There's the tingle of pain through her scalp when Joel threads his fingers through her hair and then winds them, tugging firmly. He pulls her head back to look at him, and with his hand holding her firmly in place, all she can do is stare back at him intensely, lips parted. The world's a different place on your knees in front of Joel, and that's a viewpoint she knows well.
( ''You fucked up real bad back there, Tess'', he says... ) ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}