Pain gets her riled, and the line between it and pleasure is completely blurred for her right now. All she is, all she feels is passion. She wants and needs, and he doesn't give. He crashes upon her, like waves on rocks.
"Eames..." She has a habit of never calling out like most people. Calling to gods is a cultivated broken habit. And she's adopted either swearing, or substituting some other name. Usually it's Arthur's that she cries out to in helpless passion, but this time it's Eames. It means something; that she's fully present, fully aware that it's him she's with. Him she wants.
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Date: 2016-12-05 08:15 am (UTC)"Eames..." She has a habit of never calling out like most people. Calling to gods is a cultivated broken habit. And she's adopted either swearing, or substituting some other name. Usually it's Arthur's that she cries out to in helpless passion, but this time it's Eames. It means something; that she's fully present, fully aware that it's him she's with. Him she wants.