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[ somehow she didn't register her tongue is under her fingers until texas is licking at the skin above her breast. but it felt good, enough to get a shuddering exhale from ishmael as she swallows down her trepidation. from here, even she can tell that texas is the predator, and she herself is the prey who'd let herself into the lion's den. or wolf's den in this case?

but before she can respond with her own name, texas bites down, and ishmael can't help the soft moan that emanates from her throat, and she clamps her mouth down in time to prevent any more from coming out. it had felt good, sure, but her heart's practically threatening to leap out of her chest with every heartbeat; just a little deeper, and it would've been easy for texas to rip her own heart out of her ribcage and leave no crumbs behind.

but it never comes. still, it's making ishmael breathe hard against texas's ear, her hand going for the other woman's shoulder for balance. are they done? they should be. and yet, she finds herself clamoring for the rush of adrenaline just now. ]