[... he looks at her mostly the same. Even though she'd not quite thought him the type, the fear had been there despite- after a lifetime of shunning males for what they represented to her and the fate she would do anything to avoid, there had been a part of her that was sure that sex would change everything. Her entire life. How whatever partner she took saw her, made lesser in their eyes.
But here she is, and here he is, and the only thing that has changed seems to be her body.
There is an inexplicable moment, looking at him, where she feels like she might cry. But she swallows it harshly, bites her lip and forces herself to let go of the ring on her finger, to remember her two legs, and why she'd come here that way. (Admittedly, hard to forget, when she aches so- but not unpleasantly.) To try and not ruin this, with her words and stumbles.
To look to the door, and the world awaiting outside of it that she would much rather forget for as long as possible. So-]
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But here she is, and here he is, and the only thing that has changed seems to be her body.
There is an inexplicable moment, looking at him, where she feels like she might cry. But she swallows it harshly, bites her lip and forces herself to let go of the ring on her finger, to remember her two legs, and why she'd come here that way. (Admittedly, hard to forget, when she aches so- but not unpleasantly.) To try and not ruin this, with her words and stumbles.
To look to the door, and the world awaiting outside of it that she would much rather forget for as long as possible. So-]