[She shivers as he runs his hand down her back and tightens her grip around his waist. His fingers coax out a quiet sound of pleasure.
She tugs at his shirt, her hands seeking skin. It's impossible to feel completely safe around him, not when he can see right through her. She's not used to dealing with people who can make her feel small. But right now, that's okay.
She's spent her entire life taking pride in her strength, in how quickly and thoroughly she could pummel anyone who stood in her way. She's never thought about or cared who she hurt. She was doing The Right Thing.
She doesn't know what to do when the Right Thing feels Wrong. Questioning her actions, she questions what she's always taken pride in, how she's always defined her worth.
Being with him right now isn't just an attempt to forget her pain. She wants to remind herself that she doesn't just have to hurt people.]
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She tugs at his shirt, her hands seeking skin. It's impossible to feel completely safe around him, not when he can see right through her. She's not used to dealing with people who can make her feel small. But right now, that's okay.
She's spent her entire life taking pride in her strength, in how quickly and thoroughly she could pummel anyone who stood in her way. She's never thought about or cared who she hurt. She was doing The Right Thing.
She doesn't know what to do when the Right Thing feels Wrong. Questioning her actions, she questions what she's always taken pride in, how she's always defined her worth.
Being with him right now isn't just an attempt to forget her pain. She wants to remind herself that she doesn't just have to hurt people.]