[She can't say anything for a few seconds, too busy biting back a moan. Unfair, he's so unfair, every inch of him; all he says are a few words and she's more in love than ever.]

Fuck me.

[So she'll lose. She'll be desperate. It doesn't feel like losing, not with him, not when he's working her well enough that her legs are shaking. And if she's going to lose, she might as well do it spectacularly, so:]

Now. It's all I've been thinking about since I sat in your lap, since I saw you'd been kissed by someone else-- you taking me up against this wall, fucking me til I can't think . . . that's what I want.