Regret was imminent and unavoidable. Shame, self-loathing, wishes to go back and talk sense into herself? All of that was coming.
Even now, in the heat of the moment, she was aware of it.
Maybe that was why she encouraged the biting, the scratching. She deserved to hurt, and she didn't want to confuse this with anything like affection. Cordelia hated the term making love. It was flowery and indirect and sounded like something the heroine of a Harlequin Romance novel would say. But, hate or not, she understood why the term existed.
This wasn't a result of love, it was a result of hormones. Attraction, not affection. She didn't want to pretend any different.
So, really, she wouldn't protest if he wanted to hurt her. She might evrm encourage it.
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Date: 2013-05-20 04:45 pm (UTC)Even now, in the heat of the moment, she was aware of it.
Maybe that was why she encouraged the biting, the scratching. She deserved to hurt, and she didn't want to confuse this with anything like affection. Cordelia hated the term making love. It was flowery and indirect and sounded like something the heroine of a Harlequin Romance novel would say. But, hate or not, she understood why the term existed.
This wasn't a result of love, it was a result of hormones. Attraction, not affection. She didn't want to pretend any different.
So, really, she wouldn't protest if he wanted to hurt her. She might evrm encourage it.