Anita slowly approaches the bed again, hesitating for a moment before she crawls atop the mattress with her cloth. It's odd, seeing him naked, sprawled as he is, and she pauses only once before she sets to wiping up the cold semen. She tosses it to the hamper in the corner and lays down beside him once more, her hand splayed over his stomach.
She knows she'll overthink this once Damian leaves for the day. She knows she'll think it to death and worry about her choice and regret things. She knows this because she knows herself. The doubt is there, a kernel, a small ember waiting for the air to breathe life into it, make it a raging blaze that will devour all the compassion she feels in this moment with Damian.
But that will come later, once he's gone.
For now... for now she presses against his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers draw idle patterns on his alabaster stomach. The contact is calming, soothing; it keeps the doubts at bay and her mind silent so she can simply enjoy what they've shared -- what they share.
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She knows she'll overthink this once Damian leaves for the day. She knows she'll think it to death and worry about her choice and regret things. She knows this because she knows herself. The doubt is there, a kernel, a small ember waiting for the air to breathe life into it, make it a raging blaze that will devour all the compassion she feels in this moment with Damian.
But that will come later, once he's gone.
For now... for now she presses against his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers draw idle patterns on his alabaster stomach. The contact is calming, soothing; it keeps the doubts at bay and her mind silent so she can simply enjoy what they've shared -- what they share.