[She'd been trying so hard to control herself, focusing on her breathing, letting every sensation pass through her without holding onto it, like Tenzin's meditation lessons. And for once, it actually works. (Her mind, detached from physical sensation, sees herself as others would see her: sprawled naked on a couch in the apartment of a guy she knows is dangerous, his head between her legs. There's a brief urge to cover herself from invisible eyes.)
She cries out as the wet heat of his mouth pulls her back into her body, drowning thought in sensation. She grabs onto his hair and pulls hard. If he even thinks about pulling his mouth away, he's going to have a fight on his hands.]
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She cries out as the wet heat of his mouth pulls her back into her body, drowning thought in sensation. She grabs onto his hair and pulls hard. If he even thinks about pulling his mouth away, he's going to have a fight on his hands.]