Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
Fiona surprised herself by the soft laugh that tickled up her throat. "Oh, it's more than probable. I absolutely wouldn't have instigated anything, and I know it's not okay, but if you're not the one who drugged me, then it's not your fault. And maybe there's still a bit of it in my system, considering how strangely calm I am right now, but the whole thing is just so very clear to me. I've been… victimized before, by my ex-husband," she admitted, proud of herself for only slightly stumbling over the words. "But I don't feel victimized right now. Not in that way."
Whether the drugs were still in her system or not, a feeling of empowerment was beginning to wash over her. The memories of the previous night were her, theirs, and whoever had drugged her couldn't take that away. They'd had sex. Incredible sex. Enthusiastic, passionate sex. And a part of her hadn't believed she could ever have sex like that again. In drugging her, whoever had done it, while perhaps intending to victimize her, had inadvertently opened the door for her to recover a part of herself she'd believed was gone forever.
"Will you hold me?" she asked softly, drawing strength from that sudden burst of empowerment.