She wasn't sure when they made it to the bed. She had let him take over long ago when he had been wanting to get all his anger out with sex. That had been working for her until he kept pushing on the emotional stuff. Kept talking.
Part of her knew this was a big deal, him saying this, him meaning it, but she couldn't help but bristle. If it didn't scare her before it sure as hell did now. "THIS. This is what can happen. Killing things, that's about it and I don't want it anymore." She wasn't sure she could handle it again. Stupid really, since she had come to terms with death so long ago. Or so she thought. She knew, she'd seen, you couldn't save everyone. Innocents got hurt, died. She learned not to take it personally, not let it tear her down. She just couldn't get away from it this time.