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[ridetheharley]

[ Harley's breaths slow and even out and she lets out a breathy laugh. Not one of jest, but of...happiness? She feels good and she feels no shame in showing it. Her grinding slows to a shuddering halt and then she just sits there on top of Carver for a few moments, absorbing everything that just happened. She doesn't feel weird about it, even now, as the lustful cobwebs clear from her brain and as everything becomes apparent again.

It somehow doesn't quite feel like the business transaction it had initially felt like. She can't deny that she feels some kind of connection, here. That maybe she's managed to peel back some of the protective, papery layers of the onion that is Carver. Of course, that could all be her own perception without any tinge of truth to it.

She stops tracing over one of the scars on his chest and plants both her palms on him for leverage so she can raise her hips enough for him to slip out of her, but she doesn't go far, instead curling on her side beside him on the small cot. He doesn't seem like much of a cuddler, but a girl can try... ]

[fortitudosalutis]

[ He puts a hand on her hip almost without thinking about, rubbing vaguely. It feels like the thing to do, even if he doesn't move to lie down next to her. He can't do that, can't let his guard down more than he already has. But for a moment, he just exhales and leaves his hand on her hip. Just for a moment.

Just for a moment, as the adrenaline fades.

It felt good. They didn't hurt each other.

Then he shakes himself. ]

I need to go.

[ridetheharley]

[ Harley smiles at Carver's hand on her hip. It's more than she could have asked for, even curled up at his side. She pats his bare chest once, but the touch lingers warmly at the center of it before her hand falls away. ]

Then go; it's okay.

[ Even though she knows or thinks he doesn't need that reassurance. Perhaps he does. But even if he did, she's sure he wouldn't show it. Not yet. And msybe not to her. Maybe someday once more trust is built between them. It's hard to tell the could haves and would haves and mights now, where everything is new and uncertain. ]

Have a good rest of your day, Carver.

[ She smiles, fingers wiggling as she bids him goodbye, a flirty smile flashing on her face. ]

[fortitudosalutis]

[ He watches her for a moment, giving her hip a final squeeze, and then reaches for his clothes. It was a business transaction, to start. He's not certain what it is now, if anything. A moment, certainly. But she has a nice smile and she's relaxed, seemingly content and with no reason to be wary of him.

That's nice. It won't last, but it's nice. So it goes. ]