There's a long deafening silence afterwards. A silence of reality beating them over the heads. A silence of families and curses and witches. He gathers himself, letting his slightly trembling fingers fall to his pants, managing to get them back up and zipped, without a word to her. He needs a shower now from the sweat and stains, and he's just freaking out because how do they carry on now? They just had sex. Good sex. Yes. He can admit that to himself. But it was still sex with a Coombs. He didn't know how to reconcile those two things together. How to want Moira but know he wasn't supposed to want her.
Maybe the start of it was getting her out of his house, out of his general space, where he could smell and see her, because neither of these things was actually helping his thought process. After what's just happened, he needs time alone to think. Really really needs that. But he just sits there, only barely able to look at her, at the state of her dress and hair. She's a wreck. Defiled and smeared and just wrecked. He's not smiling. He's not laughing. This isn't funny. Except it is. They had just blown each other's damn minds. He just manages to bite back the smile threatening to take shape.
Despite any props for the A+ sex, he was still stuck on the bigger question. What the fuck happens now? He shakes his head grabbing his crutches from the ground. "On that note, I think..." He stands back up, all the blood rushing back to his body. He was going to be a disaster tomorrow. He could already tell. "We can call it night."
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Date: 2014-06-16 03:52 am (UTC)Maybe the start of it was getting her out of his house, out of his general space, where he could smell and see her, because neither of these things was actually helping his thought process. After what's just happened, he needs time alone to think. Really really needs that. But he just sits there, only barely able to look at her, at the state of her dress and hair. She's a wreck. Defiled and smeared and just wrecked. He's not smiling. He's not laughing. This isn't funny. Except it is. They had just blown each other's damn minds. He just manages to bite back the smile threatening to take shape.
Despite any props for the A+ sex, he was still stuck on the bigger question. What the fuck happens now? He shakes his head grabbing his crutches from the ground. "On that note, I think..." He stands back up, all the blood rushing back to his body. He was going to be a disaster tomorrow. He could already tell. "We can call it night."