Re: Bedrooms (Scott/Allison)
"Scott, it's okay. And I am hated. I'm a human, every single person in this town hates me or pities me. Because they've accepted what's happening to them, or they were born into it and it's all they understand." She said, kissing over his face. "We're both doing things we never thought we'd do, and never would've done when we were at home... But it's okay. It doesn't make us bad people, it doesn't make us weak. If she's supernatural, and she's okay with it, then... That doesn't make you the bad person. It... It doesn't make me a bad person finding something I like and doing it." The last statement was more of a self-affirmation, giving herself. "It's finding a way to survive here because honestly? It's a crappy life for me. And must be for you, having to live to certain standards. If we didn't find things to make that easier... We'd go mad."
She stroked the back of his neck, resting her head on his. "We do what we have to, what we want to here... And we'll pick up the pieces when we get home. That's all I can suggest to you." An arm moved around his waist, clinging to him almost. "... If you want to be rough with me, and do those things to me... I'm not gonna tell you no." She spoke softly, her eyes down. "I just want you to be happy, and if you're happy doing that, then do it."