Julia is waiting patiently, staring at me with her breathing slightly quickened. She doesn't dare to touch me first, so she keeps her hands on the wall. Her eyes stare at me with expectation, almost asking for it with her contracted pupils.
This is becoming bothersome. How much has it passed since last time? A few hours only.
If I assault her now, I'll leave my scent on her. Somehow, I'm not bothered by this thought. On the contrary: I'm more than willing to signal to every person in the surroundings that Julia is mine...
I sigh, wondering how Julia would react if she knew what I am thinking.
Focusing on breathing, I distract myself from the needs I'm driven by.
I calm down, and I notice that Julia's heartbeat is slowing down with mine, a degree at a time.
So, it indeed was my fault. I'm the one that triggered this reaction, and I also was the one pacifying all the sensations. For both.
