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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads

Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.

Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.

And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.

MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA

One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.

The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.

Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.

Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.

While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.

Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.

While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.

For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.

Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!

The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.

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[He huffs labored breaths against her slick opening while he continues, drinking in every twitch and spasm of muscle, each breath she breathes, every noise she makes. All of it drives him forward, keeps him going, keeps him wanting. By now the discomfort in his neck is long forgotten, because all he can think about is Lucina—every bit of her.

She didn't even need to tell him, even if she didn't quite, but speaking up as she did wasn't even necessary to alert him of where she's at. How she opens up to him, how he can ease into her...how wet she's become. But hearing her, how she gasps the words, how she gasps his name, he can't help but groan against her. His hand placement shifts, slipping under her butt as he pulls her firmly against him, as if he wasn't already deep into her. As if she wasn't already grinding on his face.

It helps him get a better angle with those rolling hips. He withdraws his tongue from her as he shifts upward, focusing on that soft and sensitive nub just above. He's aiming to push her over the edge. He wants her to come, he wants to feel her come—wants to taste it.

His heart is racing, and his nerves are on fire as a rush pulses through him. His neglected cock throbs with want and need, but he wants this more right now, and so it goes ignored.

In due time, buddy, in due time.]

Edited 2019-11-23 02:15 (UTC)

[the effort she's put into stifling herself, as if she weren't meant to make much fuss over such all-encompassing, enthralling feelings, crumbles in those seconds. the sound that escapes her is more unfettered, higher in tone and louder with her heavy breaths, peaking--

oh, gods.

she shudders head to toe and lets out a shaken, moaning breath as she comes, the wave of it so warm and pleasing that she can't help but squirm in it, even as parts of her are still tensed up. gradually, though, she comes done from it, trembling and hot, her mouth hanging open as she pants, an idle finger picking at the corner of her mouth.

as some of her panting relaxes into longer, controlled breaths, she closes her eyes, letting out a soft, drawn-out sound of contentment as she remains tingling and quivering.]

[The satisfaction is ridiculous, considering it's not even he who came. But feeling her tense against him, her muscles spasming and quaking. How she makes his mouth even more slick with her fluids as she arches and moans out despite her efforts to stay quiet. It's all so incredibly hot, and he feels like he's going to explode.

He draws back from her after a moment, having lingered during her orgasm to languidly lap at her as she rode through it, but now taking a moment to look over the fruits of his labor. His mouth is parted as he huffs and swallows down breaths, before he leans down to place a hot and wet kiss against her pubic mound. He trails upward with lips, teeth, and tongue, letting out a pleased hum as he does so. His hands pressing her shirt up as he leaves a hot trail in his wake, stopping only when he's pressed the shirt past her breasts.

His focus going to them, trailing his tongue across her skin until he's met with her perk nipple. Capturing it between his lips as he playfully nips and sucks at it, his hand busying itself with the other. Pinching it between his fingers as he tries to match the pace between the two.]

Mmh, Guzma...

[she feels him against her skin again, leaving a fresh, warm trail counter to the tingling chill her orgasm left behind. still lovedrunk, she can only murmur and shift herself to accommodate the effort being done to get rid of her shirt at last. it's a bit of a graceless process, what with his play at her breasts staggering her. the last of the clothes flop off the bed, forgotten, and Lucina's hands return, seeking him, fingers getting lost in his hair.

she rolls her hips back up against him, relishing the fading echo of the work he'd done on her.

the pinching gets a bit sharp and makes her softly squeak, her fingers curling a bit tighter for a beat before relaxing.]

[He appreciates her effort in removing the rest of her clothes, getting that shirt out of the way fully is one less thing they both have to worry about. He doesn't care how graceless it might have been, not when he's busying himself with her at the moment, and her fingers are weaving through his messy hair.

Her responses are incredible, and when she says his name like she did? A chill ran down his spine, tingling through his body, leaving an arousing warmth through him. He wants to hear it more, hear her moan it while he fucks her—that thought and the roll of her hips evokes a muffled sound from him against her breast.

The squeak and tightening of her grasp on his hair at the pinch also draws his attention to her face, his eyes locking on as he lifts himself. Releasing her nipple from his lips and teeth, as well as the other from his hand as he opts to use it to support himself better so that he can properly hold himself above her. He doesn't loom long, eyes looking over her expression still fresh in the afterglow, still heated from her arousal, still red from her fluster, before he leans down to kiss her again. Naturally, he thinks nothing of the fact that his lips are still wet with her mess, or how she might react to that. His brain too hazy and hot with arousal to think about anything other than kissing her, or rutting up against her as she did him.

The difference being he has that aching dick that presses against her front, rigid and hot on her. There's a whimper into that kiss as he finally gets some contact!! Which just coaxes him into grinding again, pressing the underside of it flush against her slit. How wet she is makes him shudder with a crushing want to press into her...]

[the kiss is strange -- best not to think of where that mouth of his has been! but the sound he makes...she feels a fresh stirring in her because of that sound, stoked by him grinding against her. his needy whimper moves her, her heart and body eager to console and respond the way he wants. and besides, even though what he'd done already was...incredible, the prospect of more? well...

Lucina's hips roll against him at his bidding, teasing his dick against her in a way that pleases her, too. but it makes that sound again and her heart flutters.

one of her hands untangles from his hair, gliding down his spine, pressing him down as she lifts up.

uttered in a breathless pant against his mouth:] Yes. Go. Yes.

[At her combined urging, between her pant and her hand that trails down his back and presses him down, while he hips roll against him...that's all it takes. Another rush of arousal flushes through him and he's almost sloppy with how desperate he is to press into her—adjusting his hips so that the head is pressing against her. Leaning more on one arm, he reaches down to help angle himself as he presses in.]

Fuuuuck...

[He basically groans that.

Her warmth around him is intoxicating, and he nearly gives into the urge to press all the way in—but what singular part of his brain is still operating makes him maintain the slow and easy pace. Sure, he ate her own and made her come, but she still hasn't done this before, and he doesn't want to ruin this. Even if his brain is at war with itself, wanting to hilt himself and fuck her hard. In time, but not right now.

His eyes slip closed, his brows pinching together as he just tries to maintain his self control. It's so hard, because he's so damn hard, but he's choosing to focus more on the sensations of her. How she gives way to his gentle and steady urging. How she feels tight around him, yet wet and welcoming. It's a near painful how slow it seems, but that's only because of how eager he is.]

Edited 2019-11-24 01:19 (UTC)

Nrh-!

[even in wanting, Lucina being so new still makes this a bit of a test. she tenses up as he pushes in, her fingers tightening in his hair, against his back, nails digging in. it's...somewhat painful, but not entirely. even so, she feels a beat of fear, one that almost has her speak up.

but then he groans, and it stays her protest his enraptured voice gives her fresh chills. and, in opening her eyes seeing his face flush and scrunched with his arousal. it makes her heart flutter anew. this discomfort...it means little in the face of that face.

she lets out her breath, trying to relax herself to let him press on, quivering a bit with the effort. the unease starts to ebb as the feeling of him is less oppressive and more...strangely, comforting? surreal. she's...never felt like this before -- this odd mix of being utterly vulnerable and made bare alongside this new feeling of a closeness unlike any she's known.

it's not something she can really ruminate on for long in the moment, though. biting her lip, she shifts, trying to relax herself enough to let him proceed.]

[As much as he's engulfed in the feeling of her, he's trying to not get so lost in it that he misses something from her. After all, he doesn't want her to be in pain, he doesn't want to screw up her first time with him—her first time at all. For her sake, but also for his own. He's a man obsessed with winning in any capacity. A man who is starved of acknowledgment and praise in contexts that matter to him—from people who matter to him.

And Lucina? Definitely one of the top contenders for person who matters the most to him. He wants to do right by her, which will in turn be doing right by him.

Her tenseness, the sounds she makes, and how she grips at his hair and digs in her nails on his back...all of it is just as rewarding as pressing into her. How she tightens around him, every movement and twitch of muscle sends pleasuring throbs through him. Raising pidgeybumps in its warm and tingling wake. Pressing his lips to her cheek and jaw line, he attempts to aid her in relaxing, tries to give her what little comforts he can.

For all there are these physical aspects of what's going on, there's also the emotional one. How close he feels to her, how much she's trusting him right now. Relying on him to not take advantage of how vulnerable and out of her element she is. Naturally he's inclined to take advantage of people's vulnerabilities, to turn the tides of situations so that it's in his favor, that he has the most benefit from any given confrontation or interaction...she knows this about him, has seen him be outright horrific—hell, that's how they met! And yet, here she is, below him, laid bare for him, literally opening herself up to him, and trusting that he won't betray that.

It makes his heart thump heavy in his chest, not only arousal fluttering through his system from this. Something deeper, something vulnerable. He's not sure if he'd name it love, that's got such a weight to it, and yet it doesn't feel wrong, even if a little frightening. Instead of thinking on it too hard, he busies himself with the satisfaction of finally pressing fully into her. Resting his face against her neck, breathing a hot and husky breath against her skin as he holds himself there for a moment.

However, once he feels her muscles lose their tension, adjusting to the size of him, he slowly begins. That hand he used to originally help him press into her, he places on her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Meanwhile, he kisses at her neck, intermittently nipping gently at her skin while his hips draw back, before they begin to push forward again. It was well worth the wait, and the groan he huffs against her neck is testament to that. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through him, hot and electric, tingling down his spine to even his finger tips and toes.]

Lu—shit, you...mnn...you feel incredible.

[The words are murmured against her neck between nipping kisses. His voice is soft and nearly voiceless, more breath than words.]

[the both of them, pulsing together...both breathing so heavily and shakily, as if they were the same person...it really is emotional. almost overwhelmingly so, in fact. she's surprised by her eyes welling up as he peppers her neck with gentle kisses.

and then he starts. she gasps a little at first, because there is pain there -- there often is, when one is new. but what is pain when she is being cared for so? the doubts she'd had of his feelings of her seem silly nonsense in the face of this, with the press of his lips to her neck as he rocks into her.

the troubled panting quiets at the faint sound of his praise. she draws a broader breath, feeling somehow lifted by those words. while the leg Guzma took hold of moves to heed his wish, while her other heel digs against the mattress to better manage to move with him, take more part in this work of theirs.

almost protectively, the hand in his hair moves to better hold him to her.]

[While there's no pain for Guzma in that department, there's the slightest bit of discomfort. It's to be expected, she's tight because she's new to this, and despite popular belief, tighter is not always better. However, the pleasure of her drowns out that minor discomfort anyway, and maybe he kinda likes it. He's just like that.

His pace remains even and slow, but as she wraps her leg around him, digging her other heel into the mattress for traction and stability and thus rocking with him, the pace picks up. Their movements are nearly as one, both rocking into each other, breaths quick and labored, peppered with sounds and gasps of pleasure. That protective hold her arm slips into gives him a strange sense of comfort, one he can't exactly explain, nor fully understand. He decides he doesn't need to, merely relishes in it.

As his rhythm picks up, and those thrusts become more and more unabated by her inexperienced body, he finds himself overtaken by it all. By the passion between them, both physical and emotional—it's all so much. Yet somehow not enough, because here he is wanting more. There's a sheen of sweat that's forming on him from the heat between them, the friction of their movements, and of course the exertion of fucking her.

The gnawing pain in his neck goes ignored as he continues, enjoying himself as he works himself up to his own climax. Kissing her neck, sucking on it, nuzzling against her jaw and ear. The hand on her thigh remains, and perhaps he grips her a little too tightly on accident, as he likewise grips the sheets near her head.

With a heavy voice, laced with lust and passion, he breathes out:]

Lu...

[he's already taken to such heights already, yet in their quickening, Lucina can't help but yearn for it again -- even more now that it's shared in this way. there's a risk that he'll get too far ahead of her, but she doesn't know it. she only knows that the way he speaks her name? it's beautiful.]

Yes-- [ah, it's hard to speak in the throes of this.] Guzma...! [she gasps his name out between thrusts, her own hold tightening to a degree as the urgency grows. somehow, in some instinctual level, she has the sense of Guzma's state. that this was about to reach a head.

it's why she tilts her head back, obliging any and all of the kisses and nips he may give her. it's why her back starts to arch and her grip loosen, so he may draw her in as he needs -- not her.]

Ye-yes--!

[Again a chill runs down his spine when he hears her say his name. How heavy it is, the strain in her voice, how she gasps it. It's like it's own kind of drug, and he wants hit after hit.

By now his pace is quick and deep as the tension builds in his groin. Hot pressure as he bucks into her, but as she arches her back, head tilting against the bed, he reacts to her unspoken offer. Both hands move from their hold so he can grip her hips as his thrusts become almost sloppy and desperate.]

Hhhff—fuuuck...

[Her cries of pleasure grip him tightly, and he feels himself peaking. That build up getting to a point of nearly being unbearable as he pants and huffs against her neck, his sweat-slick forehead pressing to her cheek. As he continues, controlling her hips as he drives into her, his abdomen and pelvic muscles tighten, and the throbbing pulse of pleasure through him tells him he's there—]

Shit—I'm—mmmnnng!!

[That's about all he gets out before he feels it all at once. It's so sudden and enrapturing that he feels his entire body quaking as his hips continue to piston forth and he comes inside her. There's a low moan that leaves him as he does, staggered by gasps and sharp breathes as his hips continue to smack into hers. Riding this out as his entire body gives to those waves of pleasure cresting over him.

Eventually his hips slow to short forward jerks, almost more reminiscent to twitches than the powerful thrusts previously, till he eventually stops, hilted inside of her. His body is heavy on her as he allows himself to collapse a little. He's breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath after that, his mind swimming with the afterglow of his orgasm as his entire body tingles from head to toe from how incredible that all felt.

Right now, he just needs to rest a moment, enjoy the satisfaction and pleasure of it all.]

[she's never heard him like this before. it's alarming...and intoxicating. that, rolled up into this entire experience, leaves her struggling to keep up, keep her head while he's coming to a head.

she feels a rush similar but not as intense as her own orgasm in the mist of his vigorous thrusting, one that leaves her without words for him as he grabs her to finish. she lets out a gasp of her own as she feels him come, one that peters into a breathless moan. gods, that-- there's really no preparing one's self for that, is there? this is all so...unreal.

the muscles in her thighs quiver a bit, wanting to squeeze out a bit more of that feeling she craves, but already taken too far to pursue it. where he remains in her, she throbs; it hurts, but it...it also feels really good.

and he's still there. still with her. in her. as her breathing starts to level out of the labored panting he'd brought her to, Lucina's body relaxes back into the mattress.]

Gods...

[as he basks, she slips her fingers back into his hair, her other hand gliding down his shoulder to his trembling elbow.]

Gods, Guzma...

[still there. with her. in her. she lets out a shaky sigh.]

[There's just something so satisfying about both of them quivering and shaky from what they just finished. Laying in the mess of their own making, holding each other, trying to catch their breath and calm their thumping hearts. A blissful hum leaves him when her hand weaves its fingers into his hair, and her other ghosts along his shoulder and elbow. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose—taking in the scent of them, something a little egotistically satisfying.

But not as satisfying as when she speaks, saying his name like that as he can still feel her body twitch around him as he softens. He gives her an amused huff as a reply, before he shifts a little, repositions an arm so that he can move to look at her—]

—Rhhk!

[The noise and the jolt of pain in his neck is unexpected, and he finds himself collapsing on her again. His shoulders, upper back, and neck incredibly tense as a burning pain throbs from the spot that had gnawed at him earlier. Shit, she must have really hurt him earlier, and he didn't realize nor care to what extent...but now that he's not lustdrunk, it's a whole lot harder to ignore how much it hurts.]

Heh...guess I kinda overdid it... [He knows that's not it. He knows what did this, but he gains nothing by making her feel bad about it.] No regrets though, that was...you were amazin', yo.

[Maybe if he kisses her neck again, she'll ignore the fact he just collapsed on her again with that surprised noise of pain? It's fine, he's fine...]

[she makes a soft, startled sound as he falls against her, a bit stuck as to what to do. a bit stuck in more than one way, but. but that aside...]

O-overdid it? [what -- it's not always like this? what does he mean by that? and moreover--] Wait, are, are you okay?

[it's kind of hard to languish when he's clearly in pain. guilt stabs in her chest as her hand retracts from his elbow; she's not sure what would be better or worse to do here.]

Got too excited—who wouldn't, huh?

[He's definitely leaving out vital information, because yeah, it can always been like that, but maybe not when he's suffering a neck injury that he's been hiding.]

I'm cool, though. Don't worry about your boy.

[He says, as he tries to turn his head to kiss her cheek, but finds out all too immediately he can't. There's another jolt to him as that stabbing pain radiates through him, but he tries to play it off like it's nothing! Focusing back on his spot at her neck, nuzzling it with ginger movements that are more incriminating than he realizes.]

[his jolt has her startle, heart jumping to her throat for a beat. she holds her breath and lay still as she can even as he settles back and nuzzles her, none too reassured.]

...It's...it's your neck, isn't it...

[gods. she...all because she hadn't any self-control-!]

Wh—

[He freezes...but then, in a low voice:]

...Yeah. [Dammit] It's fine though, ain't nothin' your boy can't sleep off.

[Guzma...]

'Sides, ain't like this is the first sex-related injury I've ever had, y'know! Nothin' to get all worked up about.

[AS IF THAT'S ANY BETTER...]

[SURPRISE IT'S NOT!!

but she doesn't say anything right away, just frowning softly and staring up at the ceiling. eventually, the hand that had left his arm settles ever-so-carefully on his shoulder.

quieter:] So then...this sort of thing... It's normal. For you.

[that doesn't really sit well in her, honestly. something like that -- not the injury! the whole experience! it's unlike anything she'd known before. it felt... special.

but it might not be for him. that's not a great feeling at all.]

[He can sense the shift in the air, and he's not entirely sure what it is. Sure, he's injured, but it feels like something...else is the matter. He just can't figure out what. So, when he answers, there's obvious uncertainty to his tone.]

...Gettin' hurt while fuckin'?

[He's really...not sure what the problem is here! They had sex and it was fantastic, so??? Is his neck injury really that much of a problem?!]

I get hurt doin' a lotta shit, Lu...

Edited 2019-11-24 22:58 (UTC)

No, that-- [her expression scrunches.] That...I, I guess I'm still not sure how I ought to feel if I'm the one hurting you. Like that.

[a beat.

before he can interject:] But I also meant...being with other people. Like this.

[was he with that Lusamine woman like this, too?]

[He's about to tell her to not worry about it again, that being hurt like this doesn't particularly bother him. That he's done worse to himself before! ...Not that it's much of a comfort, but Guzma doesn't think about it like that. However, the chance to say any of that is whisked away with the last part she adds and he's left...unsure of how to respond.

She...knew he had slept with others before, he made that very apparent! So, then...what's the problem here? If that was a problem, then why would she have...]

...Yeah, I've slept with others, but you knew that.

[His tone isn't accusatory, he's just confused. Despite the pain, he shifts and uses his arms to push himself up to better look at her, trying to hold back a pained grimace.]

Lu—be real with me, what's wrong?

[again, she freezes up as he starts to move, chewing on the inside of her lip. part of her already regrets speaking, because, once again...she's begun to say things that only bring grimness and gloom. this isn't how she's supposed to act, is it? is she really going to waste precious, fought-for time in being jealous of hypotheticals and people she doesn't even know when he's right here with her?

childish and pathetic.

she turns her head a bit so she can glance aside, her face warming with embarrassment at being looked upon. the hand in his hair uncurls a little, uncertain of whether or not to stay or move.]

M-maybe I just...hate feeling so naive. [she gulps, her eyes wincing.] But I don't know how else I'm supposed to feel. If this is...if it's not really that big a deal for you. What we've done.

[but that's not fair. that's not fair, she's-- not like that! not like this. with anyone. and she wouldn't be, she couldn't fathom it.

her hand leaves his hair, drawn back to herself, to her face, over her eyes as her teeth grit.]

But it's a big deal for me...!

[He's actually glad her hand is still in his hair at first, it gives him an odd sort of reassurance that he hasn't totally fucked this up...that she'd still touch him like this, and not withdraw even when feeling as she does—until she does...

As she explains, he feels...odd. He's a jealous sort in a lot of ways, but he can't really say he's ever been in a position like this. However, he does feel a rise of defensiveness, because it's not that he didn't say them sleeping together wasn't a big deal, he just said...his injury wasn't.

However, there's definitely a warm flutter in his chest when she says it was a big deal for her. Something he clearly should have known, considering how that all went down, how into it she was, how she said his name...but he can't help but be touched by that admission, by that validation.]

I ain't said this ain't no big deal for me—but I ain't 'bout to lie and say that sex itself is.

[His expression twists to something concerned and frustrated. He doesn't want to say the wrong damn thing, but he's never been too terribly good at treading carefully in matters of the heart.]

Sex is just sex to me, but it's—shit, it's different with you, y'know?

[Because she's not just some random person. She's her, someone he cares about, someone he's grown close to...]

All I was meanin' before was that...me gettin' hurt wasn't the big deal, not us sleepin' together.

Edited 2019-11-24 23:49 (UTC)