[ It's disturbing how much relief she feels when he doesn't reject her, even if they both have many, many reasons not to do this. She has always been very careful to keep her job separate from her personal life, and this certainly violated that rule, even if said job was now defunct, the ties that kept them together constructed purely of their own willingness to have each other's backs.

Eustace raises a fair point. They've already been stripped of dignity, even before either of them makes first touch. ]

That would be preferable, yes.

[ But this feeling...

She grimaces.

Perhaps she's feeling so deeply affected, so aroused that her core literally aches to be filled, her body to be held by his... because she's always denied herself before. Her body is in a full state of rebellion. She'd always clung to the notion that such intimacy should be reserved for a special someone, not merely to satisfy some archaic biological urge that Erunes had unfortunately yet to evolve past.

Ilsa sighs, once again struggling to put her thoughts (her very muddled, confused thoughts) into words. ]

However, I have to be very plainly honest with you right now. [ And trust that he won't think any lesser of her, even if she thinks the worst of herself at the moment. ]

I'm not sure how much longer I can wait. [ So unless he has a better grip of himself and can drag her there... she'll just get to unbuttoning her top. ]