She laid there underneath him, panting and listening to her heart pumping away inside of her ears. She felt like she was on fire, both from the exertions of sex as well as the pain she knew she would be dealing with for a little while. She didn't know if she should feel relieved, disappointed, anxious, angry... But she'd brought it upon herself, and she knew that. Whatever turmoil she was enduring inside her own head was completely her fault. That was probably the worst part.
She watched him as he sat up and stood after a moment, her eyes catching sight of his arrogant, cocky expression while he proceeded to replace his clothes. She fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead focusing on sitting up and dressing again as well. She had more trouble with it than he did, the effort of moving very much being a painful one. She managed without too much struggling, though, pulling on her underwear and jeans before pulling her shirt back on. She didn't even bother with her bra, that would only slow her down. She wanted to be dressed and covered again.
"If you're lying," she began, settling herself deep into the couch cushions, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She didn't finish the sentence, knowing nothing she could say would even be remotely taken as a threat.