[ In the moments after, she seems unhurried to pull away. Not like usual — how she's always quick on the recovery, back on her feet and pulling her clothes back on. This time, she lingers a little, tangled up with him as her breathing starts to even out and her heart slows to something reasonable. No banter, no cheeky taunts. Just the quiet tide of her inhales and exhales for a minute or two.
Finally, with her limbs slow as molasses, she starts to pull away. If what just happened felt different than their casual routine, she doesn't mention it. Instead, she just rolls off onto the mattress, laying on her back and trying not to think too hard about what she's doing here.
At length, half to herself: ]
This isn't really what I pictured when I got you off in that alley.
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Finally, with her limbs slow as molasses, she starts to pull away. If what just happened felt different than their casual routine, she doesn't mention it. Instead, she just rolls off onto the mattress, laying on her back and trying not to think too hard about what she's doing here.
At length, half to herself: ]
This isn't really what I pictured when I got you off in that alley.