The young woman only moved to sit up and pull together the torn pieces of her shirt. She watched the light on the line of his back and on the musculature of his strong arms. Elyna swallowed her pride and drew her own legs up. Elsie's scream was insistant and demanding, Varas little claw scrabbled on the wooden floor.
"You once accused me of only wanting to touch you when I'd been drinking," her voice remained soft and distant as she stared into the darkness. "I'm going to accuse you Mal, of only wanting to touch me when your angry." And it made her feel terrible, to need his fury to take what she had wanted all evening. A comforting embrace of a lover who desired her no matter what. All the smoke had fled from the flame and they were left empty and alone.
She put her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. "This isn't a game..." She assured him. "I don't want to fight with you anymore." She couldn't think of them as a family, but in other relationships surely the expectation of a new life wouldn't be so devastating? Wouldn't be met with such doubt and disgust. The evening had started to slide and she didn't think it could get worse. So she asked her question and turned back to face him, sinking into the edge of the bed.
"Are you happy Malcolm?" It was the second time she'd asked that night.
"You once accused me of only wanting to touch you when I'd been drinking," her voice remained soft and distant as she stared into the darkness. "I'm going to accuse you Mal, of only wanting to touch me when your angry." And it made her feel terrible, to need his fury to take what she had wanted all evening. A comforting embrace of a lover who desired her no matter what. All the smoke had fled from the flame and they were left empty and alone.
She put her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. "This isn't a game..." She assured him. "I don't want to fight with you anymore." She couldn't think of them as a family, but in other relationships surely the expectation of a new life wouldn't be so devastating? Wouldn't be met with such doubt and disgust. The evening had started to slide and she didn't think it could get worse. So she asked her question and turned back to face him, sinking into the edge of the bed.
"Are you happy Malcolm?" It was the second time she'd asked that night.