Re: The Drive, alcoves [Belated Violence warning]
It was harder for her to breathe too, but she was made for this, wasn't she? Her knee shoved upwards again, but the BIC, the sweet gift he'd given her, well, that was still in her hand. Maybe it was better this way, to see his face so close to hers, and she twisted her head to look at him, his teeth in her shoulder, at features still smudged by youth, so like someone else she knew. But sadness, loss had cost her too much, and she ran her thumb hard down the wheel of the BIC, enough to make it hurt as the lighter caught fire again.
And this time, with her hands behind his back, she pushed the flames down while pain spread across her shoulders from his claws. "Burn, kitty, burn." And then she laughed, bright and free, breathless on the pyre that would take them both.