Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
The tears that had pooled in her eyes slipped from the corners as he got up and backed away, somehow feeling even more rejected even though she knew it was a response to the situation rather than to her specifically. "I know," she said on a whisper, surprised at how honest the words were. She didn't doubt that he wasn't responsible for drugging her drink. That wasn't him. Even if they'd lost touch over the years, she couldn't believe he'd changed that much. He was a good person, and she had to believe good men still existed.
"Hey, it's... gods, it's not your fault. I wanted you," she told him, her stomach twisting at the raw honesty, the vulnerability. "I don't know what I inadvertently took last night, but it didn't... it seemed to tear down any inhibitions I had, and yeah, maybe it amped up any intimate urges, but I don't think it created them from nothing." She blushed as she remembered their coupling the night before, the intensity of it, the way she'd taken charge and how he'd seemed to love it. She couldn't imagine doing that again.