[He doesn't miss it nearly as much as she does. She thinks a lot about their previous sex life (in certain moods), and while she would never ever want back the fear and the violence and the way he'd shut down after sex... the sex itself has the hazy glow of nostalgia making it seem better than the present. She can't fuck him half-clothed in closets or elevators here; they don't fight for control in bed. Sex used to be so mind-blowingly intense that she couldn't hold a thought in her brain, but recently she's been just aware enough to feel a little frisson of fear, that she's become stagnant and boring.
She wriggles beneath him, doing her best to destroy her ability to think & worry with sensation. Her kisses to him are hard and desperate; it's almost physically painful when he pulls back.]
Sure. [And while he does, she'll figure out some way to reward him for his patience.]
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She wriggles beneath him, doing her best to destroy her ability to think & worry with sensation. Her kisses to him are hard and desperate; it's almost physically painful when he pulls back.]
Sure. [And while he does, she'll figure out some way to reward him for his patience.]