[She should tell him not to disappoint her, but she doesn't. She's quiet, needs to feel the sting and pierce, although there is a subtle worry that it will be nowhere near enough--(nothing ever is.)
Her lungs fill with air, a long deep breath that lifts her shoulders slightly. It isn't deep. The sensation doesn't reach into the pit, but her pulse quickens. That's a start, and she is certainly holding that breath for the second bite, won't let it out until she can hear her heartbeat speeding in her ear, running down the back of her neck over his fingers. Meanwhile, her hands are clean, laced together loosely at the back of the chair. There's something unproductive about it, and it ekes a squirm out of her, hips shifting, the tension in her shoulders rolling down through her back.
too early;
Her lungs fill with air, a long deep breath that lifts her shoulders slightly. It isn't deep. The sensation doesn't reach into the pit, but her pulse quickens. That's a start, and she is certainly holding that breath for the second bite, won't let it out until she can hear her heartbeat speeding in her ear, running down the back of her neck over his fingers. Meanwhile, her hands are clean, laced together loosely at the back of the chair. There's something unproductive about it, and it ekes a squirm out of her, hips shifting, the tension in her shoulders rolling down through her back.
She doesn't particularly want to hear it's done.]