enjoy this, no matter psychic voyeurism or selfishness. It isn't quite that at first, anyways, not even with that first deeper push, forceful enough that she loses her laugh, pushes her hips up a little as she tightens her grip on his neck, his mouth warm on her, the prickle of gooseflesh on bare skin, and then--
Nothing. Johanna stares up at the ceiling. A huff of breath against the top of his head, blunt fingernails pricked into the back of his neck.
She puts up with it a moment longer. The thrust of him against her, in her, sharp angle of hips. One leg hooked on him, her other foot braced against the side of the library table. This should be better than it is, and, irritated, she sets her teeth together and pointedly pushes her hips up against the next thrust of his hips, interrupting the rhythm. Her fingernails prick deeper at the same moment. Hey, and also: behave. He might be unaware that selfishness is getting points off, but here's his cue.]
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Nothing. Johanna stares up at the ceiling. A huff of breath against the top of his head, blunt fingernails pricked into the back of his neck.
She puts up with it a moment longer. The thrust of him against her, in her, sharp angle of hips. One leg hooked on him, her other foot braced against the side of the library table. This should be better than it is, and, irritated, she sets her teeth together and pointedly pushes her hips up against the next thrust of his hips, interrupting the rhythm. Her fingernails prick deeper at the same moment. Hey, and also: behave. He might be unaware that selfishness is getting points off, but here's his cue.]