A few years ago this would all have turned wild; she'd have urged him to pull her hair, she'd have bit him and left marks with her nails, furniture would have become treacherous with how raucous she could be. But that was then. Now, she loves that his hands are where they are, warm and steady without offering her pain or trying to control what she does.
Certain things are different from the time in the flood. Jesse is very different; and Annie isn't pretending to be human, isn't hiding the supernatural strength she has all through her body as she slides up, then down, taking her time to try to get him to keep saying her name.
"When I'd dream about this," she whispers, "It was just like this, me on top, letting you have me."
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Date: 2017-01-10 10:18 pm (UTC)Certain things are different from the time in the flood. Jesse is very different; and Annie isn't pretending to be human, isn't hiding the supernatural strength she has all through her body as she slides up, then down, taking her time to try to get him to keep saying her name.
"When I'd dream about this," she whispers, "It was just like this, me on top, letting you have me."