With a low whimper, she rocks her hips harder against his, picking up the pace. A ragged, breathless half-laugh escapes her mouth, though it's not a sound of joy; in fact, there's something hopeless and resigned about it.
"Anything?" she rasps, cradling the sides of his head, fingers sunk into his hair, panting hotly against his lips. It's such a dangerous thing to say-- hope could be more painful than outright rejection, she's learned. "Don't say that... don't--" Her breath squeezes out of her lungs on a pitchy whine as her belly tightens indicatively, her entire body shuddering on top of him.