[Two weeks ago, the only answer she would've had for him was "more." Same sex, more often. She didn't have anything to compare it to before the dreams. Two weeks ago, the question wouldn't have hurt.
I want you to treat me like you treated her. Ignoring the implication, I want you to love me. It's not that she loves him, or that she wants him specifically to love her. She wants the feeling of being loved and loving in return. He's not the person to give her that. Sex, of course; orgasms, plenty; even comfort when she's frightened of herself and what she's capable of. But not love.
It's a long moment before she speaks, her voice halting.]
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Date: 2014-11-13 01:59 am (UTC)I want you to treat me like you treated her. Ignoring the implication, I want you to love me. It's not that she loves him, or that she wants him specifically to love her. She wants the feeling of being loved and loving in return. He's not the person to give her that. Sex, of course; orgasms, plenty; even comfort when she's frightened of herself and what she's capable of. But not love.
It's a long moment before she speaks, her voice halting.]
Did she really enjoy it — being choked like that?