She's limp again.

And grinning.

He'd fucked her so hard she couldn't limp her way to the livingroom.

Maybe she was a masochist.

But she liked him.

Like his smell.

The feel of his hands grabbing her.

His humanity.

His insecurities.

She didn't like many.

She could count everyone she liked on one hand.

And wouldn't need all her fingers.

He tucks her in like she's a baby.

She's his baby.

Evenif he doesn't realize it yet.