The second time happens in a roll a few weeks later when he, without even knowing how he did it, somehow got her so hot that she’s panting and twisting and swallowing her mouth dry. He touches her, more because he feels that he should than because he, at this moment, wants to; most of all he’d just want to run away and hide somewhere because he has no idea what to do, with this, with her. But she makes a noise and grabs his wrist, fits her hand over his to press it down harder and after that everything happens very quickly because suddenly he’s pulsingly hard and doesn’t think about thinking. She hooks one leg over his hip and moves up to meet him, with force and urgency that startles him and warms him hot and promptly shoots him over his edge. Following is two weeks of complete agony until her period finally arrives, three days late, but maybe something good still came out of lying stretched out together on his bed and crying in unison for the relief, for what didn’t happen, for what fucking could have fucking happened. A bond, perhaps. A strengthened connection.
(WOW JUST CASUALLY WRITING YOU PORN gosh this feels awkward but hey at least I’m writing something \o/)