The whole thing was swiftly becoming more confusing, her manner, that was, rather than the usual worry free post coital bliss. They had not known each other long, and she had only been involved in sexual pursuits exactly that long, so maybe this was some sort of discomfort in general on her part. He did not know, exactly.
For the most part he was already chalking it up to some ‘female thing.’ Not necessarily connected to hormones, although that thought did pop up, given the fact that they were all being given drugs, but just that women were a foreign species he did not claim to understand. Trying to would likely lead to a headache, so he did not bother.
“You sure?” he asked when she pulled away enough to meet his eyes, restraining the words ‘you don’t look fine’ because that way led madness and idiocy. His voice clearly said he was far from convinced, given that she had not exactly looked sad or hiding any of the last times they had had sex. Orgasms, to his mind, did not compute with the expression in her eyes.