Sunday! \^^/

Am n-Mmph! [Her pulse spikes, equal parts arousal and panic as he flips her over and pins her down. She kisses him back; she wants this. They've set their boundaries. They've agreed to their terms. There's nothing for her to be afraid of. (She doesn't yet understand the nature of trauma. Boundaries and promises are like splints on a broken arm; critical to the healing process, but not a magic cure. The only real cure is time. Move too quickly or push too hard and a healing wound will hurt.)

He breaks the kiss and she breathes deeply, banishing the vestiges of fear.]

You should finish taking your pants off. [The cold zipper against her skin stirs up feelings and associations she doesn't want to deal with right now.]