Gods, I hadn't even thought about her leg. That must have hurt like shyke.. He remained mostly silent, his cold eyes watching her struggle with comprehending just what had occurred. The combination of her inebriated state with Orion likely being her first man was enough to leave her in somewhat of a stupor, journeying in her heart and mind to try and find answers to what she'd just experienced. All the while, the pain must have been overwhelming. As the pleasures of their passionate exchange began to fade, the pain and the after effects were only beginning.
Then she threw him off. He was amazing in his mind, no doubt about that, but she'd thanked him. She thanked him. For what? Petching your brains out while you're drunk? He looked at her, a small frown appearing on his lips. "I'm not sure I understand....but, you're welcome." He felt awkward now, but he did his best to hide it. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. Maybe it was his own adrenaline coming down. All he knew is that no one had ever thanked him after they had lain together. No one had looked into his eyes so deeply. It made him uncomfortable. It made him want to detach. It made him need to run.
Orion rolled over as to face away from her. While her eyes were giving away to exhaustion, his would allow no such thing. Annoyance grasped at his heart. He knew it wasn't her fault. She was a poor girl who'd crossed paths with someone who was nothing more than predator. He couldn't blame her for being drunk and falling for his charming ways, but it bothered him down to the core when she looked at him with such appreciation. It wouldn't have been just with her, but with anyone he'd bedded. He was no one to be thanked, he was just a servant to his own passions. She'd been used by him, no other way about it.
"It's been a long night. Why don't you get some rest?" His suggestion wasn't really a suggestion. He hoped she'd comply because talking about it wasn't what he wanted. When she went to sleep, he'd dress himself, make sure she was covered, and leave, just like every time. He needed to retreat as soon as possible.
Then she threw him off. He was amazing in his mind, no doubt about that, but she'd thanked him. She thanked him. For what? Petching your brains out while you're drunk? He looked at her, a small frown appearing on his lips. "I'm not sure I understand....but, you're welcome." He felt awkward now, but he did his best to hide it. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. Maybe it was his own adrenaline coming down. All he knew is that no one had ever thanked him after they had lain together. No one had looked into his eyes so deeply. It made him uncomfortable. It made him want to detach. It made him need to run.
Orion rolled over as to face away from her. While her eyes were giving away to exhaustion, his would allow no such thing. Annoyance grasped at his heart. He knew it wasn't her fault. She was a poor girl who'd crossed paths with someone who was nothing more than predator. He couldn't blame her for being drunk and falling for his charming ways, but it bothered him down to the core when she looked at him with such appreciation. It wouldn't have been just with her, but with anyone he'd bedded. He was no one to be thanked, he was just a servant to his own passions. She'd been used by him, no other way about it.
"It's been a long night. Why don't you get some rest?" His suggestion wasn't really a suggestion. He hoped she'd comply because talking about it wasn't what he wanted. When she went to sleep, he'd dress himself, make sure she was covered, and leave, just like every time. He needed to retreat as soon as possible.
