"Yes, yes," She replied with mild amusement, letting her hand skirt down his jaw again before it helped him to tip his head back. Lydia might have been many things - a harlot, a model, a drug user - but she wasn't entirely irresponsible when it came to other people. She would never be a 'trip sitter', but she knew that Darren generally came out of these evenings more fucked up than her, and that meant she had to take a 'light' buzz of her own.
Besides, Lydia craved control too much for anything more than that. It had the bonus of (she thought, falsely) keeping her addiction down. Partially because the spot was comfortable and partially because she was still watching Darren, Lydia stayed in his lap while she fiddled with the little device her dealer had given her. Something like a 'wizarding beeper', the man had said.
As if she knew what the fuck that was. Still, she did know that within a few minutes (the man knew better than to keep her waiting) she had two fresh supplies - one for her and a stronger one for Darren. It was ... well, fucking perfect. She was already starting to push John to the back of her mind.
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