In the back of her mind, Faye knows what's supposed to happen, knows the act that most quickly endears her to most of the hunters that she's swindled after a night of so-called passion— toss her hair back, arch her back, make use of her curves. Somehow, today, she can't quite follow through. There's nothing graceful in the way that her hand drops to the nape of his neck, nails dragging against the skin. Nothing graceful about the shudder of her breath, or the way her muscles tense. "Fuck," she grits. "Fuck, Dean, I'm not gon—"
Shuddering, Faye leans back, feeling her hair snag against the uneven surface of the cool metal behind her and heat cooling over, under she shivers by the time the wave hits her toes. The cry which passes through her lips is so high, it's embarrassing, Faye biting roughly down on her lower lip to stifle it as best she can. When he doesn't stop, her head snaps back and forth, lips gasping for breath as she presses into the wall.
Swallowing thickly, her throat parched, Faye grabs a hold of his chin as best she can, coaxing his gaze up.
"Give me a kiss before I change my mind," she instructs him, voice sharp and insistent. No obscenities, no softening of her tone— it's an order, for all that her arms feel weak and her fingers still shake.
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Shuddering, Faye leans back, feeling her hair snag against the uneven surface of the cool metal behind her and heat cooling over, under she shivers by the time the wave hits her toes. The cry which passes through her lips is so high, it's embarrassing, Faye biting roughly down on her lower lip to stifle it as best she can. When he doesn't stop, her head snaps back and forth, lips gasping for breath as she presses into the wall.
Swallowing thickly, her throat parched, Faye grabs a hold of his chin as best she can, coaxing his gaze up.
"Give me a kiss before I change my mind," she instructs him, voice sharp and insistent. No obscenities, no softening of her tone— it's an order, for all that her arms feel weak and her fingers still shake.