"I assure you, darling, no matter how awkward you think this is for you, I'm the one who's doing most of the suffering." And he is, this conversation is already like pulling teeth and it hasn't even started. "But-- communication is...important, and what just happened between us is probably..." It's getting harder to keep a straight face while he swallows back his sniggering. "--something we should--"
And then he bursts into laughter, himself, the whole situation absurd in the extreme, and no, he doesn't want to ruin this moment, but he knows deep down in his chest that if he doesn't put a damper on this, now, then he's in for a world of hurt later. And the longer he lets her go on thinking that this is romantic-romantic, the more upset she's going to be when he has to reach into her chest and crush her soul.
And then she makes mention of wanting to do it again, and he gives that insatiable grin to the ceiling before drawing her face toward his to kiss the tip of her nose. "Yes, darling, I'd love to do it again." His grin grows to lecherous proportions and he pecks her lips, his hands roving over her back. "And again, and again. We can make it a new, special way of spending time together. I think it will be very good for us if handled correctly. But. We can only do it again once you and I have had a discussion about it, is that clear? And before you get it in your head that you can try to weasel out of it, you can't, so don't bother making the effort."
Because he really, really doesn't want to have this conversation, either, but even he's aware it needs to happen. However, her efforts to delay it give him more time to think, and more time to relax in the tenderness of afterglow with her, so he finds himself with little reason to complain.
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Date: 2012-07-30 03:55 am (UTC)And then he bursts into laughter, himself, the whole situation absurd in the extreme, and no, he doesn't want to ruin this moment, but he knows deep down in his chest that if he doesn't put a damper on this, now, then he's in for a world of hurt later. And the longer he lets her go on thinking that this is romantic-romantic, the more upset she's going to be when he has to reach into her chest and crush her soul.
And then she makes mention of wanting to do it again, and he gives that insatiable grin to the ceiling before drawing her face toward his to kiss the tip of her nose. "Yes, darling, I'd love to do it again." His grin grows to lecherous proportions and he pecks her lips, his hands roving over her back. "And again, and again. We can make it a new, special way of spending time together. I think it will be very good for us if handled correctly. But. We can only do it again once you and I have had a discussion about it, is that clear? And before you get it in your head that you can try to weasel out of it, you can't, so don't bother making the effort."
Because he really, really doesn't want to have this conversation, either, but even he's aware it needs to happen. However, her efforts to delay it give him more time to think, and more time to relax in the tenderness of afterglow with her, so he finds himself with little reason to complain.