[ she's still coming down from her orgasm while he's manhandling; twitching and overwhelmed, overstimulated, and when he touches her, she jerks bodily and moans almost unhappily. she doesn't want him touching her, both because she's so raw it hurts more than it's pleasurable, and also because she's a little mad at him.
winded, but mad. it's cora's turn to snake her hand between them and catch his wrist.
her - ] Don't. [ - is spoken aloud, at least (it's obvious which of the hale's walked away from the destruction of their childhood with superior communication skills here), even as her jugular thrums against his cheek and her breath ruffles his hair. ] Don't, [ she says again, and swallows thickly before continuing. there's more here, more to say. ] I don't want you to. I just want to touch you.
[ it goes both ways. that poorly contained agitation and annoyance bubbles to the surface as she all but whines - ]
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winded, but mad. it's cora's turn to snake her hand between them and catch his wrist.
her - ] Don't. [ - is spoken aloud, at least (it's obvious which of the hale's walked away from the destruction of their childhood with superior communication skills here), even as her jugular thrums against his cheek and her breath ruffles his hair. ] Don't, [ she says again, and swallows thickly before continuing. there's more here, more to say. ] I don't want you to. I just want to touch you.
[ it goes both ways. that poorly contained agitation and annoyance bubbles to the surface as she all but whines - ]
Why won't you let me touch you.