[ She likes him best when he's on his knees. given, she didn't really like him at all, but the second he sunk down, she felt...better. There wasn't a good word for it. It was almost like they were on a level playing field for once (but they weren't, and she knew it). From up here, she felt some semblance of control, even if he probably wouldn't stop undoing her pants if she'd asked him to.
He'd justify it by saying that she wanted it, or something just as questionable; he'd contribute to her minor consent issues, but he'd be right. ]
I don't want your help, [ Lydia tells him, but her breath is heavy and her eyes glazed. This is all too much; too much stimulus, too much to take in. She's nervous and flighty, and that makes her all the more sensitive. He pops the button on her jeans and she almost lets out an audible whimper. The compromise is to suck in a breath and distractedly force out: ] It - it always comes with strings attached.
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He'd justify it by saying that she wanted it, or something just as questionable; he'd contribute to her minor consent issues, but he'd be right. ]
I don't want your help, [ Lydia tells him, but her breath is heavy and her eyes glazed. This is all too much; too much stimulus, too much to take in. She's nervous and flighty, and that makes her all the more sensitive. He pops the button on her jeans and she almost lets out an audible whimper. The compromise is to suck in a breath and distractedly force out: ] It - it always comes with strings attached.