( is it possible to fall in love with a moment? with a feeling? because between him slipping in another digit, the nibbling, the extra touch to her spot, the speed, the steamy coated words, calling her "babe", it's a recipe to set her entire body on fire. and she's willing to keep burning for him if it means to have this time with him over and over again. she rips herself away from his neck but only so she can throw her head back against the bedding to pant out her cry. jinx had experienced insanity before, but this... — it's becoming so intoxicating. a hand blindly and clumsily travels up to the back of his head then to his locks; fingers tangling in his hair to grip hard into a hold. )

Haaah... haaah. Quentin, yes! You're... You're... ahh. Fucking me so —

( her words are getting tongue-tied and interrupted by her own moans. so she finds herself switching back and forth from thinking and speaking unintentionally. )

'— so good!'

I love it!

( and from there, jinx starts to feel something. well, she's been feeling a lot of things, but this particular arousal isn't the same yet at the same time it is. like something is building steadily with each thrust he's making to her. and her instincts are telling her she should chase it down or climb some sort of mountain to reach the top of it. jinx wants to question it, wondering if it's something she should be concern about but literally everything else had been over the top amazing, so this new thing couldn't possibly be bad. although, it is making everything tense for her more. she finds herself clinging to him tighter, rocking her hips to his hand, her pitch is getting higher (even whimpering from time to time), and very slowly her mind is hazing up with just this moment, him, and whatever this new chase is. )

Keep going, keep going. I...I need to...

( follow it. she is meant to, right? to grab onto his hand and the two of them go down this path to hunt this little thing down. )