[ She still has his come running out of her, and he's already talking about dressing. With reasoning that sounds like a shoddy excuse to her, no less. Maybe she'd misunderstood what fucking her must have meant for him if he's so hasty about shaking her from his side so the both of them can right themselves and... return back to where they had been before this had happened. Or so she's assuming, anyway.
Whatever the case, it feels like avoidance. Avoidance of her, specifically, and the lingering intimacy of post-sex contact. Her face falls into a frown, dejected, as she moves to sit up. One hand clutches the blanket to her chest not for modesty's sake, but a lacking desire to be naked and vulnerable in his presence now. ]
Fine.
[ It's as flat as she can make it as she rolls away and stands to start gathering her clothing where they've flung it around the hut. ]
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Whatever the case, it feels like avoidance. Avoidance of her, specifically, and the lingering intimacy of post-sex contact. Her face falls into a frown, dejected, as she moves to sit up. One hand clutches the blanket to her chest not for modesty's sake, but a lacking desire to be naked and vulnerable in his presence now. ]
Fine.
[ It's as flat as she can make it as she rolls away and stands to start gathering her clothing where they've flung it around the hut. ]