Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches
Despite her body wanting the release from Emerson, and her mind reassuring her that it was okay, she wrapped herself up in his hug, and was silent for a moment, doing as he'd asked - no, suggested - and just took a second to breathe.
"Just over a month ago I had my family. I had the camp, and I was a hunter. And I was strong, and happy. And it's taken that month to rip me apart and rebuild me into something else. Something needing Eterna's approval, needing to be with her, and... That's just the way it is. I'm her's now, and she said this is okay. The Allison from before keeps fighting to come back, and she never makes it. She's gone, and this is what I'm left with." A tear fell against his shoulder, but then the gritted her teeth, forcing herself to pull herself together.
"Everything else I've done since I got here, I've been coerced and manipulated into wanting. Sure sometimes I do it of my own free will, but not before she's convinced me it's something I want to do. But not this, not you. That was all me. I want to be with you, I want to know what it feels like. I want you to be in control, and I want to be able to please you because I want to please you." She kissed him again, but this time was much softer.