Everything was so right with the situation. A long time overdue, she'd waited patiently like the good girl she could be and finally, finally thanks to a stroke of bad luck she'd got what she wanted.

Finally he'd got rid of his boxers and seeing the determination written over his face was enough to give her time to brace herself. Then again bracing herself was difficult, as soon as his hips moved she was shuddering, almost convulsing against him, hands had slipped from his hair to grasp at the blanket, curling her fingers into the material and struggling to take in a breath.

Bringing her other leg up to latch around his wait, hand untangling to move down, pressing fingers against his hip, holding him still while she twitched and shifted to adjust. "Fucking, Jesus, fuck" It appeared she'd lost the ability formulating an actual sentence.