She wants to hear her calling out her name.
Her hands form a frame as she memorizes the dips and curves; she grips and holds tightly onto the contours of such a delicate specimen.
Her fingers do most of the work, twiddling and pressing onto surfaces.
A combination, she's been told, works best and produces better results.
Her fingers do most of the work, moving up and down, left and right - gliding across a protruding dot to another.
She tries not to groan or moan, the room has taken on a blanketed silence; there is tension.
Heat emanates out of her, and her heart rate's escalating; how can anyone take this amount of pressure?
She persists.
She wants to hear her calling out her name.
The scene is entirely too graphic for her taste; she had envisioned gentleness.
Something slow and observable, a moment to be remembered - but she too, can get caught up in a moment of passion.
She moves, and she pushes through.
She wants to hear her calling out her name.
Her thumbs feel sore and entirely too worn out; they have never been used this extensively before.
Her other fingers feel lost and yet a part, of something entirely too real.
The sounds they must be making - would it be an inconsiderate din, or a familiar experience greeted with a knowing grin?
Her fingers are working fervently to climb, to reach the goal, the pinnacle; her fingers are getting much more flexible.
She winces, that was close.
Her senses are overly stimulated, she really needs a break.
Her breathing has become ragged, and her arms are starting to ache.
She breathes in deep and holds on to her goal.
Valiantly she keeps at it, the task at hand.
She wants to hear her calling out her name - she wants to win at this video game.
"Jane! Maura!"
Angela calls out both their names.
"Can you both keep it down? I'm old and I need my sleep over here!"
She looks to her with a sheepish grin, and they settle for a truce and an amicable handshake, before retreating to bed.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
If you got here, all I have to say for myself is: I can't sleep, and I like to experiment; and I had a really difficult time choosing the title, and summary description.
Hmm. I can't not say that, I'm pretty proud of this piece (because I'm playful like this) and, alternate title - 'Regrets are for mornings'- would have been much worse, wouldn't it?;)
Hoping that this isn't an entirely bad stunt to pull and, if I have managed what I had intended - describe without giving the game away - it means my experiment works?
Hmm...thank you, nonetheless and ever so sincerely, for the time=)