[For a moment, a foolish moment, Mitchell allows himself to think that this will be it. They'll curl up together and snuggle for a little while, and Annie will do that dozing-thing she does instead of proper sleep, and he'll be able to walk away from this moment without hurting her.
But then she continues, and his heart sinks. For a moment, he thinks about telling her no, telling her he's not in the mood, or he just flat doesn't like fucking, but that would be a lie on both counts, and it's so important to her that their relationship be just as normal as any other one... He's gathered that sex was an important part of her and Owen, in that Owen insisted on it, and Annie felt that she was letting him down if she didn't live up to whatever nymphette role she was supposed to fulfill.
He hasn't the heart to hurt her by turning her away.
So instead he grinds down the small part of himself that's crying out for him to put a stop to this, slams a lid on it and locks the door, turning a wicked smirk to her as she reaches between them and murmurs so seductively to him.] I can think of something else we could try...
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But then she continues, and his heart sinks. For a moment, he thinks about telling her no, telling her he's not in the mood, or he just flat doesn't like fucking, but that would be a lie on both counts, and it's so important to her that their relationship be just as normal as any other one... He's gathered that sex was an important part of her and Owen, in that Owen insisted on it, and Annie felt that she was letting him down if she didn't live up to whatever nymphette role she was supposed to fulfill.
He hasn't the heart to hurt her by turning her away.
So instead he grinds down the small part of himself that's crying out for him to put a stop to this, slams a lid on it and locks the door, turning a wicked smirk to her as she reaches between them and murmurs so seductively to him.] I can think of something else we could try...