[ The breath she's inhaling hitches as her head is yanked back, no doubt turning that smirk all the smirkier. She doesn't exactly fight his grip but her chin is swung to the side, jaw working in a kind of frustration and then grit in a grimace as he shifts his hand. She fixes Kostos and his mockery with a look. ]
Fuck you.
[ She stops fighting with a stuck button on his pants and leans back more firmly against the wall, maintaining unwavering eye contact as she reaches down between her legs and replaces the fingers he's withdrawn with her own. So there. ]
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Fuck you.
[ She stops fighting with a stuck button on his pants and leans back more firmly against the wall, maintaining unwavering eye contact as she reaches down between her legs and replaces the fingers he's withdrawn with her own. So there. ]