[Weak, she calls him, and his mouth wants to contort into a sneer. Nobody calls him that and gets away with it. Nobody-- Nobody has called him that.
And yet - she slams down onto him; his grunts sound even deeper muffled - here he is, sweating and erect. He wishes his fingernails were still nothing but claws in disguise; he could leave a mark on her, even if she wins this fight.
... Which he does not want to concede. He takes a deep breath when she removes her hand from his mouth - it's mixed with a moan - and grins before he says:]
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And yet - she slams down onto him; his grunts sound even deeper muffled - here he is, sweating and erect. He wishes his fingernails were still nothing but claws in disguise; he could leave a mark on her, even if she wins this fight.
... Which he does not want to concede. He takes a deep breath when she removes her hand from his mouth - it's mixed with a moan - and grins before he says:]
You're one presumptuous bitch.