No - [ she insists, but there's a tangible lurch behind her gut, and cora scrunches her face in reconsideration. ] Okay, yes - maybe, but that's how it's supposed to go!

[ there's an ounce more bitterness than she means to slather on her words. but by now, she's long since a broken record, and there are only so many different ways to say the same thing, in vein hopes of hitting home. it's not a supposed to as in a societally imposed requirement; she'd never had a subscription to cosmopolitan, she just knew. knew that, in her admittedly compact sexual history, it was all just better when it was mutual.

she wasn't a selfish lover by nature. ] I don't understand your problem with it. It's like you're on autopilot and - and allergic to fun. [ anger is, however, in her nature. and honesty. and while this is somewhat of an odd choice of conversation venue, when else could they be honest with one another if they couldn't do it while her pants were down and the smell of sex and her come emanated from his mouth. ]