It was a long time before the shaking stopped, but it eventually did. Kara was broken...and she wasn't getting any better. At least she hadn't cried this time. What could she say? It was awkward in the aftermath of one of her panic attacks.
"I will make us spaghetti tonight. How does that sound?"
She couldn't take back what she did. They could only move forward. Not moving from her lover's arms, they were both thoroughly wet by now...and they hadn't done anything. Nether sex or showering.
"We should probably do something."
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Shaking her head, Chrissy didn't even respond. Her experiences lately had shown her that the superhero way wasn't so super. Being shot tended to be a life altering experience.
"Don't call me Chris. That's a boy's name," she grouched. "Eat your waffles. After breakfast you are so going to get it..."