When Nyota moaned, Christine's breath nearly hitched as she felt herself warm. She actually let herself be pushed into the wall enjoying the sound of the thump her back made with it.

She just didn't let go of Nyota when it happened. She kept her close. She could spy Johnson on Gaila's bed over Nyota's shoulder he looked confused, scared, and in excruciating pain.

Her hand went to the short hem of Nyota's skirt and instantly went under it gripping her thigh hard, leaving little cresent marks with her finger nails. "I need to fuck you." It didn't sound begging. It was a statement of fact. She wanted nothing more that for Nyota to come apart. Or hell herself.