[ The human psyche is complicated. Even now she can't help a little flare of anger at the name, even though it means nothing-- even knowing it meant nothing at the time. Even with the very real evidence of him fucking her slowly with his clever fingers, there's something like an echo of jealousy-- and not entirely unpleasant, to be honest; it's a phantom pain that heightens her pleasure, a reminder of the delicious, insufferable tension of their partnership at the time. ]
I remember you going on about how good she smelled,
[ she counters, her eyes dark. She remembers him standing too close to her, the way it had made the hairs on her neck stand, the flood of intensity she couldn't make sense of. She'd wanted him and she'd hated him, in that strange little town.
She drags her hand down his neck, his chest, blindly trying to shove it between them to reach his cock. It's an awkward position but she wants to touch him, she doesn't care. ]
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I remember you going on about how good she smelled,
[ she counters, her eyes dark. She remembers him standing too close to her, the way it had made the hairs on her neck stand, the flood of intensity she couldn't make sense of. She'd wanted him and she'd hated him, in that strange little town.
She drags her hand down his neck, his chest, blindly trying to shove it between them to reach his cock. It's an awkward position but she wants to touch him, she doesn't care. ]
But I don't remember Vermont.