"Did already," she reminds him, even though she knows he didn't forget. Sex is always a safe topic for them. "Short, black, bent me over a railing?"
But as soon as she says it, she just feels fried again. She stops him in the 'drawing room', hand on his chest and curling in his shirt again. "I'm kind of a mess right now. I could use--" A small shrug. "Tea, wine, whiskey... something. Mostly--" she says much more softly. "Mostly I think I just need you."
It's so wrong sounding. Needing anyone. Telling them she does. That someone being a guy. She couldn't give a crap about feminism when it comes to this, to being with someone how you want to. So that's not it. It just feels like weakness. Like vulnerability. And she hates that.
Hates it, but there's no way she can deny it now. Not with him.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2011-12-18 11:40 pm (UTC)But as soon as she says it, she just feels fried again. She stops him in the 'drawing room', hand on his chest and curling in his shirt again. "I'm kind of a mess right now. I could use--" A small shrug. "Tea, wine, whiskey... something. Mostly--" she says much more softly. "Mostly I think I just need you."
It's so wrong sounding. Needing anyone. Telling them she does. That someone being a guy. She couldn't give a crap about feminism when it comes to this, to being with someone how you want to. So that's not it. It just feels like weakness. Like vulnerability. And she hates that.
Hates it, but there's no way she can deny it now. Not with him.