[She whines at the retreat, not ready to part from him quite yet, but there's nothing for it, now. She is still full of him and that still feels amazing.
There is a dull ache, but nothing she cannot bear. The pleasure is still present, still surging, and to be so full of him as to be leaking is a blessed gift of feeling.
But he is upset. She does not want to see him so, after everything he's done for her, given her.]
I am not so fragile, I promise you that. [She reaches up to hold his face in both her hands as she brushes her thumbs back against his face, her expression fond and calm in spite of the bruises and marks. They're nothing. ]
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There is a dull ache, but nothing she cannot bear. The pleasure is still present, still surging, and to be so full of him as to be leaking is a blessed gift of feeling.
But he is upset. She does not want to see him so, after everything he's done for her, given her.]
I am not so fragile, I promise you that. [She reaches up to hold his face in both her hands as she brushes her thumbs back against his face, her expression fond and calm in spite of the bruises and marks. They're nothing. ]
Could I be yours if I was?