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i wasn't born hungry, but i remember how it happened. a bad man put a hole in me, one day when i was very young, and i've been eating ever since.

⠀ hums, smiles. 〝 oh, i couldn’t say… 〞 leans back into the stranger, practically melting. 〝 but you feel an awful lot like someone i’d love to get to know. 〞 ⠀

⠀ let’s hope the music’s too loud for the rumble of her moan to translate. an arch of her back, breath against the apple of this stranger’s cheek, 〝 you’ll have to let me turn around. if that’s what you’re really after. 〞 ⠀

⠀ 〝 oh, i’d say so, 〞 drawls around a satisfied grin, fighting to focus against the heat of that mouth against her wrist. 〝 it’s why you’re keeping me here, isn’t it? it’s the only way you can handle me. 〞 ⠀

⠀ wry smile and fluttering heart, but she doesn’t give in so easily. 〝 mh, cute barista. not a stranger, after all. 〞 leans in, sharing breath but nothing more. 〝 i think this is what 𝐲𝐨𝐮 wanted all along. 〞 ⠀

⠀ 〝 rumor has it i’m not supposed to think too hard, so … 〞 refrains from leaning into a touch that both soothes and torments. something in her gaze flickers. 𝘪𝘴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥? 〝 remind me. 〞 ⠀

⠀ eyes flutter shut, giving her away. 〝 you have me. 〞 as much as anyone can ever have her. 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘦. it takes all the strength in the world to open her eyes again. 〝 so now what? 〞 ⠀

⠀ now 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 she can do. when she cradles sidney’s face, it’s with a mixture of reverence and need that she hasn’t felt since——— 〝 yes, sir. 〞 breathed against torturous mouth before going in for the kill. slow. languid. thorough. ⠀