[She's quiet for a few moments as she tries to decide the best course of action. She's got an abundance of self-respect that's telling her he'll look down on her if she stays. But she knows that isn't true, knows he wouldn't be inviting her to stay if he thought so little of her.
She almost pulls away.
Almost.
It's the fact that he feels warm and solid against her and makes her feel safe and alive that keeps her planted firmly in place. There's a slow exhale as she lifts her head, eyes meeting his once again.
She hasn't been with another man since Danny. Leaping back into physical intimacy with someone after so long almost makes her feel guilty. She knows she shouldn't, but there's an edge of uncertainty there that tells her she's a terrible person. That Kovacs will think the same thing if she presses for more, no matter how much she's craving it.
He's not judging her though. He just said so himself. That's enough to let her be brave and open with what she needs.]
I want to stay.
[She admits without hesitation or a need to cover up her desire with some sort of teasing, witty remark. The hand against his hip shifts, fingers curling into the fabric there. There's a gentle tug as she kisses him once again, eager to taste him again.]
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She almost pulls away.
Almost.
It's the fact that he feels warm and solid against her and makes her feel safe and alive that keeps her planted firmly in place. There's a slow exhale as she lifts her head, eyes meeting his once again.
She hasn't been with another man since Danny. Leaping back into physical intimacy with someone after so long almost makes her feel guilty. She knows she shouldn't, but there's an edge of uncertainty there that tells her she's a terrible person. That Kovacs will think the same thing if she presses for more, no matter how much she's craving it.
He's not judging her though. He just said so himself. That's enough to let her be brave and open with what she needs.]
I want to stay.
[She admits without hesitation or a need to cover up her desire with some sort of teasing, witty remark. The hand against his hip shifts, fingers curling into the fabric there. There's a gentle tug as she kisses him once again, eager to taste him again.]