She pressed close to me;
stayed soft until I turned my back to her, then she switched. After that, every place she touched, her fierceness wrangled me. She hadn’t come at me this way since I’d hurt my arm and then the arm itself put things off kilter. There was no way for me to take over from her and she knew it, and so I had to just let her.
She moved in quick jerks, snatching and pushing. Then she tried to turn me on my stomach, but my arm wouldn’t bear it. So she lay down on me and I felt glad for her weight, how sure and solid she felt. And how it felt when she tucked her arm underneath her body; got her hand inside me and used her weight behind it.
She was breathing hard, her mouth close to my ear, her face ducked into the crook of my shoulder. She behaved so single-minded, it put me aside. I wondered what I could ask for without vexing her more. Settled on saying nothing, not making a sound. But then with the way she clobbered me I couldn’t help it and like I said, I’m used to deciding whether I make noise or not.
I wondered what Linda could hear. Knew her hearing was part of the point and this made me try still to keep quiet. But soon Tory’d gone far enough I couldn’t consider anything except what she was doing. Not like usual, though, not so it helped. This wasn’t working for me.
Her hand moved blunt and heedless. I tried different things to slow her. Held her tight as I could, thinking that would make it hard for her, but it didn’t so I tried the opposite; pushed her away. This got her off me, but that just gave her more leverage.
I couldn’t speak, just cried out. I still tried to keep from too much of this but, the thing was, it helped. Letting the sound come left me looser, helped me not to fight her so much. For little bits at a time anyway. Long enough to keep from crying. I wouldn’t do that.
When she’d finished, I turned on my side away from her. She curled against my back, touched my shoulder, then kissed where she had touched. Her gentleness, coming now, just wound me tighter. I turned my face further into the pillows, further from her. She moved her hand along my side, my hip, then pushed me a little so she could get at my ass.
I liked how she felt despite myself. Tucked my thigh up like she wanted and only flinched when she put her hand in from behind. She’d smashed me up pretty good and there was no way I’d handle more, even if she was kind about it. She didn’t push me. Slipped out; let just one finger stay. This one she moved so soft and slowly I could almost believe she’d done everything before to let me feel this so distinctly.
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This next time she made sure I didn’t move. Held my head so my face was pressed into the crook of her arm. The worst part was how she put it in. And how once she got it down, she drew more blood up and then sent that in, cleaned the ampule with it.
This was more hydromorphone and so I’d thought it’d take time, but between how long she’d taken and where she’d put it, the blast hit before she had the pin out. I think I pulled it out pulling away, yanking my head from her arm. I needed badly to put my head down and when I did, the stuff made me come. Well, that thing about this that’s like coming, but isn’t quite.
I turned on my side and crossed my legs, squeezed them together. Did this before I remembered my leg. The hot sort of hurt there felt like the gauze it was wrapped in. Felt good. Hurt in a way I liked. The same dull open ache Linda’s hand gave me. The kind of pain that kills pain.
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