It's quiet all around them which means she finally doesn't have to be and that's a damn good thing because she can't anymore. Not with the drugs buzzing all her nerve endings and not with the way he gets rough with her. Forceful and demanding in the way that takes her options away and gives her the freedom to just be. To submit. If she can lose this at any moment, if nothing is real then let this be all that matters. Let this be the only real thing they have. His mouth on her and her yielding to him over and over again.

She screams just like she wanted to when he suck at her clit. She can feel how she's practically dripping down her thighs and she feels filthy and beautiful and his. Hand on the back of his head she lets her own fall against the door with a dull thud as her eyes roll back. Cries of "Oh god, John" leading into desperate moans.

His hair tight in her fist, the nails of her other hand scratch along the door, looking for something -- anything to hold onto.