[ She imagines that bouncing back won't prove to be quite so easy for Peter as it is for her, and she feels moderately guilty for that. ]
I didn't think it was something that could be passed on.
[ Or, rather, she didn't think it was anything at all.
She draws her knees up, resting her elbow on one and pushing her fingers into her hair as she continues to watch Peter. ]
... Did I hurt you?
[ Because she remembers grabbing him far too roughly, and she remembers—
—nails dragging down his shoulders as he moans against her skin, his teeth at her throat, his tongue, and his hands—
—certain things. At this point, she also isn't sure how rough she'd been with him, how she'd grabbed him or how many bruises she might have accidentally left behind in her eagerness to touch everything she could reach, to mark and claim—
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I didn't think it was something that could be passed on.
[ Or, rather, she didn't think it was anything at all.
She draws her knees up, resting her elbow on one and pushing her fingers into her hair as she continues to watch Peter. ]
... Did I hurt you?
[ Because she remembers grabbing him far too roughly, and she remembers—
—nails dragging down his shoulders as he moans against her skin, his teeth at her throat, his tongue, and his hands—
—certain things. At this point, she also isn't sure how rough she'd been with him, how she'd grabbed him or how many bruises she might have accidentally left behind in her eagerness to touch everything she could reach, to mark and claim—
Damn it. ]