Now that he was spent, she wondered if his diffidence would return.
He didn’t flee from her touch, but he didn’t lean into it either, like she’d hoped. Still, she cupped the sides of his hard cheeks in her palms, the bone warmer and somehow feeling alive.
“Well?” she laughed, since he was still looming over her. “Are you going to lie down with me or are you just going to kneel there and sleep?”
She was tired, and she imagined he was as well, since he slept more than she did. He often laid down on the ground when she went to bed, and she really wanted to be held by him right now. She wanted to bask in his warmth, his scent, and even his fur now that she was thoroughly sated.
Her forehead knotted when he took his skull from her happy hands.
“I won’t lie down with you,” he stated as he backed up to sit on his haunches.
“P-pardon?” Did Raewyn need to clean her ears out, or did she actually hear him correctly?
“I won’t lie down with you,” he repeated.
Her lips opened and closed in disbelief. He rejected her, like seriously rejected her. It wasn’t a ‘can’t’, it was a ‘won’t’ – like he didn’t want to.
It kind of stung.
He’d just had sex with her – the least he could do was cuddle her so she didn’t feel... used. Sure, that was a weird thought coming from someone who’d started it, but not holding your sex partner even for a moment afterwards was pretty hurtful.
She’d never been a fan of men who would be intimate and then once they came, they shoved their pants on, saluted, and left while she was still naked.
She turned her head to the side, but then let the issue go. She imagined he had a reason, not that it changed how she felt; she was just choosing not to be angry over it.
It did change how she felt about being saturated in his release, though. Before it had been titillating, but if she was going to be laying down by herself, she didn’t want to be covered in it.
It would have been fine if they were both laying in his mess.
“Could you get me some water from the lake, then?” she asked quietly as she covered her chest and pubic mound. “I’d like to wash up before I sleep.”
It’d be a lot faster if he did it, and Raewyn wasn’t sure if she could walk right now. At least, not without wobbles and aches.
“You... want to wash my seed from you?” She didn’t understand his grim but surprised tone.
“Well, yeah.” She tried to laugh it off, since that was a fairly normal request. “I’m all sticky and gross right now. I can help you wash up as well since you’re covered in my come too.”
She would be embarrassed about saturating his groin, but she was just so elated by their coupling that she couldn’t wrangle up the emotion.
Since her head was turned to the side, she didn’t know if she saw the sparks of blue in the corner of her peripheral correctly. However, when she turned her face forward, she knew for certain she saw red,deepred.
Why is he angry?
“No,” he bit out as he shuffled backwards.
With her brows shooting up her forehead, Raewyn sat up. “Excuseme?”
“Get your own damn lake water,” he growled.
Then he stormed out of the cave – his footsteps for once making deep, pounding thuds.
Her jaw dropped so quickly it threatened to unhinge and fall off.
Oh... my... gosh! He did not just leave me here to wash all this off by myself!If he wasn’t going to do a shred of aftercare, the least he could have done was get her water so she could do it herself.
Raewyn went to cover her eyes when tears formed and instantly smeared his seed over face. She removed her hands with a cringe, her tears fading as she came to her senses.
I thought he’d be sweeter after sex.