Sarah Manning kisses like she's fighting and when she snarls "fuck me" it sounds like fuck you. Do you moan the same way? Rachel thinks viciously as she trails her lips down her clone's neck. Do your gasps sound like mine? She puts her hand on Sarah's throat and thinks about squeezing.
"Bitch," Sarah growls, fingers leaving half-moon marks when she grabs Rachel's arms. Rachel can feel the vibrations travel from her curse travel from her palms up her arms, straight to the pit of her stomach.
"Quiet," she hisses, and kisses Sarah silent as the brunette's mouth opens, protest cut off by bruising lips. Rachel thrusts her tongue into Sarah's mouth, taking as the other woman fights for control. Sarah's hands are moving like she doesn't know whether to push her away or pull her closer, fists clenching and releasing on Rachel's back.
One of Sarah's hands finds Rachel's hair and pulls, forcing her head back as she moves to bit at her throat. Rachel slaps her away and pins Sarah's wrists about her head when she lets go, surprised. Sarah's eyes have a dangerous glint, and Rachel feels heat pool in her belly as her double spits "Fuck you."
"That's not the plan," Rachel says as she pushes Sarah's shirt up, still pinning her wrists with her other hand. She smiles in triumph as Sarah arches her back up just a little when she roughly palms her breast. "Quite the opposite, in fact."
As Sarah moves underneath her, shifting so Rachel's leg is rubbing against her core and rolling her hips as Rachel tweaks her nipple, Rachel wonders Is this how I move when I fuck? I would never be so wanton. Anger flares and she sinks her teeth into where Sarah's neck meets her shoulder, biting harder when the other woman hisses.
"Go to hell," Sarah tells her, but the way her hips stutter against Rachel's leg betrays her. Rachel releases her wrists and yanks her pants and underwear down, laughing bitterly.
"We're already there."
Sarah is wet against her hand, and she growls "I hate you" when Rachel sinks her fingers in. The blonde smiles as she pushes against her.
"I know."
Rachel sets an uneven tempo, never letting Sarah find a rhythm. Her clone has her jaw clenched, eyes defiant and angry, but high, frustrated noises keep escaping her.
"Stop screwing around," she manages to spit out. "You fucking bitch."
Rachel tuts, stilling her hand. "Manners, Manning," she admonishes, smirking as Sarah's hips roll against her, trying to find release. "Ask me nicely." She curls her fingers, just once.
Sarah's face is stormy, and Rachel swipes her thumb against her clit to drive the point home. "Start moving your bloody hand," Sarah says through gritted teeth. "Please." Somehow, she manages to make the word sound like a curse.
Rachel curls her fingers again and starts thrusting hard, relentless as Sarah's mouth opens in a silent oh. She licks and bites the brunette's neck, other hand roughly pinching her breast, and now Sarah can't stop her desperate little gasps.
One sharp breath in, and Sarah is silent as she comes, clenching around Rachel's fingers. "Fuck you," she breathes as soon as she's sucked in air.
Rachel sits up, wiping her hands on the sheets. Her eyes gleam, and she looks at all the marks she's left on the other woman's body. "You will," she answers. "But not today." Still fully clothed, she slides off the bed. "Find your own way out."
She can sense Sarah's glare on her back as she walks out the door. It feels like victory.