barbara chuckled, low and gruff. she slipped her hand past the hem of chris’ panties. her fingers brushed lightly over the bundle of nerves there, just teasing. she liked this power. she had the ability to drive chris nuts, and she couldn’t help but smirk. but she decided to be merciful fairly quickly, easily sliding two fingers deep into velvety heat. she rocked her hand upwards, the heel of her palm bumping against exactly where chris needed it. her back arched into where fingernails dug in, and she hissed out.
' you better leave marks. ’
then she kissed her again, ruthless in the contact. their lips would be bruised and swollen. they already were. she couldn’t even begin to care.
' ——— no problem. ’
this was almost cut short by another short cry, and her nails dug in deeper. an expletive was muttered in amidst a gasp and the following moan, and she resisted the urge to move her head and meet the other's eyes. instead she just allowed barbara to kiss her again, harshly, to where she knew her lips would be bruised and cut, and she didn't care. she kept her hips rocking to match the other's pace, the hand on barbara's hair moving down to grip the back of her neck. she couldn't resist the urge to open her eyes and look at barbara. she just had to hope they'd faded back, or she was oh-so-fucked.
' ————— god you're good. ’
