Oh, no, no, no. He's melting. She hadn't thought he'd start melting, languid and loose-limbed and gentle suddenly in how he nudges at her with his lips. Something cold creeps up her spine, cutting through the buzzing distraction of her arousal to chime that he has forgotten her. That, or he had never cared about her pleasure at all.
Anger starts, and Kira grapples with it. He would not cling to her so if he believed he had left her wanting, if he had used her out of hand and meant to dismiss her. She leans on his previous terror as proof of this, tries to reason through it. But she's not going to just sit there and accept it.
Her voice is strained, therefore, with holding down her rising frustration when she speaks. ]
'Was'? We're not done yet.
[ She rocks her hips meaningfully, trying to find friction against his pubic bone. When she can't hold onto anger at him, she lets fear of her own failure creep in. Like, maybe she should have been able to finish from that? One of them has to be to blame. She doesn't want it to be her. But an further way she phrases it just sounds like her own failing, and so she collapses into frustrated silence. ]
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Oh, no, no, no. He's melting. She hadn't thought he'd start melting, languid and loose-limbed and gentle suddenly in how he nudges at her with his lips. Something cold creeps up her spine, cutting through the buzzing distraction of her arousal to chime that he has forgotten her. That, or he had never cared about her pleasure at all.
Anger starts, and Kira grapples with it. He would not cling to her so if he believed he had left her wanting, if he had used her out of hand and meant to dismiss her. She leans on his previous terror as proof of this, tries to reason through it. But she's not going to just sit there and accept it.
Her voice is strained, therefore, with holding down her rising frustration when she speaks. ]
'Was'? We're not done yet.
[ She rocks her hips meaningfully, trying to find friction against his pubic bone. When she can't hold onto anger at him, she lets fear of her own failure creep in. Like, maybe she should have been able to finish from that? One of them has to be to blame. She doesn't want it to be her. But an further way she phrases it just sounds like her own failing, and so she collapses into frustrated silence. ]