fe_male | memeboxing

[ She hmms a little bit into his skin and moves with him well enough, settling in next to him. There's a long pause and then she smiles slowly, nods. ]

More enough. [ Tilting her head back just enough to look at him. ] You're always more enough.

[ Excellent, good - he'd hate to lose the touch so quickly anyway. Getting so much and then going down to nothing? Sometimes that works. Sometimes it's the desired course of events. Usually, it just makes the low hit that much harder. ]

Usually I'm more than enough, anyway. And I don't even completely mean it like that.

[ He doesn't need to worry about that with her. The touching is almost the most important part of the intimacy, the being physically close to someone the thing she used to miss most and is always going to be looking for. She's not likely to leave him alone after sex unless it's something he decides he wants, and even then it'll be reluctant. She's far too fond of resting against him and feeling the warmth of his body to be happy leaving him.

A tiny snort of almost laughter. ] How do you mean it exactly, then?

Apply your imagination. You know what I meant. [ Handwave, some sort of gesture to accompany whatever it is he isn't actually saying with that, whether because he doesn't feel like it or didn't know where he was going with the train of thought anyway in the first place. ]

Mmm. Mr. Eloquent, right here. [ But she sounds more amused than anything, resting her head against him, fingers running gently back and forth across his bare skin. And after a long moment of silence, abruptly and more seriously. ] Do you ever wonder why us?

[ Yeah that sure was abrupt. He wasn't really expecting to suddenly get all existential or whatever she just did. ] Why us what?

[ Chewing over what she wants to say in silence for a long moment as she runs her fingers across his skin, decidedly not looking at him. ] Why we got all this shit to deal with.

[ He has literally no idea how to reply to that. ] Karma?

[ She generally prefers not to think of herself as quite that bad, but she has to admit it's not - inaccurate for her. (Not for him. Never for him.) ]

I don't think I like karma.

I don't think anyone particularly likes karma, except people who sell kitsch tchotchkes and maybe people who technically ought to be on the lower end of the scale. Everyone else likes to think it's their own hard work paying off, or - [ Hand wave. Who the fuck knows. He doesn't, and he certainly falls into the second category of people, except he doesn't, because he knows that and therefore doesn't like karma, but whatever. ]