VERNA: YOU'RE DOING SO WELL FOR ME. she felt as if she might come undone. a familiar sense of pressure settles low in her stomach, but clarice squeezes her eyes shut, trying to fend of the feeling. she didn't want this to end yet. the feeling of the other woman's hand on her was something otherworldly - there was a spark in verna's fingertips as they caressed the length of clarice's body, her other hand mercilessly pulsing between her legs, in and out, causing clarice's shallow breath and arching back. when eyes finally open, half lidded and pupils blown wide, she has to focus on the other's features, the black shine of her eyes. whatever verna was ( not human ; no, it wasn't possible, but clarice hadn't questioned it yet ), they knew exactly where clarice ached to be touched. the pleasure that came with verna's fingers caused the woman's eyes to water, but she tries to blink away the tears. 'god, please...' she never begs, but she needs it - the release verna was so close to giving her. 'please...' @roseguided.
