Amalia
the shield of safrin
She doesn't look back at Loren, still blushing furiously as her narrow shoulders shrug. "I suppose... it's private. Intimate," she explains slowly, taking her time over the words. "I've never been... I'm not interested in, um, in sex, unless it's someone I trust. Love. It's... important, to me." The memory of her ill-fated tryst with Ronin flashes in her mind, and she cringes slightly, rubbing her fingers uneasily over her thighs.
Maybe that's why it's easier to speak to her experience with Frey - there had been no intimacy, no affection, just the exchange of physical pleasure. "I guess... physically, y'know, it was pretty good." She's still blushing, but she glances up at Loren now, a stangled smile over her lips. "More than that. I've never... there's nothing like it. But it wasn't... it was all physical. I wasn't emotionally, um, engaged. So I guess it was kind of the worst in that sense, too."
Maybe that's why it's easier to speak to her experience with Frey - there had been no intimacy, no affection, just the exchange of physical pleasure. "I guess... physically, y'know, it was pretty good." She's still blushing, but she glances up at Loren now, a stangled smile over her lips. "More than that. I've never... there's nothing like it. But it wasn't... it was all physical. I wasn't emotionally, um, engaged. So I guess it was kind of the worst in that sense, too."
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
