Chest, shoulder, neck, and finally to his hair. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp, hard as she moved down against the base of his neck, feeling the skin gather beneath her nails.
Cordelia groaned, as if she were the one hurting, as if she was trying to break her own skin. A response to his laugh, wanting to punish him for being so pleased with all of this.
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Date: 2013-05-23 02:36 pm (UTC)Chest, shoulder, neck, and finally to his hair. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp, hard as she moved down against the base of his neck, feeling the skin gather beneath her nails.
Cordelia groaned, as if she were the one hurting, as if she was trying to break her own skin. A response to his laugh, wanting to punish him for being so pleased with all of this.