It was only the third time it had happened to her at all, and she soon found herself clawing at the wall before tugging at her own hair. She tried to be quiet, since sounds tended to echo in a bathroom, but her whimper escaped her throat as she finished, her breaths coming shallow and raspy.
"Eliot, need you," she murmured, tugging lightly on his hair. She could barely stand up, but she wanted him then more than she ever had. She could feel her body pulsing in time with her heartbeat, and she tugged insistently at him again.