Prompt: 19. Rhythmical
Character(s): Kate Argent
Word Count: 111
Rating: M
Warning(s): Innuendo, language
There's nothing better than the feel of it, whether it pops up or rears back, whether it kicks like a mule or slams up like a catapult, it's fuel, it's a fuck you, it's hello, it's visceral.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bang. Ping. Whoosh.
Her breath escapes her on the last round, having held it in like she does right before she comes during sex. The climax of this exercise in pleasure is when she presses a button and finally gets to examine her marks close up.
She puts the assault rifle away and debates whether to try the Christmas gift Berretta or the favorite antique revolver her grandmother left her next.