[He actively leans into it as her fingers start to tighten, and it draws a soft purr from her lips, that way his breath comes raspy and heavy as he tries to fight to draw breath past the strength in her hand. She can feel the struggle in his body, the way he fights it, shakes under her body.
Her own breath is coming rough, fast, that heat in her eyes, all dilated pupils and fierce desire. She watches his eyes, uses the rise and fall of his chest to judge when to pull back, to let him take a breath. At some point, she will make him tap out. But not yet, not this soon, not when he's so lovely like this, under her fingers. His body pressing up against her, and it makes her breath catch with a soft murmur, her hips pressing back in response. There's a control in those fingers at his throat, but it's not easy and it slips in places.
She half wants to kiss him, wants to kiss him with her fingers around his throat so the only breath he has is hers. Wants to kiss him and pull him apart with her teeth. But she doesn't trust him entirely, not like she does with Wash, and so she draws back as much as she can from the edge of intimacy, as if she can pretend she's not already caught up in it. Instead, she lets him breathe and takes it away, starting to stretch out the moment where she holds him at that edge, fingers tight as she steals his breath entirely; it taking longer before she relents, softens.]
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Her own breath is coming rough, fast, that heat in her eyes, all dilated pupils and fierce desire. She watches his eyes, uses the rise and fall of his chest to judge when to pull back, to let him take a breath. At some point, she will make him tap out. But not yet, not this soon, not when he's so lovely like this, under her fingers. His body pressing up against her, and it makes her breath catch with a soft murmur, her hips pressing back in response. There's a control in those fingers at his throat, but it's not easy and it slips in places.
She half wants to kiss him, wants to kiss him with her fingers around his throat so the only breath he has is hers. Wants to kiss him and pull him apart with her teeth. But she doesn't trust him entirely, not like she does with Wash, and so she draws back as much as she can from the edge of intimacy, as if she can pretend she's not already caught up in it. Instead, she lets him breathe and takes it away, starting to stretch out the moment where she holds him at that edge, fingers tight as she steals his breath entirely; it taking longer before she relents, softens.]