[ Hana'd told herself that she just wanted to sleep with him. She wanted to sleep with him so badly, more than once if she was lucky. He wasn't her first sexual conquest, but he was the only one that she'd taken an active, prolonged interest in. So imagine her butthurt when she found that he wouldn't even look her way (to her knowledge) in the aftermath, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
To Hana, his avoidance was the equivalent to her losing the game she'd been playing... And she'd never been a good loser. ]
Like you're one to talk about decency. You fucked me in a public bathroom. [ She snaps, fingers slamming over the keyboard as she makes a play that will supposedly cinch her current session. Though she makes it look effortless, the degree of focus she puts into the game becomes evident when he slams the door shut behind him, causing her to flinch.
The game ends, and she closes out of it. She can see his reflection in the darkness of her monitor, but she doesn't turn to face him. not yet. ]
... What is there to talk about? [ She seethes, her accent changing the inflection of her words as she tries to reign in her anger. It's a rhetorical question as she plays her cards close to her chest. ] Are you here to tell me that what happened shouldn't've happened? Beca--
[ She yelps when he yanks at the hem of her shirt, prompting her to twist her torso in order to fix him with a glare. Loath as she is to admit it, the very sight of him causes a warm, familiar feeling to pool in her gut before trickling down between her thighs, almost as if her body remembers what they'd done and is priming itself for another go. Her eyes drag along his familiar scars as she attempts to find her chill, tugging the end of her shirt away from him and hiking it up her back and stomach in order to keep it that way. ]
Stop being a dickweed! It's not my fault that my underwear makes you uncomfortable. [ She glares defiantly up at him, trying to ignore the heat steadily building behind her ears and creeping towards her face. God, he was hot. He was hot and she hated it. ]
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To Hana, his avoidance was the equivalent to her losing the game she'd been playing... And she'd never been a good loser. ]
Like you're one to talk about decency. You fucked me in a public bathroom. [ She snaps, fingers slamming over the keyboard as she makes a play that will supposedly cinch her current session. Though she makes it look effortless, the degree of focus she puts into the game becomes evident when he slams the door shut behind him, causing her to flinch.
The game ends, and she closes out of it. She can see his reflection in the darkness of her monitor, but she doesn't turn to face him. not yet. ]
... What is there to talk about? [ She seethes, her accent changing the inflection of her words as she tries to reign in her anger. It's a rhetorical question as she plays her cards close to her chest. ] Are you here to tell me that what happened shouldn't've happened? Beca--
[ She yelps when he yanks at the hem of her shirt, prompting her to twist her torso in order to fix him with a glare. Loath as she is to admit it, the very sight of him causes a warm, familiar feeling to pool in her gut before trickling down between her thighs, almost as if her body remembers what they'd done and is priming itself for another go. Her eyes drag along his familiar scars as she attempts to find her chill, tugging the end of her shirt away from him and hiking it up her back and stomach in order to keep it that way. ]
Stop being a dickweed! It's not my fault that my underwear makes you uncomfortable. [ She glares defiantly up at him, trying to ignore the heat steadily building behind her ears and creeping towards her face. God, he was hot. He was hot and she hated it. ]